Deep Sea Embers

The old father cared about his children's daily life and wanted to see what his son was doing at home.

At 12:30 in the evening, my son set up a platform on the icy and snowy island base to watch a dozen girls dance belly dances.

The old father was shocked.jpg.

Tirian was completely bewildered at this moment—frankly speaking, his feeling of horror at this moment and the idea of ​​a tsunami in his head even surpassed that of hearing that there was another "Three Three" popping up near Frost a few days ago. No. submersible".

The famous pirate captain in the cold sea moved his body stiffly to the side, and even tried to block Duncan's gaze with this stupid way, but he saw another wall covered with ice crystals lit up next to him. After getting up, the father's figure walked directly to another mirror, and continued to look in the direction of the stage: "Aren't they cold?"

Tirian subconsciously said: "...It's cold, but it can be carried by a special alchemy potion..."

"Tirion," Duncan turned his gaze back and looked at Tirian, who was completely frozen like an ice sculpture, "don't be so nervous, you are already an adult, you are free to have any daily hobbies, but... This hobby is still a bit beyond my expectation. Does your sister know?"

"It's not what you think!" Tirian couldn't help yelling again—this time, compared with the previous voice, he was more helpless and even desperate, "Don't you talk to her too? If you If there is a chance to contact her in the future..."

"Oh, it seems that she doesn't know," Duncan nodded, "Indeed, it's better not to let Lucrezia know about this kind of thing."

Tirian: "What do you want me to say about you..."

Duncan laughed.

Of course he could see the expression on Tirian's face at the moment, and heard the yelling just now, he just found it interesting-it's not easy to see this kind of reaction from the pirate leader who is number one in the cold sea, It would be a pity to miss a wonderful scene.

And the moment he saw the smile on Duncan's face, Tirian understood.

He was stunned at first.

The father was joking with himself, a somewhat nasty joke that had not been seen for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, he restrained his astonished expression, and let his expression quickly become serious—as if the gaffe just now had never happened at all.

"If you've seen the excitement enough, let's talk about the business," the great pirate said with a sigh, rather helplessly, "I don't believe that you came here late at night just to play this kind of joke on me."

"I met a ship," Duncan also restrained his expression, and said straight to the point, "The Obsidian, do you have any impression of this name?"

"The Obsidian?" Tirian frowned first, and recalled the more famous ships currently on various routes, but found nothing, but then, the expression on his face changed slightly, "You mean The Obsidian? I know of only one Obsidian, but it must have sunk..."

As Duncan expected.

No one knows the situation of the ships on this cold sea better than a pirate leader who has been entrenched in the northern region for half a century, and if it is a ship that sank due to a shipwreck, it will leave a deep impression on Tirian's heart .

Because shipwrecks and shipwrecks are regarded as the greatest omen on the boundless sea, captains may not care about other ships, but they will definitely know the names of those sunken ships, what cargo they loaded, what they did, and what they went to place.

"That's it, that sunken ship that has been sunk for six years," Duncan nodded, "it reappeared on the surface of the sea, and it has completely turned into a strange thing - it is full of upside-down and chaotic cabin structures, and mud with life Substance, and ... a 'captain' who is not human."

After Duncan's voice fell, Tirian's eyes slowly opened wide. After a short thought, the big pirate's face was full of surprise and seriousness.

He didn't question it, because he knew that his father would not lie to himself at this time and about this kind of thing-he would not do such a boring thing.

But even so, he still feels unbelievable, because the development of things has completely exceeded his expectations.

"Does it sound familiar?" Duncan's voice continued to sound from the ice, as if wrapped in the chill of the cold sea, "It is somewhat similar to the situation of 'No. 3 Submersible', but more serious. It’s not just the crew inside, but the ship itself that has been distorted. You have participated in the Abyss Project, so I want to hear your judgment.”

"My judgment..." Tirian opened his mouth, but then realized something else, "Wait, where did you meet that ship?!"

He suddenly realized that the place where the Obsidian sank was near Frost. In theory, the "replica" should also be around Frost when it floated up. How did his father encounter that ship? !

Duncan in the ice showed a slight smile.

