Imagine a picture like this: You pushed open a wooden door in the deepest part of the corridor on a creaking ghost ship. The dim oil lamp was shaking gently, and a swaying light. The headless doll in a gothic skirt sat in front of the dressing mirror. The doll held its head in his hand, and the head turned towards you, slowly showing a stiff smile...

Duncan felt that if he hadn't been on the boat for so many days and was so familiar with Alice, he would have already pulled his gun up in an instant.

But Alice didn't know how weird she had just made the atmosphere. She obediently pushed her head back to her neck with a "pop", and her reaction quickly became responsive. She greeted Duncan with a bright smile: "Good evening captain! Are you looking for me?"

Duncan then calmed down and looked at the doll suspiciously for a long time: "What are you doing here? Why did the goat head say you count your hair in the cabin?"

Alice moved her neck left and right, and then gently straightened her slightly messy hair with her fingers. The expression on her face seemed a little awkward: "Just... see how much hair is left."

Duncan looked at the doll like a mentally retarded person, and then he finally noticed something on the edge of the table: it was a spool that was churned out of the churning, with a few silver-white hair strands wrapped around the spool, and the source of the hair strands was obvious...

Duncan's expressionless face: "..."

Alice noticed the captain's gaze. She immediately picked up the spool and explained to Duncan seriously: "Look, this one is called Miffy, this one is called Perry, this one is called Fimia, and this one is called..."

Duncan was finally shocked: "You even named every hair you lost?!"

"Leave a souvenir," Alice looked solemn, with a little sadness, "Didn't you say that I am a doll, and the dolls don't grow their hair on their own... If it falls off one day, I can still use the list to recall the wonderful time I was with them..."

Duncan made the doll a little confused, and even forgot what he was here for a while. He was stunned for a long time before he put on a sentence: "I just said casually, don't you have to go to your heart... By the way, no wonder you have been in the cabin these two days, and they are doing this every day? While counting their hair, they name the fallen hair?"

Alice nodded harmlessly: "Yeah."

Duncan sternly and sighed for a while: "Okay, I'll look for you in the city-state to see if there are any craftsmen who are good at this field that can help you..."

Alice was shocked: "You are going to tie someone up and take them to the boat?"

Duncan glared at her: "...I'll buy you a few wigs for you to use! Is it a good idea to move the Endless Sea to run into a human city-state to kidnap a puppet master?"

"It's not very reasonable to buy wigs when mobile natural disasters penetrate into human city-states..." Alice muttered subconsciously, but just muttered halfway and quickly swallowed them back, "Ah, I won't say anything, hehe..."

"Don't be stupid," Duncan suddenly felt a moment of loss of strength. He waved his hand and finally remembered his real purpose for coming here. "Forget it, I'll forget about the serious matters-Alice, sit down, I'll come to you to have a serious matter."

Alice knew when she saw the captain's serious expression that this was not a joke. She quickly restrained her flattering smile and sat down quickly on the wooden box beside the bed while putting away the spool. She sat straight, her hands folded on her knees, full of grace and dignity.

Duncan sighed. For some reason, he was always easily broken in front of Alice. Even when he first came to this world, he could remain cold and calm in front of the goat's head, and even when he possessed a sacrificial offering with a bright mind, he could tighten his expression when facing the remains all over the ground. But only when facing this too evil doll, his expression and momentum always wandered on the edge of collapse and not collapse.

If you think about it carefully, this is probably the power of the painting style - Alice's painting style is really hard to hold on.

He hooked his fingers to the side, and a chair in the room immediately ran behind him, sitting down on the chair, trying to restore his expression to its gloomy and majesty, and staring into Alice's eyes.

"Lee Nora, what do you think of this name?"

"Lee Nora?" Alice blinked, with no false confusion on her face. "I haven't heard of it... I sound like a woman? And she has a sense of elegance and nobility... your acquaintance?"

