Chapter 102 The Cosmopolitan Alice
Chapter 102 The Cosmopolitan Alice
Duncan looked at Alice expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a retard.
The echoes of history in his mind had not completely dissipated, and the calm and penetrating gaze of the Queen of Frost half a century ago was still in his mind – but this residual image that should have caused mixed thoughts now disliked Alice, a retarded doll, and not only disliked it, but also disliked it when she ” Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo Boo” pulled her head out of the motion. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo “Gradually in the movement of the plucked head it is going to look like a harmonic door.
After watching this for half a day, Duncan finally couldn’t help himself, “…… What are you doing?”
“Ah! Captain!” Alice then reacted as an afterthought and hurriedly looked at Duncan with one hand on her head, “Oh, I always feel like there are a few hairs caught inside my neck joints ……”
Duncan’s face was expressionless, “Two more plucks from you and it’s time to name the new hair again.”
“I’ve already named them! They’ll be called the Williams if they fall out ……”
It took a great deal of effort for Duncan to control his expression and refrain from throwing the mannequin out of the cabin.
It took a few seconds before he let out a long sigh and his mind calmed down.
To be fair, Alice’s appearance did bring a bit of joyful atmosphere to the deadly Lost Country ship, but sometimes it was just too much joy …… Even Goathead couldn’t keep up with the doll at times, and Duncan couldn’t figure out what kind of structure was in the guy’s brain most of the time.
Maybe it was solid.
Duncan s eyes swept over Alice, his mind could not help but recall again the …… “residual sound” he had seen in that dark space before, his expression serious, the details seen in that residual sound made him frown slightly.
He can be sure, that is the legend of half a century ago by the rebels executed Frost Queen Lei Nora, is about the anomaly 099 background information mentioned, Alice this doll “prototype”, he saw the “execution” scene, and the opportunity, undoubtedly is from the immediate past. He had seen the scene of the “execution”, and there was no doubt that the opportunity to do so had originated from the “Doll Hearse” in front of him.
The fire of the spirit body established a connection between him and the casket.
But what is the essence of those images? Was the “casket” consciously telling him something? Were they passively recorded “images”? Were they memories of anomalies 099? Was it a real piece of history, or was it an “illusion” that had been distorted and corrected to a certain extent?
In his mind’s eye, he recalled the calm gaze of the young queen as she looked at him, and recalled the other party’s soft plea…
“Whoever you are, please don’t pollute history.”
To whom had that been said? Was it really addressed to himself? Did those words really transcend time and space? Or was it just an illusion created by the hearse reacting to his visit? Moreover, after the queen finished her sentence, there was a slightly frightened voice under the guillotine asking who she was talking to. ……
This succession of reactions is so real, even so real that it makes people shudder.
As for the last of the “residual sound”, those voices in the darkness, also make Duncan extraordinarily concerned.
The Frost Queen was executed by the rebels, and one of her “crimes” was “attempting to bring the Lost Country into the real world” and “building a second Lost Country”. The “Subterranean Abyss” program seems to be the cause of the queen’s defection,……, but he has never heard the goat head mention these things!
The goat head often recited to him some of the “great deeds of the Lost Country”, such as how many ships it had devoured on which route, and what a great commotion it had caused in which city-state, although eight out of ten of his words were not very reliable, but if there was really a city-state ruler who had colluded with the Lost Country, then he would not have been able to tell him about it. collusion”, then he would have definitely said so a long time ago – that bastard had to make up 3,000 words hard even if he had nothing to do, let alone such a big matter!
Unless …… this whole thing is a fake and just a made up charge by the rebels against the Queen.
“Captain? Are you all right, Captain?”
Alice’s voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Duncan’s rambling thoughts.
Duncan gently exhaled, forcing down the chaotic thoughts in his mind, he glanced at Alice, wanting to find a little bit of “Frost Queen Rae Nora” from this guy, but quickly shook his head, “It’s fine, I just saw a little bit of ‘record’ kept in the hearse. ‘record’.”
“Records?” Alice’s eyes widened in curiosity, “What kind of record?”
“A scene of the Frost Queen’s beheading half a century ago,” Duncan said lightly, “I saw her – exactly like you, indeed.”
Alice immediately subconsciously touched her neck, the doll lady didn’t know whether to feel nervous or to feel that the matter was plainly uninteresting, and struggled for half a day before finally stifling her words, “Can it be that I really am that Frost Queen? After being decapitated, I didn’t die, but was instead affected by the transcendent power and turned into my current appearance?”
