Chapter 68 Reliable pigeon express

A cool sea breeze suddenly blew across the deck, causing Captain Lawrence, who had just walked outside, to rub his arms subconsciously—but he didn’t know the reason why he wanted to get goosebumps was because of the cool sea breeze. Or because of what the young judge told him.

Abnormal 099, the coffin of the doll, after losing control, not only has the ability to move and the tendency to get out of trouble, but also can continue to expand its scope of influence, and constantly check the humanoid targets within the scope, and perform unconditional beheading. Only saints can resist this kind of near Causal decapitation effect…

During the past half-month voyage, he and his crew have been living with this dangerous anomaly – despite the fact that the **** trip has never been dangerous except for the last encounter with the Lost Country, but now I recall When he got up, he still felt a little scared.

But it’s just fear.

A member of the Society of Explorers, he is a seasoned ocean explorer whose job it is to deal with the boundless sea – unlike fishermen who only operate in safe offshore areas, he spends most of his sailing career with All kinds of anomalies and even visions to deal with.

When undertaking an abnormal delivery mission, the authorities or the church will inform them of the dangers of the transportation process in advance, and this part is often the shortest in the entire entrustment contract, usually there is only one item: this mission is fatal, and the specific details cannot be disclosed.

Every captain who lives between the city-states knows what he is facing, and more than half of the captains are entangled in this fatal career in their later years – dealing with the boundless sea all the year round, anomalies and visions will always be there Something is left in your destiny.

Many of his colleagues of the same age have retired, either trapped in constant nightmares, mentally ill from various degrees of curse, or physically disabled on voyages…or more bad.

Captains and sailors on ocean-going ships have high incomes far beyond the imagination of city-state residents, and they also suffer from “occupational diseases” far exceeding any occupation.

Captain Lawrence felt that he was not a very noble person. He did this mainly to make money. Of course, he also had a passion for exploring the sea when he was young, but like most people, the passion of youth is difficult to live with , and now… he felt that it was time for this enthusiasm to burn out.

Find a time to retire while your spirit is still normal, while the boundless sea has not yet entangled your destiny.

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

The search and questioning of the entire ship by the chaplains is not over yet. Until then, he cannot leave the White Oak. After that, he will be transferred to the church with everyone, under quarantine observation and a series of spiritual identification.

His eyes swept over the familiar ship facilities around him.

It’s a very good ship, and it’s very new. I’ve only been in charge of it for five years. In the saying of the captains of the infinite sea, “the wedding date of the captain and the ship has not yet passed.” Seriously, retirement is very good. A bit reluctant.

But stepping back now is better than dying on some future voyage or spending the rest of your life in a lunatic asylum.

…

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 field of vision.

“call…”

Duncan exhaled lightly, feeling the perception from this body quickly, clear and stabilized, feeling his control over this body from remote control to direct control. Push yourself up hard.

The pigeon Ai Yin flew over, rubbed his mouth on the head of his bed, and shouted, “Honey, welcome home, do you want to eat first, take a shower first, or…”

Duncan was about to stretch his waist and let the pigeon almost cramp with a single sentence, when he slapped Ai Yin on the head: “Why do you have such words?!”

Ai Yin was obviously not an extraordinary bird, and when he was slapped by Duncan, it was as if nothing was wrong. He took two steps to the side briskly, and continued to shout: “It was just a punch, and it was hit on the nose, and it was bloody. Squirting, nose crooked in half, but it seems to open a soy sauce shop…”

Duncan directly put the bird with an abnormal mind aside and ignored it, got up from the bed and looked at the table not far away.

On the table, there are quietly all kinds of test items that he had prepared on the Lost Country:

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

Everything is complete, so many messy and unrelated things are put together, and Ai Yin has not “lost packets”.

This pigeon is more reliable than I imagined.

Duncan stepped forward to confirm everything on the table, and after confirming that the items were complete and undamaged, he couldn’t help but look back at the pigeon pacing on the bed, with a little praise for the bird in his heart.

Then he saw Ai Yin walking in all directions by the head of the bed. At this time, he had already carried his back to “When Lu Da looked, I saw Zheng Tu standing on the ground”…

Duncan: “…”

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

The first is the Sun Talisman, which has not changed – as an extraordinary item that has been completely transformed and controlled by the fire of the spirit body, it still has a gentle power flowing quietly in its body, and the two consecutive walks in the spirit world do not seem to affect this. the nature of the item.

The dagger, which does not possess extraordinary attributes, does not seem to have changed. Apart from its ancient style, its blade is still sharp and the scabbard is well maintained.

Duncan’s eyes fell on the piece of cheese he had brought from the kitchen of the Lost Country.

The cheese wasn’t abnormal, it was still in an inedible state, and it didn’t rot or vanish out of thin air after leaving Homeless as Duncan had imagined.

He looked at the cannonball again—the cannonball sat silently on the table, unresponsive to the captain’s gaze.

Duncan pushed the shell and tapped its cast-iron casing.

Extraordinary characteristics faded from the cannonball.

On the Homeless, 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”. Control, and as a “sub-unit” of this consciousness, the shells on the Homeless will even immediately adjust their positions and be “inspected” when they are watched by the captain.

According to Duncan’s observation for a period of time, the force part of Homeless should be controlled by two “consciousnesses”, one is the ammunition system, and the other is the dozens of artillery pieces under the deck. These two consciousnesses should be respectively responsible for the loading during combat. and fire work, and control every “member” within their respective systems.

The cannonball in front of him obviously broke away from the control of its upper consciousness as it left the Homeless, and turned into an ordinary iron lump.

Duncan thought thoughtfully.

If this shell is brought back, will it become a member of the arsenal again? Will Lost Homes still “recognize” this “sub-unit” that has gone and returned?

His thinking went out again – the ammunition on the Lost Country was limited, and the shells that were fired would not come back (the eight shells that were used to press Alice did not come back), so… the ammunition on the ship Can it be added? How did the new munitions that came in became a “subunit” of Homeless?

The idea is extended a little further: Can the Lost Homeland upgrade its artillery system? More advanced cannons, more advanced shells, can these things be used on that ship?

Homeless is a ghost ship, which is destined to be difficult for it to be easily replenished and… “improved” like ordinary ships, and the things carried on board are only “foreign objects”, if it can’t become the homeless. Part of it, then these foreign objects can’t have the convenience of “running on their own” like other facilities on the ship.

But if there’s a way to make these things part of the Homeless… that ghost ship might be able to wield more power.

At the same time have better living conditions.

Duncan couldn’t help thinking a lot about this.

The more he came into contact with the modern Prand city-state, the more he could feel that the Lost Homes a century ago was not as glamorous and perfect as its illustrious name—

That ship may have a strange and terrifying power, but it doesn’t even have an electric light, and it doesn’t have French fries. Its weapon system is still an ancient front-loaded artillery. It’s easy to use, but it’s obviously nice to have a steam engine as backup power, but there isn’t even a boiler for hot water on board.

And no fries.

Duncan silently glanced at the pigeons who had jumped to the windowsill and looked outside in a daze.

Pigeon turned his head and looked at him with a wink of mung bean eyes: “Go to the pier for 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 is a pure natural food that is processed with delicious gifts caught in the deep sea.

After walking in the spirit world, the salted fish didn’t look much changed.

Let’s make soup for Nina at night.