Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 740 The figure before the doomsday

There are no words to describe the impact Zhou Ming received at this moment.

The knock on the door was not loud, and it was an ordinary sound under normal circumstances. However, when it sounded in this single apartment, every sound was like a roar that shook the world, like the weight of a hammer. It hit Zhou Ming's ears like a smash!

His eyes widened for a moment, almost thinking it was an hallucination he had after a series of events and disappointments, but then he woke up and realized that the knocking on the door was a real sound - and it is still continuing. non-stop.

He rushed to the door like a gust of wind, reached out and pressed the door handle, but just when he was about to turn the handle, he suddenly hesitated for two seconds.

Can the door really be opened? Is this a trap to be recklessly falling into?

If it was the first days when he was trapped in this room, he would never have had such worries at the moment, because at that time he only thought that the thick fog was some kind of weird "phenomenon", and he still firmly believed that there was still something outside the thick fog. The hometown he was familiar with, but now, Zhou Ming already knew what happened to his world - his hometown had long been wiped out, and the only thing left in the entire universe was his small house, and in the depths of the boundless fog... only The ashes after the death of all things.

After the world dies, who else will knock on your door?

No matter how you think about it, it is unlikely that he is a normal "living person".

Zhou Ming was weighing it cautiously, but the knock on the door was still repeated patiently, with an interval of three to five seconds each time. It did not appear to be urging, but also fully reflected the patience and persistence of the knocker. As if he were a polite enough but stubborn visitor who insisted on coming to visit.

...If you open the door, this may be a trap, but if you don't open the door, you may miss this "visit" - no matter who is outside the door, this is a unique event, and you must understand what it is. Just fine.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Ming's mind. Finally, he took a breath and secretly made up his mind. Then he pressed the doorknob with one hand and gently brushed the door frame with the other hand.

The translucent illusory flames flowed and spread on the door frame, forming a burning hazy barrier.

After taking precautions and being more vigilant, he exerted force in his hands, then suddenly turned the handle and opened the door at an extremely fast speed.

There was no one outside the door, only the black mist that was constantly swirling, expanding, contracting and creeping, just as it always was.

Zhou Ming breathed heavily, feeling his heart pounding. He stared at the empty black mist with wide eyes, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

Is it still too late to open the door yourself? Visitors knocking on the door and losing patience? Is it really such a coincidence that the visitor left the moment he opened the door?

Zhou Ming frowned. He was sure that the knock on the door was still repeated until he opened the door. Even if the other party really lost his patience, he should not stay away in such an instant.

He hesitated in his heart, and suddenly, a voice interrupted his thinking.

It was a knock on the door - the knock on the door reached his ears again.

Zhou Ming's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at the swirling black mist in front of him. He finally realized that the sound of knocking on the door actually came from the black mist.

The voice sounded very close, as if it was close to the surface of the fog and could be touched by reaching out. However, no matter how wide he opened his eyes, Zhou Ming could not see anything in the fog. He stretched out his hand to explore again. When you enter the thick fog, you can only feel the cold feeling of emptiness - there is nothing in it.

Only the knock on the door kept repeating, still looking very patient.

Zhou Ming slowly retracted his hand that reached into the black mist and stood quietly at the door, listening to the knocking on the door that seemed to never stop, calming the storm in his mind.

There is a visitor who is trying to open this "hut" on the other side of the black fog, but he is blocked by the shell of this "cocoon".

After thinking silently for a long time, Zhou Ming suddenly raised his head. He thought of something, turned around and ran quickly to the desk.

He hurriedly packed up a few things - whiteboard pens, paper, a tape ruler, a ball of thread, and many other odds and ends. Then he wrapped them all in a plastic bag and carried them over. Arrived at the door.

Then he found another piece of paper and hurriedly wrote a line of text on it in the common language of the Infinite Sea: "I heard it, who are you?"

He taped the note to the mouth of the plastic bag, and then without hesitation threw the bag toward the swirling black mist.

The plastic bag filled with sundries was swallowed up by the creeping mist in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes wide and looked at the direction in which the bag of things disappeared, and even his breathing slowed down subconsciously. He had never waited so nervously, waiting for "something" to happen, even the fire that burned down in Puland When he got up, he didn't feel so tense.

The knocking on the door stopped, and the second after the bag of sundries passed through the black mist, the thumping sound stopped abruptly.