"Theoretically, it should be your 'acquaintance', but you said you didn't know... Well, I believe," Duncan's answer to Alice was not surprised, and he continued, "What about the cold city-state? Are you familiar with it? Do you have any impression?"

"Hanfrost City State? I heard about it when I was in the box. It seemed to be a city state on the Lengliu Sea, and there was also a place called Lenggang, which was the gateway between Hanfrost and the central waters," Alice thought for a while, "but I don't know the specific one, I only heard the name."

“What about ‘Alice Guillotine’?”

The doll looked confused: "Alice, I know, my name is Alice- but what is the guillotine?"

Duncan asked several questions in a row, but the responses he received were similar.

And this situation was basically as expected.

Alice was confused about all this, just like she told herself on the first day of meeting. She had no idea about her past and the truth behind "Abnormal 099". She had never known the frost city-state, nor had she heard of the frost Queen who died half a century ago.

Even though her appearance was exactly the same as that of the Queen of Frost.

Duncan didn't expect to get many positive answers when he asked these questions. He just wanted to try it out and see if Alice would have any special reaction when she heard these "keyword eyes" - now the test is over, the doll is still the stupid doll.

He believed that this timid doll dared not pretend to be a real reaction in front of him - her intelligence should not support her in performing such high-end operations.

So... maybe I should not focus on the doll, but the "coffin"?

Duncan's eyes slowly became sharp, and his attention fell on Alice's gorgeous and heavy wooden box.

The ornate wooden box that once housed the dolls was still placed in the room, and now Alice sat firmly on it.

Alice likes her box very much. She treats it as a stool and locker and sometimes sleeps inside - even though there are normal beds in the room.

"You open the box and let me see it," Duncan said.

Alice felt a little confused, but she quickly jumped off the box and opened the wooden box casually.

Duncan stepped forward and looked.

The wooden box is lined with soft red velvet, and there are a little bit of debris piled up in the corners: a comb, a spool that wraps around the hair, a small mirror, and a few metal trinkets.

"I found it from the boat, in another cabin," Alice pointed to the debris in the corner of the box and explained carefully, "I asked Mr. Goat Head, and he said that these are all unowned things, I... can I keep them? I think they are beautiful..."

Duncan looked at the old accessories.

Perhaps a century ago, someone on the ship also wore them on the ends of his hair and on his chest.

That is the certificate that the Lost Country has once belonged to the world.

"I'll give it to you, keep it," Duncan nodded, but then his eyes suddenly noticed a small object in the pile of debris, and couldn't help but reach out to pick it up, "This thing..."

It was a small hairpin, delicate and not like something that would appear on the Lost Country. It looked like a piece of silver-white feathers, with some broken waves on the edges. Although it had been a century, it was still as new as before - this was completely different from those old objects.

Duncan frowned. For some reason, when he saw this hairpin, he felt a little... nostalgic in his heart.

There was even a name that almost blurted out.

But he could never recall what the name he wanted to blurt out was.

Duncan blinked, and he was a little surprised. He didn't know what the feelings that suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart were like, but gradually, he understood.

Just as he knew the name "Duncan Abnomar" the first time he came to this ship... He just once again came into contact with the remaining "echo" in his body!

He looked down at the hairpin in his hand, thinking about how such a delicate and small thing could "resonate" with the biggest natural disaster on the vast sea, but soon, Alice's voice woke him up from his thoughts: "Captain? Captain, you..."

"Sorry, I can't give you this card," Duncan came to his senses and said to Alice, but then he felt that it seemed a bit cold and hard for the doll lady, so he added, "I'll go to the city to buy you some new things - these things are very old."

"Really?!" Alice immediately showed a surprise expression, "Captain, you are so good!"

"Don't be busy praising me for now," Duncan shook his head and put the card in his hand. "The main thing is not finished yet... Alice, I will tell you something about your 'essence'. You must listen carefully."

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