Deep Sea Embers

Morris gave full play to his own words, and confirmed many questions to Galone in a quiet conversation.

During the conversation, he and Duncan gradually confirmed the status of the female apprentice.

All memories related to Brown Scott's shipwreck six years ago and the death of his mentor after that had completely disappeared from Galone's mind.

No, not only the memory disappeared, but also the entire cognitive system that went with it——

The death of a person triggers a series of chain reactions, including ripples in the social circle, the handling of the aftermath of the death, the memories and emotional ups and downs over a long period of time, and the six years of staying in this house. The changes in various details, this cannot be solved simply by deleting and replacing a piece of memory.

However, in Galone's cognition, "Brown Scott died in a shipwreck six years ago" had never happened, and the series of follow-up reactions triggered by this incident did not leave the slightest trace. She took it for granted that she had lived in the house for six years, peacefully waiting for her teacher to return - and now her teacher had returned and was resting in an upstairs room.

The sharp whistle of the kettle suddenly sounded, interrupting the conversation in the living room. Galoni immediately got up and walked to the kitchen: "Sorry, I'm going to turn off the fire."

Taking advantage of the moment when the Senjin lady left, Duncan looked up at Morris on the opposite sofa: "Her cognition has been interfered with."

"We should check the whole building," Morris murmured. "If Brown is here, he must have left something while he was awake—he wrote me a second time not long ago. letter, and he had evidently sensed something of the truth by then."

"...Let Galony rest for a while." Duncan said softly.

Morris nodded, and during this conversation, Galone had returned from the kitchen—she was carrying a large tray with warming ginger tea and some biscuits. This lady with stone-like gray skin Put the things on the coffee table, and looked up at the two guests: "I've been waiting for a long time, let's drink some ginger tea to warm up."

"Thank you," Morris said, pointing to the sofa next to him, "Galonia, sit here first, sit down, and I'll tell you something."

"Ah...Okay, Mr. Morris." Although Galone felt a little strange, she sat down obediently in front of her mentor's best friend, "What do you want to say?"

Morris looked into Galone's eyes: "Lomonsov's inequality group."

Galoni opened her eyes suddenly, a huge amount of knowledge, memory and logical problems instantly covered all her thoughts, and before she could figure out the general outline of these "information storms", a strong, self-protective desire Tiredness has already surfaced in my heart.

She passed out soundlessly, snoring peacefully and sleeping peacefully.

Duncan watched this scene expressionlessly, and asked after two seconds of silence, "How long will she sleep?"

"It depends on IQ. Heidi slept for twelve hours, and Galone should have slept for a little longer," Morris shrugged. "Folklorists are usually not very good at mathematics."

Duncan didn't know what to say for a while, and after a long time, he said, "Why did you use this trick on your own daughter?"

Morris has a subtle expression: "Heidi insists that her hypnotism skills have surpassed mine-and fathers occasionally have some strange desires to win."

Duncan thought for a while, and felt that there was no need to continue this topic, so he stood up and looked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Now we can check it out—if Galone is not lying, her teacher should be in the bedroom on the second floor right now."

The old stairs creaked, and bright electric lights illuminated the corridor on the second floor. Morris and Duncan went up the stairs and began to look for the folklorist who had "returned to the world".

The structure of the second floor of the house is not complicated. A straight corridor connects every room, and the doors of most of the rooms are not locked——Duncan and Morris quickly confirmed the situation of most of the houses, and opened the door in the corridor. The last room on the left stopped before the door.

This is the only locked place on the entire second floor.

Morris stepped forward and tugged at the doorknob, frowning slightly: "It's locked—locked."

"Locked from the inside?" Duncan had a vague sense of disobedience, and then recalled something, "Just now Galone said that she would send meals to the teacher's room every day..."

"Impossible, this door has not been opened for many days - a week or more," Morris said immediately, his eyes were slowly scanning the door in front of him, and there seemed to be a slight floating light in his eyes , "There is no sign of the door lock being damaged."