Obviously, the "visitor" on the other side of the black mist received the "gift" he sent and reacted to it - but Zhou Ming waited for a long time and did not get any more response.

No more information came except that the knocking on the door stopped.

till the end.

The goat head on the navigation table suddenly felt something. He immediately turned his neck and looked towards the door of the captain's cabin - a tall and majestic figure opened the door and walked in, his steps slightly heavy. "Name?"

"Duncan Abnomar."

Duncan slowly came behind the chart table, sat down on the armchair, and exhaled a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the tiredness and messy thoughts out of his body with this breath.

The goat head instantly noticed the captain's state. It had already prepared a five-minute aria to say hello to the captain and discuss the unique climate on the border. At this time, it all suppressed it all at once, and after hesitating for a moment, it cautiously He asked: "Are you... okay? You seem to be in a bad mood?"

Duncan glanced at the goat head and said casually: "Someone knocked on the door and was let go."

The goat head thought carefully: "...This matter has something to do with Ai Yi?"

Duncan waved his hand, already used to this kind of nonsense.

"It seems it has nothing to do with Ai," Goat Head said, taking it for granted. After realizing that the captain didn't want to say more, he quickly adjusted his attitude and changed the topic, "We are almost through the thick fog of the Eternal Curtain, Captain, continue. Should we return directly to Qingfeng Port when we come down, or do we have other arrangements?”

"...Back to Qingfeng Port, I need to sort out my thoughts during this period, and discuss some matters with the popes - they should all stay in the city-state during this period."

"Okay Captain," the goat head said immediately, and then it opened its mouth again, obviously hesitating before continuing, "Also, what do you think of the situation reported by Vanna and Morris?"

"You mean the 'figures' they witnessed before evacuating Holy Land Island?"

"Yes," the goat head said, "Wearing a shabby robe, it looks like the phantom of the final evangelist, but it has no contact with anyone, as if it is independent of another time and space dimension... This sounds familiar to us in the past. The final preachers seem to be different, they appear on the Holy Land Island... I always feel that this is unusual."

Duncan pondered for a moment, then casually took out a palm-sized piece of photo paper, placed it on the chart table and looked at it carefully.

This was what Morris had given him during the previous meeting in the cabin - the only piece of evidence the old scholar collected when he witnessed the suspicious figures that suddenly appeared on the Holy Land Island.

The picture on the photo paper is not very clear. A kind of fine stripes covers the entire picture like some kind of interference or gauze mask, but you can still distinguish the black door located deep in the cave and the black door next to it. A blurry white figure.

The facial features of the white figure wearing a shabby robe were blurred into a ball, and it could only be judged by his posture and position that he seemed to be observing something carefully - observing the black door, or something behind the black door.

“…The preachers of the end who have appeared in front of people in the past are either madmen who have lost their minds and only know how to spread their doomsday theories crazily, or they are scholars who still have reason and try to convey information to witnesses or guide some things. ," the goat head muttered on the side, "This is the first time that this kind of phantom appears that doesn't communicate with people at all. They seem to be busy with their own things and don't even notice that the fight is in full swing nearby, as if …”

Duncan spoke softly: "It's like a hurried traveler on his way."

The goat head was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean..."

"It's just a sudden association," Duncan raised his head. "They seem to be absorbed in their work and have no reaction to the surrounding environment. Maybe... what we see is the final survey team that is observing through the time stream—— This is what they look like 'on the road'."

The goat head opened his mouth: "...In other words, what Vanna and Morris saw were the phantoms left by the Cretans when they traveled through time? But there has never been any witness record of this before... "

"Maybe this has something to do with the special environment at the border, or maybe..."

Duncan paused, and after a moment of silence shook his head.

"Or maybe this is another omen."

The goat head didn't react for a moment: "Another omen?"

"The end survey team that set out from the beginning of the Deep Sea Age has reached the 'end of time' as far as possible, which is the final moment of the sanctuary," Duncan said calmly, looking into the eyes of the goat head, "That means …”

He did not continue, but the goat head had already reacted: "In other words, we will see them at the end of time. The end of time is the only moment when our and their time streams truly converge..."

Duncan did not speak, but quietly looked at the photos on the chart table, and at the hazy figure standing by the black door, seemingly observing something carefully.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that the hazy figure seemed to be a little clearer.

(End of this chapter)