Deep Sea Embers

A cluster of dim and unusually twinkling stars caught Duncan's attention.

That cluster of shimmering light was vaguely different from the surrounding starlight. Its illusory and weak light was like a transparent phantom, and its flickering appearance gave people a feeling that it would dissipate at any time - Duncan was in this chaotic space. It's not that I haven't seen weak flashes before, but even if those flashes are weak, they won't show this illusory and dissipated appearance.

He frowned slightly.

A faint flash of light often represents a body that has just died, but what does the faint and almost transparent sense of illusion mean?

He stretched out his finger and lightly touched the light.

The next second, he felt that his consciousness suddenly crossed the long and endless boundary, and was projected from the Lost Home into a brand new body. A cold and numb feeling spread from his limbs, and then the numbness gradually faded away. , he began to feel the touch of his skin and the slow beating of his heart.

But for some reason, he always felt that this new body was particularly heavy, and it seemed as if there was a thick curtain behind his control. It took him a lot of effort to move his fingers, and it took the same effort to move his eyelids. Open a crack.

There was darkness before my eyes.

A blind person? Or are you blindfolded?

Duncan subconsciously fumbled and raised his hand, trying to confirm the condition of his eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, he felt his arm hit something hard and cold. Then he raised the other arm, only to hit it as well. what.

Duncan lay quietly in the darkness, silent for a long time before sighing: Okay, that makes sense...

The cemetery is too quiet tonight.

Hello, I want to know what is going on. Duncan cleared his throat and thought about how to maximize the value of this body so as to get more information from the people outside the coffin. I am trapped in this

In the coffin, there is some kind of misunderstanding. I am still alive. Listen, his voice is actually quite powerful.

With all due respect, you slipped and fell from the guardrail of the shaft and fell straight into the 100-meter-deep mine tunnel. The back of your head was split. It took a lot of effort for the embalmer to put your skull back together. Sir, in my opinion, your skull was... Misdiagnosis is extremely difficult.

The old caretaker holding the shotgun frowned. For some reason, he always felt that the restless person tonight was different from the ones he had encountered in his career. The voice in the coffin sounded a bit too rational, and even He knew how to bargain, but he soon shook his head and put this messy thought behind him: the old guard shook his head and kept talking while paying attention to the flames of the lantern on the wooden stake next to him - you know, the deceased There is no real reason, it is just the afterglow of the soul's obsession. During the conversation, this afterglow is consumed particularly quickly. When the person in the coffin's reason is exhausted, his extra overtime today will begin.

calm down! The guard was holding a double-barreled shotgun, and the clicking sound of the safety being released was particularly clear in the night. The rickety old man stared at the coffin and shouted angrily, "It's time for you to sleep - you belong to someone else now." There is no place for you in this world, the world of living people.

Every year there are always a few corpses that are unwilling to stay in the coffin. Most of them will try to use more violent methods to escape. Only a few exceptions will try to negotiate to solve the problem. The old caretaker muttered, but even if These people who know how to negotiate are just uttering insane nonsense. The dead always think that they can come back to life, but in fact Bartok's door is not so easy to cross.

However, the coffin lid was more difficult to deal with than he thought - the lid was nailed shut, and there might even be extra locks, and the body he now occupied was too inferior, and the sensations coming from his limbs were even worse than his. The corpse that occupied the sacrificial field in the sewer for the first time was even weaker. Not to mention pushing open a nailed coffin lid, even moving around was extremely difficult.

The old man muttered unkindly, casually hung the lantern on the iron buckle around his waist, then drew the octagonal emblem on his chest, picked up the double-barreled shotgun and slowly walked towards the coffins.

anyone there? Come on help me, I think this is a misdiagnosis!

oh? Do you often encounter that kind of thing? Otherwise, he will have to give up this destined body that he finally selected, and then choose another possessed object in this dark and chaotic space, and he will most likely be trapped in another coffin.

The coffin was still rattling, and the deceased in the coffin was persistently banging on the barrier between him and the living world, and while banging, he was asking for help from outsiders to help him escape.

