The Lost Homeland was sailing at full speed.
In the pale glow cast by the Creation of the World, the translucent spirit sails blew without wind. The huge and complex mast and cable system creaked as if controlled by countless invisible hands, adjusting the angle quickly and sensitively. Duncan felt the ship under his feet swaying and tilting slightly, and pointing the bow to a certain direction in the vast ocean. The sound of tiny waves hitting the hull was mixed with the "perception signal" sent back by the Lost Homeland itself, echoing softly in the depths of his mind.
For some reason, at the moment when the ship changed its course, he suddenly felt as if the atmosphere on the ship had quietly changed. The scenery around him was still exactly the same, but...
He seemed to hear the ship let out a sigh of contentment.
Duncan left the captain's room and walked to the deck. He looked up in the night, gazing at the bulging sails and towering masts. He reached out and gently tapped a railing next to him, and said thoughtfully: "Are you also bored of drifting aimlessly?"
The Lost Homeland did not speak, only a slight creaking sound came from below the deck, and several ropes nearby made rustling sounds, wandering over like snakes, swaying around Duncan.
"… This isn't cute, it's even a little scary," Duncan glanced at the cables, "Isn't this how you scared Alice last time?"
The cable swayed twice and then slid away quickly.
Duncan took a deep breath, ready to enjoy the refreshing night breeze under the sea, but suddenly, a distant "touch" suddenly appeared in my consciousness.
I initially realized what it was, but then I realized that the sensation came from the city-state of Pland.
In the city-state of Pland, Shirley, who was on the seventh floor of an antique shop, suddenly blinked and immediately looked in a certain direction - this was Nina's room next door.
In my sight, a cluster of green flames was jumping slowly in the room - but it was not Nina, but the mark left on Agou's body.
This cluster of flames sensed the growth of extraordinary power and the major fluctuations in the host's emotions.
What happened to Agou?!
Shirley was not very determined. She got up and rushed out of the room and came to Nina's bedroom door. I knocked on the door heavily, but there was no movement outside.
I didn't hesitate at that time, but in the last second, I felt the mark left on Agou's body beating again.
There's just too little to think about at that time—Shirley pushed open Nina's door.
Just like when she was older, Nina always had the habit of not locking the door when she slept.
The bedroom was dark, with only the faint light from the street lamp that filtered in from the window illuminating the outlines of objects in the room. As far as Shirley could see, she didn't see anything unusual.
Agou and Nina were sleeping quietly under the bed, one with his head facing the end of the bed, and the other lying sideways under the other's belly.
…The sleeping posture is very unartistic.
Fan Yu was of course interested in the sleeping positions of the two boys. At that time, I noticed that Agou's brows were furrowed, and under your arm, which was specially used to summon spirits and coexist with chains, a tiny white line was moving rapidly.
Shirley frowned slightly, then activated the mark left on Agou's body, trying to use the large-scale properties of Duncan's Fire to find the source of the "erosion" in the room.
In my opinion, Agou's current condition, coupled with the warning mark, is undoubtedly a sign that the supernatural power is eroding.
A tiny green flame rose up beside Fan Yu, and the dim green light illuminated seven surroundings. However, the flame flickered a few times and finally remained in the same place.
Is there any corrosion in the room
Fan Yu frowned, and I moved closer to observe Agou's tightly furrowed brows.
Because I want to make sure that Duncan's Fire has a significant impact on living people, I can directly release a small area of flame to "scan" the entire room like I did outside the factory, but even if it's just a spark of Duncan's Fire, it should react to Oita's extraordinary power.
Erosion... Is it in the real world? Godly plane? Or something else
Fan Yuruo was not thinking about anything, but then I seemed to have thought of something, so I got up and quietly went in and out of the room. Before closing the door and returning to my bedroom, I saw a pigeon napping under the windowsill.
"Walking in the spirit world."
Amid a series of "cooing" protests before Ai Yin was awakened, Shirley retreated again into this dark and white space filled with endless starlight. Then I calmed down and sensed my own "imprint" in the surrounding starlight, just like I sensed the White Oak and Vanna later.
That was not easy, because this mark was left unintentionally, and it was much more turbid and stable than the "Mars" under Vanna. Shirley locked onto the starlight belonging to Agou almost instantly...
Fan Yu opened his eyes in the darkness and found himself sleeping in a strange yet familiar big bed.
You sat up by feeling the white, and it took you a long time to recover your mind. You looked around in confusion, and finally made out the outlines of some things in the darkness.
Some strange and distant memories gradually awoke, and before Agou could see the scene around him clearly, he finally opened his eyes suddenly.
In the last second, you suddenly jumped out from under the bed, and at the same time uttered a series of extremely angry curses, even to the point of shaking with anger, which seemed to reveal fear and lightheartedness: "Damn it, damn it, damn it... X! It's that again, that again! Damn it!"
