The perspective presented in the mirror seems to be based on a window. Duncan feels that he is a person close to the window and is observing the scene in the room through the glass. There is a young woman with an unusually tall figure in the room, and her side looks familiar.

With a brief recollection, Duncan remembered where he had seen this face - this was the prestigious judge of Plander, Vanna Wayne!

Her figure once appeared in the newspaper.

Why did I see such a scene? Why did I suddenly see the believer of the Storm Goddess through a window? Some kind of secret connection? When was this connection established? Why did I never notice it before, but I suddenly felt this invisible "line"?

Duncan's mind suddenly had countless thoughts, but the next second, the messy thoughts in his mind were interrupted by something that he had swept his eyes.

He saw clearly what the inquisitor lady was reading in the mirror.

It was a document, written in a rigorous format, with the sacred symbol of the Goddess of the Storm printed on the paper. The first sentence of the beginning is: I will inform the captains and accompanying priests on the vast sea, guides, abnormal 099-The doll's coffin has been out of control recently, and the most sage and wise witnessed that the cursed objects were lost in the storm. Now, this abnormal out-of-control situation and its characteristics are announced as follows...

Duncan slowly widened his eyes, his eyes crossed Vanna's shoulders, and he looked at the document writing about abnormal 099 in a format that seemed to be a certain prayer, saw the dangerous curse with the power of beheading, saw the origin of the doll coffin, and saw the relevant records of "Alice Guillotine"...

In shock, his eyes moved downwards, and at the end of the document he saw the record of the White Oak encountering "attack". However, the key part of the last sentence was blocked by the tall figure of the judge's Miss. He could not see clearly.

Duncan leaned his head left and right in front of the mirror, and was anxious and subconsciously muttered: "Give it to the side, let it to the side..."

Fanna in the lounge suddenly felt as if a breeze was blowing through her earlobes. She subconsciously looked to the side and saw a crack in the window. The cold sea breeze in the evening blew in through the window.

The flames of several oil lamps in the room were shaking, and the soft lights dispelled the malice that permeated the heaven and earth when the night approached, and also gave her a feeling of extra peace of mind.

She put the documents aside and turned to look at the district bishop: "Put it away, the city-state bishops must be careful in handling it, and this thing is very safe."

The bishop of the district nodded, and while moving forward to put away the documents, he turned on the electric lights in the room. The brighter light than the oil lamp dispelled the dimness of day and night: "Do you still have to rush back to the Central Cathedral tonight?"

"Biography of Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss things," Vanna nodded slightly. "In recent times, everything is uneasy in the city-state. We may need to carry out a large-scale prayer activity to strengthen the protection of the cathedral for the entire city-state."

As she said that, she looked up at the chandelier hanging from the roof. The light bulbs installed in the chandelier made the room bright like daytime: "...oh, it would be great if the electric light could also have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. It was so bright, and the lighting range was far better than the flames..."

"Who said no," the district bishop spread his hands, "It's a pity that electricity is not sanctified."

Vanna shook her head and said nothing. After saying goodbye to the district bishop, she stepped out of the lounge.

After Vanna left, an oil lamp near the window suddenly swayed slightly, and then returned to peace.

The scene in the mirror gradually dissipated. After the green light film faded, the things in the captain's dormitory were reflected again on the glass.

Just now, the moment the inquisitor turned his head, Duncan still saw the line at the end of the document clearly—for him, the most useful information of the line was just a few words:

Vision 005-Lost Hometown.

"The classification of the Lost Country Number is indeed a 'vision'... and the number is so high." He returned to his desk and muttered thoughtfully, but then he was a little confused, "Anotherwise, how do you arrange this number?"

Nina's textbook mentioned many abnormalities and vision numbers and names, and also mentioned that the "list" and the rules behind the list originated from the ancient Crete Kingdom. However, the specific abnormalities and the number of visions are determined by whom, is unclear. It is said that the churches have the right to interpret and publish their obligations. It also mentioned that under normal circumstances, the higher the number, the more strange, dangerous, or has a special historical status. Duncan had not thought about it carefully at first, but at this time he suddenly had a question.

