Deep Sea Embers

My father went to an antique shop before and stayed there for a long time. When he came back, he held a cannonball in his arms - and then he solemnly placed the cannonball in the best position on the antique shelf, and kept doing so at regular intervals. Just go and wipe it carefully.

Every time she thinks about this, Heidi is very worried about her father's mental health.

"Seriously, you don't know how weird it looks," the psychiatrist lady couldn't help but sigh, "He treated it like a treasure and said it was a very, very special antique. He didn't wash his face every day. The cannonballs had to be wiped first - my mother just didn't care about anything. I said something to the side, and she said, 'Your father only has this hobby of collecting, so don't disturb him.'"

Fanna didn't know how to evaluate this matter. After all, she knew nothing about antiques. The most profound close encounter with antiques in her life was when she used a toy sword to practice jumping chops when she was a child and smashed her uncle's vase. That was a fat beating. The memory was still fresh, so she held it in for a long time and could only come up with a dry sentence: "... Mr. Morris is a highly respected historical scholar and collector. I think he must have a special vision in his collection."

"I have never heard of someone holding a cannonball as a treasure - even if the cannonball is real," Heidi sighed, "The cannonball must be real, at least it is solid and heavy. ”

Vanna didn't speak for a while. She seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, she suddenly said: "Let's talk about the amulet. Mr. Morris got you an identical amulet again?

"Yes, it's not that," Fanna nodded, reaching out and pulling out the "crystal" pendant from the clothes on her chest, "As you have seen, I had an exactly the same disaster before, but it was complete. It was destroyed. The monk who registered me at the time analyzed that it might be an item that was accidentally contaminated with extraordinary power, but usually concealed its ordinary nature..."

Heidi looked at the "crystal" pendant that Vanna took out with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you think something is right?" Fanna couldn't help but ask.

"After the disaster, the cathedral was short of manpower, but we still sent people to investigate the situation in the antique store. The result was that everything was abnormal. From the store's purchase channel to the identity and background of the store owner, there were no problems. It was recorded in the city files Clearly, the pendant thing seems to be just a coincidence," Heidi said slowly, her eyes always falling on the pendant, "But I always feel a little concerned about Fanna, do you remember that I went there with you? This antique shop.”

"It's the postman," the wife handed over a letter, "it's for you."

After saying that, she turned and went to the entrance. A brief conversation came from the direction of the door. After a while, he returned to Bu Heyuan.

As soon as the words fell, the room suddenly became quiet. Morris stopped what he was doing.

The first thing Bu Heyuan did when he returned home was to hug and kiss his wife, and the second thing was to carefully wipe the cannonball placed on the antique shelf.

What Captain Duncan said was right, and what Captain Duncan did was normal.

This incredible ghost captain always conveys his goodwill through various strange ways, including but not limited to soup stewed with the descendants of the deep sea, cannonballs with steel seals from a century ago, and tutoring the low-educated among his family members. Morris thought it was a bit weird to learn Chinese calligraphy at first, but now he has adjusted his mentality perfectly.

"But this isn't a normal 'antique,' Mary," Morris turned and smiled at his wife, "that's part of the miracle."

The old woman raised her head and looked at the two ordinary collections on the antique shelf - a dagger and a cannonball. After a moment, she suddenly spoke: "Have you ever told your daughter the truth before? About that 'miracle' ,,about his new identity.”

Maintaining this mentality, Morris felt that he had not fully adapted to the atmosphere of the new team.

Although he felt a little weird when he came back with this thing, he knew that the seemingly weird "collection" had an extraordinary meaning.

"She can only die," Morris said suddenly. "She died in a shipwreck three years ago.

in an accident. "

Heidi didn't answer anything. She just thought for a moment and then stretched out her hand: "Can you show me?"

So after getting the captain's permission, Morris told his wife about the Lost Home, but he didn't tell Vanna.

"I'm paying attention, not just. I always feel that something is wrong with this antique store, but I don't look at it with the attitude of an inquisitor looking at heretics," Fanna said, returning the pendant. Friend, “But you are right, I may be a little nervous.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting the conversation between Morris and his wife.

Heidi frowned and recalled, and quickly found the corresponding memory: "The captain of the White Oak? I remember calling him Lawrence. He is in trouble?"

Without thinking much, Fanna took off the pendant and handed it over: "Of course, here you go."

"You wiped it so that a human figure can be seen in it," the graceful old woman smiled and looked at her husband, "Didn't I say before that antiques should not be wiped too frequently."

"Yes, it's just a special talisman, and it's even made of glass," Vanna said, then looked at her friend in front of her seriously, "Heidi, I'm a little too persistent. You know what I'm doing is... It’s an occupational disease for the judge, but if you think this shop owner is a really good person, you should believe me.”

It represents the connection between himself and the Lost Home, and also represents Captain Duncan's "goodwill" to his family members.

"Well, good luck with your work."

"Hanshuang? This is a very far away place," the wife said, recalling it for a moment, and said uncertainly, "I remember that he had a friend in Hanshuang, named Brown or Bren?"

"I have to go," Fanna said as she stood up and picked up the large suitcase that she had placed next to her. "I have another appointment this morning - the one who was quarantined and observed at the cathedral for several days. This captain."

Morris was silent for two seconds and said loudly: "...Frost."

Morris knew it was his wife without looking back.

Fanna put the pendant back on, then glanced at the mechanical clock hanging next to her: "Ah, is it time?!" Footsteps sounded from behind. This is unavoidable.

"A letter to you?" Maurice was a little surprised. He noticed the large-denomination stamps and several functional stamps on the envelope at first glance, and couldn't help frowning, "I have written to a few friends far away. Letter, but I shouldn’t reply so soon... huh?"

Fanna took the crystal pendant, which still had a trace of body temperature, and placed it in the sun to examine it. After a long time, she said as if talking to herself: "It doesn't have any extraordinary aura."

"Brown Scott," he said slowly, his tone becoming particularly low and serious for some reason, and his movements with the letter opener becoming particularly hesitant, "like me, he is a scholar of history, and also Addicted to the field of occultism.”

As the product of a broken "warp prayer", his wife had been lying on the bed in the form of human ashes for eleven years. He himself was very vague about this. Now he has truly survived due to the influence of the Lost Home. , will naturally have doubts about his own survival.

He suddenly stopped opening the letter, and his eyes fell on the first stamp on the envelope that represented the place of origin, with a strange look on his face.

"Where did it come from?" My wife's curious voice sounded next to me.

"Of course I remember," nodded, "To be honest, I really have some fate with this shop - the shop owner saved my life in the museum, and the shop owner's niece is one of my father's students, and My previous pendant happened to come from this shop, but he also said that the church investigated it secretly and found nothing wrong. "

"For a captain traveling on the boundless sea, and at such an age, it is normal to need the help of a psychiatrist," Fanna said, seeming to have thought of something, her expression was slightly complicated, but soon He shook his head, "But compared to most captains of the same age, Mr. Lawrence's condition is actually not bad. I don't know more about it. This is the patient's

privacy. "

There are some "miracles" that can be hidden from others, but not from those who have experienced the miracle itself.

"...It's not necessary now," he said, "Fanna will still have to come into contact with this matter, and whether to talk about it or not... depends on the captain's wishes."

"Are you leaving?"

Just as the old scholar was about to open the door, his wife stopped her with a smile: "Let me go - I haven't walked around for many years, and now I need to exercise more."

"Oh, yes, Brown Scott, I remember him as a rather fat man who gave off a meticulous look." The wife suddenly realized, "You still keep in touch with him? I remember he moved there many years ago. Frost, but I had a good relationship with him before we moved.