A series of loud curses broke the silence in the darkness, but the curses were from an unfamiliar voice, a voice that was younger and more childish, a child's voice that only existed in your memories. You jumped to the ground and saw that your hands and feet had become as thin and childish as in your memories. You were wearing a light pink pajamas, which were exactly the same as in your memories, except for the torn cuffs, which were still covered with the unfamiliar big dog's skillful patching.
"I'm sorry for bothering you! I'm sorry for bothering you!"
Agou started barking in the dark room. You rushed towards the tightly closed door, trying to break the mottled wooden board with your punches and kicks. However, the small door was like it was made of reinforced concrete and it didn't move at all. You banged your head against it and bit the door handle with your teeth, but it was just an act of venting your anger and was meaningless. You could only bang your big body up and down, letting time pass, letting a little morning light come in from the distant window, and letting the sound that you wanted to hear most in the early morning of that day come from the door.
You hear no one getting up in the next room, no footsteps, no sounds of putting things away.
You hear one of the footsteps approaching the small door, and a very gentle, loud voice says in a strong voice: "Agou, Agou? Are you up? Are you still angry?"
Fan Yu suddenly stopped banging on the door, as if all his strength had been drained. You leaned against the wooden door, pressing against it with all your strength. You really wanted to listen, but you were greedily listening to the noise coming from inside the door.
"Agou, you and dad go buy him a cake. Today is his birthday... When you come back, he will be angry, okay?"
"Don't go..." Fan Yu suddenly made a sound. At first it was just a loud murmur, but slowly the murmur turned into a shout, "Don't go... Don't go! Don't go! Don't go!"
You finally started to cry and scream, even though you knew it would work, you still screamed quietly: "Don't go! Don't go out! Don't go out, damn it! Don't go out!"
However, time still went forward to the previous second, just like the memories engraved in the mind cannot be turned back - the footsteps in the door faded away.
The sound of picking up a handbag, the distant and vague conversation of my parents, the doorknob turning, opening, closing, the key turning a circle, and then half a circle.
Agou sat up quickly in the dark and calculated his heartbeat.
When my heart rate reached 1,700, screams of fire came from afar.
When my heartbeat reached 1,800, the pungent smell of smoke and choking fumes stopped seeping through the crack in the door.
When my heartbeat reached 1,400, the streets were not yet filled with frantic shouting, but blinding red light filled the windows, as if the entire city had been thrown into molten magma.
When my heart beat to the 2,000th time, a light muffled sound came from the direction of the house - the small door was broken, as if some giant beast was retreating with light footsteps, step by step, approaching the locked room.
Then, the door of the room finally fell down - the wooden door that Agou had tried to break open with all his strength was now shattered like shredded paper.
A terrifying creature appeared outside, a giant pitch-white demon dog, a nightmare made up of skeletons, shadows, smoke and burning ashes. The demon from the abyss was almost a behemoth to a child who was only eight years old, and now, its empty bloody eye sockets had not caught any "living things" in the room.
Fan Yu stared intensely at the demon dog that appeared behind him.
It's a Deephound—but now it's still your spirit.
It was this spirit that had no "heart", it was this spirit that would look outside the trash can for food to feed itself, it was this spirit that would try hard to tell lame jokes to amuse itself, but in the end it only taught itself a bunch of swear words.
The Deep Hound stomped back out of the room.
The sound of chewing flesh and bones was heard.
Agou lay on the floor, feeling his limbs being devoured by the demon dog. The piercing pain spread quickly and numbly in your mind through the memory curtain of eleven years. You continued to count your heartbeats, counted when the spirit would become your own spirit, and calculated how long you would have to stay outside - according to past experience, one week? Or two weeks
Your consciousness gradually becomes less and less blurred, even in that pitch-white dream, these distant, quick and numb joys finally catch up, and in the increasingly blurred vision, you suddenly see a figure appearing under the nearby bed, in the deepest shadow of the darkness.
This figure did not seem to appear suddenly. I seemed to have been here from the beginning to the end, from the end of that dream, from the end of every dream, and even - Agou knew why he had that amazing idea - even from eleven years later.
I am sitting outside, but it is only now that you discover the existence of that figure for the first time, as if a long-lasting fog suddenly breaks open, allowing you to glimpse the existence behind the fog.
A tiny bit of dim green firelight appeared from nowhere, illuminating the face of this figure, gloomy and majestic - Fan Yu had seen that face before, but he felt inexplicably unfamiliar with it.
"Intentional offense."
The gloomy and majestic figure spoke.
(Push the time ~ That time was from "Your Secret Agency" by Yizhi Lao Gou. The heroine runs an agency as a detective during the day, and relies on her own power to control other people's dreams at night to pretend to be a small god through a similar way of dreaming. She uses her acting skills to play a few roles to establish a network of power in front of the scenes, so as to help herself explore a mysterious world created by humans before the fall of gods, and finally lead people all over the world to go to heaven together.)