Chapter 60 Opposite the door

This door leads to the Lost Homes.

The letters on the door frames were cast in brass and looked as if a century had passed, and each line of the letters seemed to be plated under the lanterns of spirit fire and the chaotic gleam that permeated the entire cabin. The frozen time reveals a simple and mysterious taste.

Duncan stared at the line of letters for a few seconds, then turned away expressionlessly.

Alice’s voice suddenly came from the side: “Hey? Captain, are we leaving now? Don’t we need to check this door? Even if we don’t open it…”

“There’s nothing more to see, this is the end of the bilge,” Duncan said casually.

But at this moment, a slight knocking sound suddenly came, which made him stop.

Duncan turned his head and looked at Alice who was behind him, Alice looked around nervously, and finally turned to look at the dark wooden door: “The voice seems to be coming from behind this door… ”

Duncan stopped where he was, staring solemnly at the wooden door that had suddenly knocked on his face. He waited patiently for a few seconds, and suddenly heard two more knocks—the knocks were weak and murky, and then they were all knocked out. It seemed to be separated by an extremely thick curtain, as if the door was enveloped by something invisible, but it was by no means an illusion.

After a short but intense weighing, he finally returned to the door, and Alice also followed, watching nervously what might happen next.

Duncan held a lantern in one hand and a long sword in the other, and carefully observed the dark wooden door in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the door was not completely closed – on the side of the door, you can see A door gap that is only about one centimeter or so.

The door was hidden, as if someone had forgotten to close it after leaving in a hurry, and it seemed that some “thing” inside deliberately left a gap in the door, attracting blind people to visit.

Duncan picked up the lantern and shone cautiously inside, watching the situation on the opposite side of the door through the crack of the door – his other hand had already put the long sword against the crack of the door, ready to stab at the anything”.

However, he never imagined what kind of scene he would see—

Opposite the door is a room.

A small room that looks like it has been around for a few years. The wallpaper on the wall is dark and wrinkled, and the slightly messy furnishings seem to have not been cleaned up for a long time. There is a single bed facing the door. , There is also a table beside the bed, on the table there are computers, books and a small decoration.

A tall, thin figure was sitting in front of the desk, reading a book. The figure was wearing a white shirt bought from a common stall, his hair was messy and lacking in care, and his body, which obviously didn’t exercise much, looked a little thin.

Duncan’s eyes passed through the crack of the door, staring at the familiar “over there”, staring at the room, staring at the figure of the book, and the figure seemed to suddenly feel something, he stopped writing, Looking up, got up and ran to the door.

The figure ran over and stared stubbornly outside through the crack in the door, staring at Duncan.

Duncan stared at him too, at the familiar face – his own face!

After staring at each other for a few seconds, the figure on the opposite side of the door suddenly became excited. He started to push the door hard, as if he wanted to come out, but the door seemed to be poured together with the space, so he began to try to break the door lock again. Using a tool to pry open the crack of the door, he slammed the unmoving door hard, as if trying to get out of trouble, but to no avail.

The person inside the door finally gave up this futile attempt. He patted the door near the crack and shouted something through the door – but from outside the door, he could only hear some ethereal noises from Momo Lake. , I couldn’t hear a single word.

Duncan looked at all this in shock and daze, looking at the “self” who was trapped in the room, he knew what the person inside the door wanted to do – his eyes slowly fell on the doorknob next to him.

The doorknob is within reach.

From this side, the door might be very easy to open.

However, he just looked at the handle without taking the next step.

The man who was trapped in the room seemed to be getting frustrated. He finally shouted to the door again, and found that his voice could not reach the door at all. Then he ran back to the desk, bent down and quickly put on a piece of paper. wrote something on it, then ran back quickly and showed the paper to Duncan.

Through the crack of the door, Duncan saw a string of scribbled words on the piece of paper: “Help me! I’m trapped in this room! The windows and doors won’t open!”

Duncan laughed suddenly.

His smile fell through the gap in the eyes of “Zhou Ming” who was trapped in the room. The latter finally slowly opened his eyes, as if he was stunned, and at the same time, he seemed to be gradually annoyed by being mocked.