The door to the guard cabin was pushed open, and the light of a lantern illuminated the path leading to the morgue inside the wooden cabin. An old man with gloomy eyes and a stooped back walked in from outside the house. He was holding a lantern in one hand and clutching a powerful double-barreled shotgun with the other hand. His yellow eyes were staring at the direction of the sound.

The restless, the living dead, and the resurrection from the dead are three completely different concepts. The old man rambled on. Crossing these boundaries requires amazing strength, great pain, and extremely rare opportunities. Sir, don't embarrass yourself. , you can't cross it.

At this time, he even had time to think wildly, wondering if he should ask Alice about her experience - how did this doll escape from the coffin after the board was nailed and chained several times? Can't it just rely on natural power?

What a strange deceased person is this?

It would be easier to handle it if there was someone else - no matter whether I could get out or not, I would have one more way to access information from the outside world.

Well, I seem to have been injured a bit badly. This physical condition is really not suitable for leaving that coffin. He sighed and excused himself.

Of course, the caretaker would not ignore this sudden strange movement.

He groped around and finally realized he was trapped in a container.

Duncan began to move his hands and feet, trying to push the cover on the head while getting familiar with the body's not-so-easy-to-use sense. Just now, by knocking on the surrounding coffins, he confirmed from the thumping feedback that the coffin was there. Rather than being buried in the ground, it was probably parked somewhere temporarily, which meant that he could emerge from this place simply by pushing the lid on his head.

Duncan listened to the sound coming from outside the coffin and silently raised his hand to touch the back of his head.

But why does it make sense now?

It's a coffin.

In the dead silence of the cemetery morgue, the thumping sounds and hoarse and low calls stood out.

The old caretaker was silent for a few seconds, silently lit another spare lantern on his waist, and hung it on a wooden stake closest to the morgue. At the same time, he said calmly: You're welcome - and Compared with most restless people, you are quite polite.

Breathing is a common illusion of the dead, and attachment to the living world is a subconscious paranoia left on the cerebral cortex. This is indeed not easy to accept, but Bartok has also prepared a better destination for your soul, old man The caretaker stared closely at the coffin, still holding the shotgun in one hand, while the other hand quietly sketched the emblem of the God of Death in the air, and then took out a small packet of moist powder from his arms, and put it into the coffin. Part of the powder is smeared on the barrel of the shotgun, and the rest is sprinkled on the ground. Lie down quietly. You should feel sleepy. This is the call of the Lord of Death. It is good for us to obey it.

No matter who they attract, as long as they can get up and take a look at their surroundings, and if they're lucky, they can collect some information. Anyway, the worst is to be trapped in this coffin, so it won't be worse.

A sense of irritability that made people laugh and cry couldn't help but surged into his heart. Duncan seemed to understand a little bit about the stunned and speechless feeling that Agou and Fanna had before when they faced the reasonable unfolding on the Lost Home, but it was obviously not the case now. As he continued to lament - he had to find a way to get out of this coffin.

Being trapped in a coffin while possessing a corpse is indeed a very reasonable development - after that, two consecutive unrestricted possessions are rare.

The banging in the coffin suddenly stopped.

The teachings of Bartók, the Lord of Death - Duncan memorized this part silently and then cleared it

Clearing my throat, I continued to think: But I still think I can save it. What if it is a misdiagnosis?

Duncan yelled helplessly while pushing the lid of the coffin above. He didn't mind that it would scare anyone or cause any trouble. After a short period of adaptation and feeling, he confirmed that the body was in normal condition and was not in any way. It cannot be used for a long time. Like the sacrifice that I occupied for the first time, this is also a disposable body. Since it is disposable... there is nothing to worry about.

Hello! Is there no one outside? I think I can still save it! Call a doctor - if that doesn't work, call a forensic doctor...

Duncan judged the sound outside. It should be an old man, very close to him, and there was a soft sound of a metal mechanism just now, maybe the sound of a weapon.