Duncan thought for half a day and honestly said, “If you don’t speak, don’t move around, and just lie quietly in this box, I would really think so.”
Alice reacted for a moment, not responding.
However, she quickly put this point of doubt behind her, and turned to look at her own “casket” very seriously: “Then, after you burned it with …… ‘fire’, did it change? I’m not sure if it’s a good idea, but I’m sure it’s a good idea. Did you succeed in controlling it?”
Only then did Duncan refocus his attention on the wooden box, and carefully perceived the remaining connection between himself and the box.
The fire had faded, yet the traces it had left lingered. In his intangible senses, he could clearly “see” the imprint he had left on the casket, and feel the inextricable connection between himself and it, similar to the connection he had with the mutated sun emblem, yet more complex and subtle.
Putting aside the great mystery that the information recorded in the casket had brought to him, he had indeed succeeded in establishing a connection with it, but unlike the simple structure of the sun emblem, he had no idea how to control the casket.
He didn’t even feel that there was a “control” option for this thing.
He could only be sure of one thing: the casket was now very peaceful and …… “tame”.
After the flames, it seemed to have been completely “domesticated”, as if it were part of the …… Lost Country.
“I’m not sure, perhaps we need to run further tests to see if it’s safe, and then more tests to determine if the ‘decapitation’ effect originated from the casket or from you,” Duncan shook his head. “But from what I’ve sensed so far, it’s very ‘submissive’ right now, just like the other items on the Lost Country ……”
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the mannequin beside him.
“The key now is you – do you feel anything out of the ordinary?”
Alice pointed at herself curiously, “Me? I don’t have any, why do you ask?”
“You and your casket were meant to be one, you add up to ‘anomaly 099’, and now that I’ve usurped the casket’s authority with the flames, you, the mannequin, might be affected in some way,” Duncan looked at Alice seriously, knowing that the mannequin was slow to react, and was just gradually getting used to putting words into her mouth, “Move your body, tell me if anything is wrong.”
Alice then reacted as an afterthought and hurriedly got up and examined herself, she ran around the room twice, jumped in place again, and finally returned to the wooden crate and hooked her finger towards her crate.
The crate didn’t budge.
“It …… it it’s not listening!” Alice exclaimed, finally realizing the big problem, “Originally it floated whenever I ordered it to!”
Duncan’s mind reeled – he did seem to sense some response from the hearse as Alice ticked her fingers at the crate, but ……
The casket was waiting for his command.
His eyebrows jumped a little, suddenly a little embarrassed, “Maybe …… it’s because after being exposed to the fire of the Spirit Body, this casket already sees me as a higher level ‘master’.”
Alice stared dumbfounded at the captain in front of her, followed by a meaty expression of resignation.
“But it’s alright, I can remove my own restrictions on it,” Duncan felt instantly more embarrassed at the very sight of the figure’s aggrieved, baring expression, and hurriedly waved his hand, “It will still obey your commands.”
Alice froze, and twisted her head to hook her finger at her crate again – this time, she finally saw it respond to her commands again, as it always did.
Ms. Doll burst out laughing, and immediately after letting the crate fall back to the ground, she pounced on it and hugged its lid, “That’s great! I thought you’d never listen again!”
Duncan with a subtle face looked at the doll lady whose emotions quickly finished switching, holding back for a long time before emerging a sentence, “Sometimes …… I really envy you this open-minded attitude towards life.”
Alice was stunned after hearing the captain’s words, and reacted for half a day before failing to react again ……
“Never mind, it’s good that you’re happy,” Duncan sighed, “Are you sure there’s nothing wrong with you?”
“No,” Alice looked down at herself, “there’s nothing uncomfortable at all, and …… instead it feels as if it’s better than before?”
“Better than before?”
“I can’t say, I just feel …… relaxed in my body? And a feeling of solidity and peace of mind?” Alice thought for a moment, trying to find the words to describe her feelings, “It’s kind of like that reassuring feeling I used to get when I was lying in the box, but now that I’m standing outside the box, I feel just as reassuring ……”
The mannequin thought as she spoke, and in the end, without waiting for Duncan to help her analyze it, she herself had already waved her hand rather expansively, “It doesn’t matter, it’s not a bad thing anyway!”
(End of chapter)