It turns out that what a truly senior scholar thinks about when thinking about a problem is indeed different from that of an ordinary person.
The question that Morris raised during his thinking almost instantly lit up the minds of many people.
"A major premise is that the 'desert' that Vanna saw and the 'forest' that others saw are both part of the nameless man's dream. Under this major premise, there are two possibilities for these two 'places'," Morris sat on the sofa and slowly spoke of his considerations. "Either the 'desert' and the 'forest' are different places at the same time, or they are the same place at different times. In any case, they should not be two completely independent systems. At least one of time and space should be connected."
Nina tried to follow the old man's train of thought, and suddenly asked curiously, "Why can't it be different places and different times?"
"Because they are in the same 'dream'," Morris explained, "there cannot be two or more completely independent space-time systems in a dream, otherwise they would be two unrelated dreams - at least, the knowledge system I have at present does not support this hypothesis."
"Oh..." Nina let out a long "Oh" and nodded, not quite understanding.
Duncan was still thinking about the two scenarios Morris had just proposed, and he kept deducing in his mind which known clues the two models of "same place at different times" and "same time at different places" corresponded to. After a long while, he put this complicated question aside and said, "Let me remind you that in addition to the 'desert' and the 'forest', there is actually a 'place' that is free from the boundary of reality. It is not in the dream, but it is obviously also part of the dream of the nameless one."
"... That dark space filled with fog, where the reflection of the Lost Homeland sailed," Morris immediately said seriously, "I have been thinking about this question. Which part of the Nameless Man's dream does the dark fog you saw correspond to
"The most likely guess at the moment is that it is located at the border of 'about to wake up'. You can touch the echo of Silantis on the Lost Homeland, but you can't directly see the situation in the dream. This is consistent with the characteristics of the border of dreams. It's obvious that the 'border' of the Nameless Man's dream is so large that it even allows a ship to drift aimlessly in it..."
Duncan recalled the "flowing light" he saw on the Reflection Lost Homeland, and the voice from Silantis he heard in the flowing light, and gradually revealed a thoughtful expression.
The Reflection of Lost Homeland is the dream of the goat head. It sails in the dream border of Silantis. Silantis seems to have been waiting for Sasloka there. However, the goat head in the dream told Duncan that Sasloka was dead, and died a long, long time ago...
After thinking for a moment, Duncan shook his head. Then, he noticed something a little out of place at the scene and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Lucrecia: "Where's the rabbi?"
"You finally noticed it," Lucrecia smiled, "Rabbi didn't come back. He has jumped into another dream and should still be chasing those preys."
Duncan was stunned for a moment before he realized what Lucretia meant by this.
That weird rabbit doll actually tracked down those cultists
"It will emerge from the nightmares of those cultists and leave coordinates in the real world that can summon you. I have already instructed the rabbi to keep it alive," Lucrecia continued. "Don't worry, it is reliable in this matter."
Duncan nodded slowly.
And at this moment, he seemed to hear something suddenly, frowned slightly, and looked at the coffee table beside him.
He stretched out his hand and gently brushed it across the coffee table. A faint green flame spread across the table like a phantom, and the outline drawn by the flame suddenly took on a mirror-like texture - Agatha's figure gradually emerged from the mirror.
"Agatha," Duncan looked at the lady emerging in the mirror, "is there something going on on the ship?"
"I may have found the reason why the Nameless Man's dream 'awakened' this time. It was the first mate." Agatha nodded and said quickly, "If possible, I hope you can come back."
…
In the waters around Breeze Harbor, a flaming door suddenly opened on the deck of the Lost Homeland, which was sailing in the fog, and then Duncan and Alice walked out of the door.
Duncan turned around and glanced at Alice who came back with him.
The puppet followed as a matter of course. When she saw Duncan looking at her, she just smiled happily, "Hey, I followed again!"
Duncan sighed helplessly and waved his hand at the puppet: "Okay, I'll go to the captain's room to check the situation, and you go to the cabin where the food is stored and check the barrels that had problems before."
"Hey! Good Captain!"