Is this number... arranged in the order of discovery?

If it is arranged in the order of discovery, then the Hugo Number, which has only a hundred years of history, will not be able to occupy such a high number. After all, there are some strange phenomena in this world that are older than the Hugo Number. In theory, all the superior numbers must have been occupied long ago.

But if they are not arranged in the order of discovery and according to the degree of danger, wouldn’t these numbers change from time to time? Whenever a new abnormality or vision is found, the danger value must be re-evaluated and the entire "ranking list" is corrected. This has become a big project and is extremely inconvenient to use.

Although the textbook says that the danger degree of abnormality and vision is not necessarily 100% positively correlated with ranking, it is also clearly stated that in most cases, abnormalities and visions with the highest number are more dangerous and terrifying than those with the lowest number.

This has a very question worth thinking about: if the existing abnormality and vision list is a relatively stable and unchanged thing, then its arrangement is simply a prophetic figure. When he is on the list, he must predict the "ranking" of every abnormality and vision. Not only should he accurately give it a position when new abnormalities and visions are discovered, but he must also leave a "vacancies" for powerful abnormalities that will appear in the table in advance and visions.

Duncan suddenly became confused about the "list" and the maker behind it because he saw the expression "Vision 005-Lost Country". But soon, he put these doubts aside for the time being.

Because there is something more important than the rules behind the "Grand of Extraordinary Things" - Alice.

That cursed doll from the Harmony Sect is actually such a big deal!

"I'll go out."

Duncan casually said to the dove on the table and walked out of the captain's dormitory.

The goat head in the chart room heard the movement of the door and immediately turned his head squeakingly. After seeing Duncan, he spoke like a routine: "Secret..."

"Duncan Abnomar--Stop talking about this, where is Alice?"

"Ah, great ship..." After confirming the name, the goat head was about to habitually barabat a few paragraphs, but as soon as a few words popped up, the captain blocked him back. The neck squeaked, and then he realized, "Are you looking for Miss Alice? She might be counting her hair in her room..."

"Count your hair?" Duncan was stunned. "What new problems did she have... Forget it, I'll go there myself, just continue driving the boat."

After saying this, he turned around and opened the door and left the captain's room in a hurry, leaving the goat head on the chart table, staring at the door that had been closed again.

"I haven't had time to say more..." After holding it in for a while, the goat head finally reacted, his tone was so depressed, "Have my ability to open up the topic weakened..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door leading to the captain's dormitory in the corner opened a crack. The dove Ai swayed out of the crack and flew to the table with his wings.

"Talking about five dollars?" The pigeon tilted his head and blinked his little eyes.

"Okay, okay, just have someone to chat with me!" The goat head suddenly became happy. According to the standards that the boat was full of his own people, he was not picky about his communication partner at all. "What do you want to talk about? Can you really speak normally? I always feel like you..."

“One bit of fries.”

"Ah?" The goat head was stunned, "No, I mean, you can really realize yourself..."

“One bit of fries.”

“…If you are talking about cooking sea food…”

“One bit of fries.”

"Can you say something else?"

“One bit of fries.”

Goat's head: "..."

Duncan did not pay attention to the movements in the captain's room after he left. He walked straight through the upper deck and soon came to the seafarer's cabin under the deck. After tidying up his thoughts in front of Alice's door, he reached out and knocked on the door: "Alice, it's me."

A stuttering voice came from the door soon: "Please...please...please come in..."

When Duncan heard the movement, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and then pushed open the door.

The doll in a gothic dress sat in front of the table next to the bed, facing a dressing mirror on the table. She held her head in both hands, and her silver-white hair was scattered like a waterfall. The skull's vision turned over, and a smile gradually bloomed on her beautiful and delicate face: "Boat...ship...captain, night...night..."

Duncan: "You put your head on."
Chapter completed!