The next second, the pirate sword in Duncan’s hand suddenly protruded forward, passed through the narrow crack in the door, and directly pierced into “Zhou Ming” opposite the door.

The latter was pierced by the blade, and he opened his mouth as if screaming. There seemed to be a series of hoarse and noisy noises in the Momo Lake, but Duncan did not move at all, but held the sword harder. The handle stabbed forward, approached the door and said softly:

“If you can’t write Chinese, you don’t have to.”

The pigeon Ai Yin, who had been silent all the way, suddenly flapped his wings and made a hoarse voice: “This is an illusion, what are you covering up?”

The next second, the figure opposite the door suddenly began to melt like a wax statue, and quickly dissipated in the distorted light and shadow, and the room that looked so real and so familiar also quickly lost its camouflage and appeared in Duncan’s eyes. What it really is: a dark and outdated cabin, empty and dusty in time and frozen dilapidation.

There was a feeling of emptiness from the sword in his hand, as if it was only air that had been pierced from the very beginning.

Just a cabin across from this “extra door”?

Duncan accidentally observed the situation across the crack of the door, but this time no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like an ordinary cabin there.

But… is that cabin really “real”?

Duncan slowly retracted the longsword that had passed through the crack of the door, sighed in relief, and took a half step back.

The abnormality he encountered just now is still deeply imprinted in his mind. He doesn’t know if it is a simple illusion or something else, but one thing is certain… This door definitely has something strange and dangerous beyond his imagination.

If the illusion reflected on the other side of the door is based on his own memory and cognition distortion, it means that the danger opposite the door has exceeded the power of his “Captain Duncan”, if it is not based on his own cognition and memory generation an illusion, but a “fabricated” set from something… and it’s even worse.

Because no one in this world should know the appearance of that room, and no one should know the existence of the individual “Zhou Ming”.

But the “thing” across the door knows it.

He took a deep breath.

The cautiousness I had just now was correct, no matter what, I could not open this door.

At the same time, he was a little scared-because there really was a moment just now, when he looked at the door handle, he had this idea in his mind: to open the door and let “self” out.

“Captain…” Alice’s voice suddenly came, which woke Duncan from his deep thoughts. He looked up at the puppet and saw the puppet’s concerned and scared expression, “Captain, are you alright? There is something in that door. What? Why is your expression so serious…”

Duncan shook his head: “It’s nothing, behind this door is not where you should look – we’ve reached the bilge and can go back.”

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to push the door to see if he could close it.

The gap in the door is really disturbing.

But the door didn’t move—despite all the effort he had put into it, the door still seemed to be one with the space.

Like those sealed windows in his bachelor apartment.

Duncan withdrew his hand thoughtfully—the door wouldn’t close, but he wouldn’t even try to open it any further.

“Ah? Oh…Oh, okay!” Alice didn’t care about the captain’s attempt to close the door. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted with a happy expression on her face, “Then go back quickly, this To be honest, the place is quite weird, and I’m a little nervous again…”

Duncan hummed noncommittally, took Alice and turned to the “last door” that led to the stairs.

This place is really too evil, and even he doesn’t want to stay longer.

After this, nothing more anomalous happened.

They passed smoothly through the broken bilge, through the warehouse with reversed lighting, through the dark stairs and corridors, and returned to the cabin above the waterline.

The moment she returned to the normal cabin, Alice felt a lot more relaxed all over her body, as if some previously undetectable shadow wrapped around her body had been dispelled. She saw that the surrounding lights had returned to their original state, and the cabin had returned to its original state. It is no longer gloomy and depressing, as for Captain Duncan next to him…

The captain looked the same as before. He didn’t seem to feel depressed before, and he didn’t feel any extra relief now. The environment in the depths of Homeless had no effect on him.

It’s just that when he came back, the captain was obviously very silent and seemed to be very worried.

“Captain, are you tired?” Alice asked cautiously, “Would you like me to make you something to eat? You didn’t have a good dinner…”

Duncan stopped his thoughts and looked at the puppet beside him.

On Miss Doll’s face, there was a sincere expression of concern—just like Nina.

He suddenly relaxed, and the haze in his heart seemed to subside quietly.

“Don’t drop weird things into the pot this time.”

“My head isn’t something weird!”

“Especially your head.”

“……Oh.”