Alice left happily, as if with a great sense of mission, while Duncan watched the puppet leave. Then he curled his lips and walked towards the captain's room.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the goat head on the edge of the navigation table turned its head quickly, and its pair of dark obsidian eyes stared straight at him. On the wall not far away, Agatha's figure was reflected in the quaint oval mirror. For some reason, this usually calm and reliable "gatekeeper" lady now had a tired and even desperate expression on her face.
Duncan was stunned when he saw Agatha's tired and dying face, but before he could ask about the situation, he heard the goat head's sudden noise:
"Captain, you are finally here! Your loyal servant has been waiting for a long time! Is what Agatha said true? Did the dream of the nameless man appear again last night? And did you see the goat head that looks exactly like me again? She also said that the Lost Hometown with a strange atmosphere came out of my dream, but I didn't even know I could dream. She also said that it was because of my 'startle' that the dream of the nameless man was awakened, and this interrupted your actions, but I don't know what happened at all. You have to believe me. I really didn't want to hide it from anyone. Who knows what happened last night..."
At that moment, Duncan almost felt that the buzzing noise condensed into a solid wall, smashing towards him. The nagging sound was like a drill in his ears, and his head started buzzing instantly. It was not until a few minutes later that he suddenly woke up and quickly waved his hand: "Stop! Shut up!"
The goat's head stopped instantly, and a strange "crack" sound came from the place where the neck was connected to the base - it was as if the previous series of noise was too strong and powerful, so that the brakes on the topic could make a sound.
Then Duncan heard Agatha sigh as if she had been pardoned from the mirror beside him: "It's finally over..."
Duncan glanced at the lady in the mirror with an odd expression.
"As you instructed, I did not hide what happened last night from the first mate," Agatha reported to the captain with a tired face, "and then it became like this - it kept muttering to me before you came. I could hear it muttering, muttering, muttering wherever I hid... I met an undead in the Frost Cemetery who was framed and killed and his family was destroyed. He died three days later and then resurrected because of resentment. But it couldn't mutter as much as it! The noise it makes in one minute is even louder than twenty old ladies who complained about the price increase of bread at the Civic Center!"
Agatha added with great indignation, "And it's no use for me to tell it to shut up! It only listens to you!"
Duncan finally understood what Agatha meant by the expression of "I'd rather have died in the great cave under the Frost" when she entered the room just now.
He used a lot of effort to control his expression, and tried to keep a straight face and comfort the other person: "... You have worked hard."
Agatha sighed, and the image in the mirror split into several pieces, indicating that she had been torn apart and no longer wanted to think or respond.
Duncan: “…”
He felt that he should not instill too many strange concepts into his crew, as they were even more abstract than the abstract words when executing them.
Ignoring Agatha who was in a cracked state, Duncan returned his gaze to the goat head.
The pitch-black wooden sculpture was staring at him. Perhaps because it had held back too many words, its hard wooden face looked a little distorted.
"Don't talk too much nonsense," Duncan emphasized first, and then said seriously, "Secondly, what Agatha said is true."
The goat-headed man moved his head and opened his mouth several times before finally speaking: "I... I really transformed the reflection of the Lost Homeland into the ship you saw in that dark space in my dream?"
"Or to put it another way," Duncan looked calmly into the eyes of the goat-headed creature, "when night falls on Breeze Harbor, your dreams will sail to the border of the dreams of the nameless."
The goat-headed head creaked and shook, and it looked extremely confused: "But I really don't know... I was steering the ship soberly, and the nautical chart also recorded the route of the Lost Homeland, which is exactly the same as my memory..."
Agatha's voice suddenly came from the side: "Then how do you explain your 'shudder' when the morning comes?"
Goat Head stopped talking.
Duncan raised his head and looked at the oval mirror on the wall.
Agatha, who was cracking just now, has recovered by now and is looking at this side with a serious face.
"After escaping from the Nameless Man's dream, I returned here as soon as possible," Agatha said, "I saw the first mate wake up from a certain... trance. He said he was distracted, but I can be sure that the reflection of the Lost Homeland was restored at the moment he 'woke up' - if I'm not mistaken, this should also be the reason why the Nameless Man's dream was 'awakened' this time.
"So I guess, whether it's Silantis or the 'First Mate', as long as one of them wakes up, the dream of the Nameless One will end."
(End of this chapter)