Chapter 337 – Dolls and Hearses

Chapter 337 – The Doll and the Hearse

The world in Alice’s eyes seemed to have taken on a very different appearance from ordinary people from the very beginning – yet no one had realized this until today.

Not even Alice herself had discovered this matter.

Duncan learned from Vanna about the battle that took place in the alley, and Alice’s performance in that battle – from the time she detected the hidden enemy through the “floating threads”, to the time she turned an Annihilationist who was trying to escape into a shattered porcelain doll. Duncan was amazed by the whole thing.

Now, all eyes were on Ms. Doll, who had been dumbfounded the entire time.

“…… So you all can’t see the ‘strings’ ah …… “Alice even if she was slow, she also reacted to what was going on at this time, she scratched her head. What’s going on, she scratched her brain with an innocent look, “I thought it was common knowledge, after all, everyone has that stuff floating around their heads and limbs ……”

Duncan stared into Alice’s eyes with an extraordinarily serious expression, “Let me reconfirm that it’s everyone who has a ‘line’, right?”

“Yeah, everyone – but not you, Captain.” Alice replied immediately.

Duncan thought for a moment and asked again, “…… Is it my own body that doesn’t have one, or is it this body I’m in now as well?”

“Neither does this body you are in now,” Alice answered honestly, adding immediately afterward, “Neither does the body you had in Prender ……”

Duncan nodded softly, thoughts racing through his mind, conjectures rising and falling.

In Alice’s eyes, there are floating “threads” on the bodies of people all over the world, but not on his own body, and the body he occupies doesn’t have …… So, this so-called “thread” is not connected to a body of flesh and blood. So, this so-called “thread” is not connected to the flesh and blood body, but symbolizes something more essential? Is it a soul? Or a personality?
What about her ability to easily “catch” the threads on other people’s bodies and use them to bind or attack her opponents when she’s close enough? Was it something she had from the beginning as an Anomaly 099 but never showed, or was it a mutation that occurred after she became a member of the Lost Country?

Duncan’s side pondered, his eyes never left Alice’s face, finally even this sluggish mannequin felt awkward, she subconsciously twisted her neck, “Captain …… you keep staring at me …… I’m weirdly nervous. ”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Duncan instantly responded, blinking to make his sight less pressure-filled, then thoughtfully turned his head to Vanna next to him, “As far as I know, Alice’s current ‘official name’ ‘ has been changed to Abnormal 099-Doll, correct?”

“Yes, her original name was Doll Haven,” Vanna immediately nodded, while already guessing what Duncan meant, “Are you trying to say that Alice’s power is also related to this change?”

“Perhaps …… the Hearse and the Doll have represented different powers from the beginning, the former is a symbol of death and thus possesses the simple and brutal ability of decapitation, while the latter is the manipulation of things in human form, which is exactly in line with the ‘Doll’ positioning,” Duncan said unhurriedly, “It’s just that the previous Alice belonged to the ‘contents’ of the Hearse, so the ‘combination’ of Abnormality 099 completely presented the Hearse’s characteristics, and now that the …… doll has become the ‘main part’ in Anomaly 099, her original abilities have been released.”

“The Hearse and the Mannequin have separate powers ……” Morris, who had never said anything, muttered softly from the side, “That’s quite a possible speculation.”

Duncan, on the other hand, was more than a little emotional in his mind.

All along, he had thought that Anomaly 099’s power had disappeared – after Alice’s crate had been “transformed”, she had been nothing more than a somewhat bizarre cursed mannequin that could move and think, and was a vegetable, a wimp, and a fool, but he hadn’t expected her to show her true self today. I didn’t expect her to show such a weird ability today, how can I put it ……?

It’s really worthy of the number within a hundred digits – although it’s still a vegetable when placed on the Lost Country.

Alice, on the other hand, obviously didn’t have that many thoughts, she just kept turning her eyes around as Duncan and the others talked, looking at this and that, and after a long while she barely managed to figure out some of the status quo, but her face showed a somewhat uneasy look as she cautiously cast her eyes, “…… Captain, did I did something bad?”

“No, a good thing,” Duncan immediately shook his head, “You were brave and defended yourself well, cultists are never innocent.”

“So ……” Alice thought again and raised her hand to gesture, “So are my powers bad?”

Duncan looked at the figure silently for a long moment before a small smile suddenly appeared on his face, “It is a good thing.”

