A slight cool sea breeze suddenly blew across the deck, causing Captain Lawrence, who had just walked from the room to outside, to subconsciously rub his arms - but he didn't know whether the feeling of wanting goosebumps was because of the cool sea breeze or because of what the young judge told him.

Abnormal 099. The doll coffin, after losing control, not only has the ability to move and tendency to escape, but also can continuously expand its influence range, constantly check the humanoid targets within the range, and perform unconditional beheading. Only the saints can resist this nearly causal beheading effect...

During the past half month of voyage, he and his crew have been living with this dangerous abnormality day and night - although in fact, there was no danger on this escort trip except for the final encounter with the Lost Country, he still felt a little scared when he looked back at this time.

However, it's just a fear.

He is a member of the Explorer Association, a senior ocean explorer. His job is to deal with the vast sea - unlike fishermen who only operate in safe offshore areas, he spent most of his voyage dealing with various anomalies and even phenomena.

When taking on abnormal transport tasks, the authorities or the church will inform you about the dangers of the transportation process in advance, and this part is often the shortest in the entire entrustment contract, usually only one: this task is fatal and the specific details cannot be informed.

Every captain who makes a living between city-states knows what he is facing, and more than half of the captains are entangled in their later years in their lives - they deal with the vast sea for many years, and abnormalities and visions will always leave something in your destiny.

Many of his colleagues of similar age have retired, either trapped in uninterrupted nightmares, or have mental problems due to curses of all kinds, or have physical disabilities during the voyage... or worse.

The captains and sailors on the ocean-going ships have high incomes that are far more generous than the city-state residents imagine, and also have "occupational diseases" far beyond any occupation.

Captain Lawrence felt that he was not a very noble person. He did this job mainly to make money. Of course, he also had the enthusiasm to explore the sea when he was young, but like most people, the enthusiasm when he was young was difficult to accompany his life, and now... he felt that it was time to burn out this enthusiasm.

While you are still in a normal state, while Wuyinhai has not entangled your fate, find time to retire.

Lawrence sighed slightly, turned around and walked slowly towards the captain's room.

The priests' search and inquiries for the entire ship were not over yet. Before that, he could not leave the White Oak. After that, he would be transferred to the church with everyone, for isolation observation and a series of spiritual identification.

His eyes swept over the familiar boat facilities around him.

This is a very good ship, and it is very new. I have only been in charge of it for five years. In the saying of the captains on the vast sea, "the new wedding period for the captain and the ship have not passed yet." To be honest, it is a bit reluctant to retire.

But it is better to retreat now than to die on a voyage in the future or spend the rest of your life in a madhouse.

...

In the lower city of the city, in the old Duncan antique shop, the middle-aged man lying on the bed on the second floor slowly opened his eyes, and the slightly old and moldy ceiling reflected into Duncan's vision.

"call……"

Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the perception coming from this body quickly and clearly, stabilizing, and feeling his control of this body from remote control to direct mastery. After two or three seconds, he supported himself with his arm.

The pigeon Ai flew over, grinding his mouth at the head of his bed, and shouted, "Dear, welcome home, should you eat first, take a shower first, or..."

Duncan was about to stretch his waist and let the pigeon stretch his body out in one sentence, so he almost slapped Ai on the head: "Why do you have all kinds of words?"

Ay was obviously not an ordinary bird. When Duncan slapped him, he was as if nothing had happened. He walked aside twice and continued to shout: "I punched him in the nose, and the blood was gushing. His nose was crooked halfway, but it seemed like a sauce shop was opened..."

Duncan directly put the bird with a bad mind aside and ignored it. He got up from the bed and looked at the table not far away.

On the table, various experimental items he had prepared on the Lost Countryside were quietly placed:

Sun talisman, dagger, cheese, cannonballs, and a salted fish.

With all the things in hand, there are so many messy and unrelated things put together, Ai did not have the phenomenon of "losing the bag".

This pigeon is actually more reliable than I thought.