"...so, it's just that Galone 'thinks' she sends food to the teacher's room every day, but her teacher hasn't opened the door since many days ago," Duncan said, slightly Looking back at the stairs leading to the first floor, "Cognitive interference has continued."

Morris didn't speak, just raised his hand and knocked lightly on the light yellow door.

There was no response from the room.

"Brown, it's me," Morris said, "if you're inside, open the door—no matter what your current state is, don't worry, we can solve your troubles."

Still no response from the room.

Duncan watched the door silently, feeling that the situation... was not surprising.

In the end, he sighed softly: "Let me come, Morris, we may still be a step late."

Morris' expression froze for a moment. He seemed to want to say something, but his lips trembled twice, but he still didn't say anything, and just moved aside silently.

Duncan didn't use any fancy tricks, just bumped forward, and the ordinary wooden door, which was not very strong at all, was smashed into the lock with a loud bang, and opened wide.

A room completely shrouded in darkness appeared before the two of them.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the windows facing the street seemed to be blocked by something, so that the light from the street lamps outside could not shine into the room. In places where the light cannot be seen, there seems to be something vaguely covered with the roof and the floor.

Duncan was the first to enter the room. He raised his right hand, holding a group of dark green spirit flames in his palm, and fumbled for the light switch by the door with the other hand.

After the lights were turned on, everything in the room finally became clear.

"This is..." Morris, who followed into the room, saw the scene inside the room, and exclaimed in a low voice in astonishment.

Some kind of gray-black, mud-like substance was distributed throughout the room piece by piece, covering the floor, polluting the walls, and even firmly adhered to the roof, and the half-melted "mud" came from the dirty part of the roof. It hangs down from the dirt and hangs in the air, looking like a curved and swollen blood vessel, or some kind of weird stalactite hanging.

In just a moment, Duncan thought of the scene he saw at the bottom of the Obsidian.

These weird and terrifying "muds"... look exactly like the situation in the bilge of the Obsidian!

The muscles in Morris' face tensed.

Frankly speaking, from the very beginning, he didn't believe that his "old friend" had really returned to the human world. He knew that there must be some kind of out-of-control extraordinary vision behind this incident, and it might even be related to the curse of the deep sea, but... Even though he had vaguely expected it before opening the door, after actually seeing this scene, he still felt a huge shock.

"Replicas in the deep sea... It seems that they will eventually become like this," Duncan's voice interrupted Morris's stupefied at this moment, "We are one step late after all, it's a pity."

Morris blinked, then shook his head vigorously, as if trying to get those complicated and chaotic thoughts out of his mind, he walked to the depths of the room, carefully avoiding the "mud" balls distributed on the floor, and after a long time stop at a table.

The table had also been covered in mud, and one of the largest lumps of mud had accumulated between the table and the bed.

"...he wrote two letters, at least at that time, he still had some sense," Morris said softly, "he must have noticed his abnormality..."

"His sanity lasted at least until the moment he locked this room, and after that, he couldn't control the development of the situation," Duncan also came to the desk and said thoughtfully while observing the solidified mud around him , "These replicas from the deep sea seem to be... all different, some have no reason at all, some even retain the original memory, and can survive for a period of time like ordinary people, and some... are like obsidian Like the captain of the ship, completely twisted into an alien shape, but with a soul from the beginning to the end."

"Like some kind of unstable experimental product?"

Morris said casually, and at this moment, something suddenly entered his sight.

There was a piece of paper, pressed against the edge of a congealed mass of mud that vaguely had the outline of an arm.

"This is..." The old scholar opened his eyes wide, and carefully pulled out the piece of paper while exclaiming in a low voice, "Mr. Duncan, look at this!"

Duncan immediately leaned over, and on the dirty paper, some words that were no longer clear came into his eyes——

"To investigators, the following are the changes in my body during the final stages:"