Alice seemed a little confused.

“You can control it, right?” Duncan asked.

“Can,” Alice waved her hand, “It’s simple.”

“So it’s a good thing,” Duncan said with a smile, “having power is never a bad thing – it’s losing control that’s trouble. Now you can help me even more, Alice.”

The doll lady finally smiled, showing an extraordinarily happy look as she shifted from side to side there, “That’s great, I thought things were bad when I saw how serious everyone was all of a sudden ……”

Duncan just reached out and gently pressed Alice’s hair. She was swaying a little too much and her head was already falling off.

Meanwhile, the thoughts in his mind did not calm down.

Even though he knew Alice’s current ability, and had roughly deduced that “the doll and the hearse each had their own symbols”, it didn’t mean that all the mysteries were solved, on the contrary, it only made him realize that the doll in front of him was hiding more secrets.

The time he had spent with Alice was already not short, and it was because of this time spent together that he had gotten used to this mannequin’s noisiness on the ship, used to her running around in front of him all day long but in a harmless manner – he had almost forgotten that this mannequin was first and foremost an anomaly of the number 099 before she became the cook on the Lost Country ship, the a bizarre thing that surfaced from this cold, deep sea after the death of the Frost Queen.

In a sense, she and those weird and twisted “replicas” are actually of the same origin.

But she was different from all the other replicas that had appeared so far – and there couldn’t be no reason behind that.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the words of the Annihilationist who had appeared after the explosion of the Sea Petrel.

“If it wasn’t for that Queen ……”

Duncan shook his head, temporarily suppressing the tumultuous thoughts in his mind, and looked up at Vanna.

“Tonight’s situation suggests one thing, the ‘replicas’ in the city are indeed the work of those Annihilationists, and that those cultists are not only operating in the shadows, but also keeping a secret eye on the replicas they have released into the city- -This observation is very much like collecting some kind of data.”

“In my experience, this is preparation for a larger operation, the replicas in the city today are just the beginning, and the erosion on Dagger Isle is likely just another, larger testing ground,” Vanna nodded, “They have also attempted to transport the contamination from Dagger Isle to Frostbourne, and while that action was stopped, but it already indicates that they’ve reached some very critical stage in their operations.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll strike – but first I need to know which gutter they’re hiding in,” Duncan said casually, “there’s no point in killing a few worshippers or clerics, or even trashing a few rally points, as Prand’s experience proves that.”

As he spoke, he lifted his eyes, and between the gaps in his bandages, his gaze cast through the dirty window beside him to the scaled spires and eaves of the Frost.

“…… Where are you hiding?”

The wind picked up, and a second snow began to fall, a flurry of snowflakes drifting down through the night, making the distant streets as hazy as if they were hidden in fog.

This snow fell almost all night, until the sun rose, the afterglow of the World’s Creation dissipated in the sunlight, and the golden-red haze roamed along the streets into the city, and the flurry of snowflakes only gradually stopped.

The heavy, stately iron gates of the cemetery creaked open, and the old caretaker, clad in a thick coat, hung the hooks used to secure the gates on the fence and glanced at the streets in the direction of the city.

Everything in sight was covered with a thick layer of snow, and the streets in the distance blurred their outlines and boundaries under the thick snow cover, becoming white.

The steam pipes over the neighborhoods were smoking white, heat from the steam cores was being channeled to key nodes everywhere to melt the snow and ice from the pipe hubs and power stations, and the large snow removal machines were out, the big guys with the rolling white smoke and low rumbling roar rumbling through the streets, clearing out the important traffic lanes.

Since the visitor had left, peace had returned to the cemetery, and nothing out of the ordinary had disturbed the dead any longer, yet neither the caretakers of the cemetery nor the guards sent by the church had relaxed after that.

In the latter part of the night, a “message” was sent to the caretaker’s hut through a high-pressure steam pipe, from the city hall, with a strange content – a request to all the transcendental guards in the city to raise their vigilance, without specifying what exactly they were supposed to be on the lookout for.

Agatha seemed to have received some information shortly after that, and she sent a team to Fireplace Street, where the guardsmen have not yet returned.

The latter part of the night was very windy and snowy, and both the howling wind and the flurry of snowflakes seemed to portend something.

The old watchman tightened his coat.

“This damned weather ……”

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