Duncan stepped forward to confirm everything on the table. After confirming that the items were complete and undamaged, he couldn't help but look back at the dove walking on the bed, and a little praise for the bird came out in his heart.

Then he saw Ai walking around the head of the bed, and at this time he had already recited "When Luda looked, he saw Zheng Tu standing on the ground"...

Duncan: "…"

He hid his praise in his heart, then sat at the table and began to check the "goods" one by one.

First of all, there is the Sun Talisman, which has not changed at all. As an extraordinary item that has been completely transformed and controlled by the spirit fire, it still quietly flows with gentle power in its body. The two consecutive spiritual walks did not seem to affect the nature of this item.

The dagger that does not have extraordinary attributes looks very different. In addition to its ancient style, its blade is still sharp and its scabbard is well maintained.

Duncan's eyes fell on the cheese brought out of the Lost Country kitchen.

The cheese was not abnormal and was still in a state of inefficient food. It did not quickly rot or disappear out of thin air after leaving the Lost Country Centre as Duncan imagined.

He looked at the shell again - the shell was quietly on the table, without any response to the captain's gaze.

Duncan pushed the shell and knocked on its cast iron shell again.

The extraordinary characteristics have faded from the shells.

On the Hugo City, even the shells are "active". Of course, this does not mean that each shell has an independent "thinking", but that the entire ammunition system of the ship has a unified "consciousness" to control. As the "sub-unit" of this consciousness, the shells on the Hugo City will even immediately adjust their position and undergo "checking" when they are watched by the captain.

According to Duncan's observation for a period of time, the force of the Lost Country should be controlled by two "consciousnesses", one is the ammunition system and the other is dozens of artillery under the deck. These two consciousnesses should be responsible for loading and firing during combat, and control each "member" in their respective systems.

The shell in front of him was obviously separated from the control of its superior consciousness as it left the Thunderbolt, and turned into an ordinary iron lump.

Duncan thought something.

If this shell is brought back, will it become a member of the ammunition depot again? Will the Lost Country still "recognize" this "sub-unit" that has returned?

His thoughts extended again - the ammunition on the Hugo City was limited, and the shells that were fired would not come back (the eight shells used to press the warehouse for Alice did not come back), so... can the ammunition on the ship be replenished? How did the new ammunition added become the "sub-unit" of the Hugo City?

To extend the idea a little further: Can the Hugo upgrade its artillery system? More advanced cannons and more advanced shells, can these things be used on which ship?

The Lost Place is a ghost ship, which destined to be difficult to easily replenish and... "improved" like an ordinary ship. The things transported to the ship are only "external items". If they cannot be successfully part of the Lost Place, then these outside items will not be able to have the convenience of "operating on their own" like other facilities on the ship.

But if there is a way to turn these things into part of the Lost Country... that ghost ship may have more power.

Have better living conditions at the same time.

Duncan couldn't help but think a lot about this.

The more he comes into contact with the modern city-state of Plander, the more he can feel that the Lost Country Century a century ago is not as glamorous as its renowned reputation-

The ship may have a strange and terrifying power, but it does not even have an electric light or a French fries. Its weapon system is still an ancient bore cannon. It is hard to say how powerful it is. And there are no French fries. Although the spiritual sail is easy to use, it is obviously good to have a steam mechanism as backup power, but there is not even a boiler for hot water on the ship.

And there are no fries.

Duncan silently glanced at the dove that had jumped to the windowsill and looked at the dazed dove outside.

The pigeon turned around and blinked the mung bean to look at him: "Go to the dock to have some fries?"

"Shut up, don't mention the fries." Duncan rejected the pigeon with a subtle mood, and then focused on the last item.

Salted fish, a pure natural food processed with delicious gifts caught in the deep sea, tastes pretty good and belongs to "items outside the Lost Country".

After experiencing the spiritual world, this salted fish looks nothing changed.

Let's stew Nina in the evening.
Chapter completed!