"Are you in a high enough place?"

"A place high enough?" Tirian looked around, a little confused, "The terrain here is not bad, the port area as a whole is on high ground..."

"Is there any line of sight blocking from the southwest?"

"No."

"Oh, you look in that direction, wait a minute."

Tirian subconsciously looked towards the southwest of the island—it was a gentle slope slightly sloping towards the sea. The main residential facilities in the port area were distributed on this gentle slope. Kilometers are thick fog and turbulence surrounding this secret home port.

Something flickered in the fog.

It was a dark green flame, rising and shining in the mist like a ghost.

Tyrian blinked.

After a while, he heard a distant, hazy but definitely not hallucinatory roar.

It was an ancient muzzle-loading smoothbore gun firing.

"You are in the cold sea..." Tirian felt the muscles in his body tense, and a subtle but pervasive cold seemed to be gradually enveloping him. He hesitated and turned his head, looking at Duncan in the ice, "You ...found here?"

"It's not very easy to find. Your island is surrounded by dense fog, ice floes, and rampant currents, but fortunately, the spirit world is calm and there are safe routes," Duncan laughed, "but don't worry, I won't Driving the Lost directly next to your island will make your men nervous - the Lost will hide in the fog around you."

Tirian thought for a while, and suddenly felt that his father's last words seemed even more creepy—it might as well just drive the Lost Home to the port!

But he didn't dare to say these words until the end.

Because he was worried that when he opened his eyes the next day, he would really see the flagpole of the Lost Homeland hovering above the port area.

"Your expression is tense and frustrated," Duncan's voice came suddenly, "Did I cause you trouble?"

"Ah, no, that's not what I meant!" Tirian hurriedly said, while straightening his expression, "It's just that it happened suddenly, and I'm not quite used to... getting along with you."

Speaking of this, he paused, and hurriedly asked before Duncan could speak again: "Why did you come to Lengliehai suddenly? It shouldn't be just to give me a 'surprise', right?"

"Something happened," Duncan nodded, "The person who should have been dead for many years suddenly sent a letter from Frost, which aroused my attention, and soon after I came here, I saw the 'Obsidian' again. It confirmed my conjecture, and now I suspect that the shadow left by the Abyss Project is stirring under the frost."

Abyss plan...

The muscles on Tirian's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and many memories rose and fell in his mind—some from half a century ago, and some from recent times.

The sudden news from his father was like a sharp knife, cutting through the curtain that had only been slightly lifted, and Tirian suddenly realized that what was happening was far from as simple as he imagined.

Not just a "No. 3 submersible", not just a dagger island, under the frosty deep sea... not only the Abyss Project is recovering.

"I'm afraid your suspicion is correct," he opened his mouth with a complicated expression, "There is really something wrong under Frost, and the Obsidian you encountered is not an exception... Did you know? Not long ago, The Frost authorities also salvaged something in the offshore area."

The voice in the ice was silent for a few seconds: "Looking at your expression, I think I can guess what it is."

"Yes, the No. 3 submersible, the eighth replica, has now been sent to a deserted island called 'Dagger Island' near Frost. The authorities have designated it as a military restricted area, and want to understand the origin of the replica. Secret," Tirian said, shaking his head, "and this is not the only news. Recently, there have been rumors of the resurrection of the dead in the Frost City-State. People suddenly appear on the streets of the city - but reports to the contrary say that they are just ordinary city-state residents, overwrought church guards hunting passers-by at random outside of curfew."

Tyrian shrugged.

"The information on Dagger Island is difficult to find out now because the news is blocked. I have some eyeliner on the situation of the Frost City-State. According to the reports from the eyeliner, there are indeed strange things happening in the city-state recently, and there are also strange faces coming in and out of the city. out, but the resurrection of the dead ... I don't think there is much credibility."

(Time to push the book, from "Interstellar Rescue After Returning to Hermitage" by Heiner Baitrit——Qin Ling always thought that he was an ordinary person, and only wanted to live a flat life, until he became the head of the interstellar rescue station. I have a premonition that my life will be wonderful. But there is still a problem to be solved: why do I have to build the spaceship myself?)