Chapter 793 Alice's "Liberation"

When Duncan and Vanna came to the stern bridge of the ship, Miss Doll was squatting next to the rudder, huddled with a pile of ropes and barrels and muttering. Duncan came closer and listened secretly for a while, and found that it was a human being. I'm giving psychological counseling to Tongzi.

The main content of the guidance is "Although I don't know how to sail, don't panic. After all, I don't know much about sailing, because I said I can't sail."

Duncan thought it was a mistake to leave the figure alone on the bridge, and now he felt that the whole ship was tense.

At this moment, Alice finally noticed Duncan standing aside. The doll quickly stood up from among the pile of barrels and ropes, waving happily: "Captain! You are finally here!"

"Well," Duncan nodded simply with a sullen face, looking at the puppet while ignoring the surrounding objects that were moving off the platform in various weird ways with a serious look on his face, "Why, it still feels very good. nervous?"

"A bit," Alice nodded a little cautiously, but then a smile appeared in her eyes, "But it's much better now! I just chatted with my friends and found that they are also quite nervous, so I am not so nervous anymore... …”

Fanna looked at the doll with strange eyes: "...Do you know why they are nervous?"

"I don't know," Alice raised her head, looking confident, "They didn't tell me, but they said they would stay optimistic."

Vanna was dumbfounded, while Duncan sighed with an expression he was used to, and then waved his hand to the puppet: "Don't think so much, don't worry, Goat Head and I will monitor the situation on the ship throughout the whole process. We said we would let you take the helm. But it’s just to complete a ‘symbolic’ process. Remember what I told you before?”

Hearing the captain talking about business, the expression on Alice's face finally became serious. She quickly recalled her experience with the captain in the "Alice Mansion" and recalled the weird black mist hall where she was. The feeling in my heart when I held the "drawing board" in my hand, and then nodded to the captain with a serious face: "I remember it all, you asked me to remember that feeling... When you hold the steering wheel, imagine it as Your own 'drawing board', 'tell' all the information in your memory, right?"

"This is a plan based on the feedback from the Lost Home when the Mariner was at the helm." Duncan nodded slightly, "But now we are not sure whether the Lost Home can 'understand' the instructions you gave. After all, you It’s not the same thing as the route recorded by ‘Mariner’.”

"Yeah, I understand," Alice nodded repeatedly, "So we need to do a test first, right? After confirming that I can really establish contact with this ship, we can really leave this place."

Duncan nodded silently, and as he brought Vanna to the edge of the bridge, he checked the status of the Lost Home again, and communicated with the slightly restless "consciousness" of the ship in his heart, waiting for confirmation of the Lost Home. After he was ready, he nodded slightly to the puppet next to the rudder: "You can start, Alice."

Alice's expression was tense. She took a half step forward and took a deep breath. However, the doll did not need to breathe, so she just imitated the action of others taking a deep breath to hint at calming down.

The dark rudder stood quietly in front of her, silently confronting her.

The doll thought about it and still felt that this was an incredible thing - although she was not very smart, she usually thought about many things, and in her wildest imagination, she had never assumed such a thing. Scene: She stands in this place, trying to touch the steering wheel of the Lost Home like a captain.

But this is what the captain asked her to do, and what the captain said must be right.

Alice was nervous and fearful, but she never had any doubts - she reached out her hand without any doubt and grasped the steering wheel, which was as dark as night and seemed to be particularly heavy.

At this moment, the world in the doll's eyes... turned upside down.

Alice opened her "eyes" wide, and she clearly felt that she had lost all awareness of her body.

She lost her body... no, she now has another "body".

She felt that she was floating on the sea, surrounded by chaotic mist, the cold and calm water soaked every inch of her hull, the dim skylight illuminated her deck, and the invisible sails were curled in the spiritual world, waiting to set sail. instructions.

She became the Lost Home, she was the ship itself, she was its rudder, its sails, its decks and cables—endless threads wrapped around the ship like strings for a puppet. , just like human nerves, like countless thoughts flowing in the mind.

She was surprised to feel the changes in her "body" and the close connection between those "threads" and herself. Suddenly, she seemed to understand something that she had always ignored:

Homeless has a soul.

Then of course it's wired.

It's just that it has been hiding its "line" - until now, with the permission of the captain, it saw the "line" on the ship.

Alice became happy, and her consciousness began to flow in this huge new body, "running around" with complete novelty. She found that there were still many areas on the ship that she could not feel or see through. It included the captain's bedroom and part of the structure at the bottom of the ship, but even after removing these parts, she discovered many secrets on the ship that she had never seen before - some rooms that she had not "explored" and some locked cabins. , some corridors and mezzanines known only to the captain...

But suddenly, Alice's happily flowing consciousness felt an oncoming resistance. In the illusory roar, she stopped in this "boat-like network" woven by countless thin threads. There was something She was hit head-on and stopped - maybe two things.

The doll stopped blankly, and deep in the dim space woven by countless thin threads, she saw a...goat head.

The goat's head was floating somewhere, looking at her with a confused expression.

She also looked at the goat head with a confused expression.

"What the hell!?" After a few seconds of confrontation, the phantom-like translucent goat head floating out of thin air finally let out a strange cry.

"Mr. Goathead!" Alice became happy and wanted to raise her hand to greet him as usual, but suddenly remembered that she was just a simple consciousness wandering in a new body, so she used a loud voice to say hello. He yelled, "The captain let me take the helm!"

"I know you are at the helm," the goat head looked at the puppet with a confused expression. He was monitoring the situation of the entire ship as usual, but he never expected that the "spirit" of the Lost Home would suddenly appear. There was a "thing" running around, and he glanced curiously, then bumped into this ignorant and reckless doll, "But why are you here?"

"I don't know," Alice said confidently, "Isn't that what being at the helm is like? And why are you here?"

"...I have been with this ship for a century. Why do you think I am here?" The goat head suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the puppet in front of it, which seemed to be a ball of phantom light in its perception. , "And who told you that this is how it is to be at the helm? People at the helm usually don't put their souls into the soul of the ship! And you are running rampant, and you are not afraid of hitting people..."

Alice was stunned for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to her mind: "Under normal circumstances, would you bump into someone in the 'soul' of the ship?"

Goat head: "..."

"But I did bump into someone." Before the goat head could react, Alice immediately changed the subject and said with an awkward smile, "And why do I feel like it wasn't just you who bumped into me... I felt like there was a dark shadow passing by..."

Halfway through her muttering, she suddenly heard a weak and resentful voice coming from the void: "It's me..."

Alice was startled, and saw that the dark chaos around her was indeed scattered with irregular and strange shadows one after another. Those shadows seemed to be scattered fragments floating among countless threads and the hazy shadow of the Lost Home. Deep in the depths, a moment later, the largest fragment suddenly squirmed, and then many large and small shadows began to quickly gather and reshape.

A human figure stood up from the shadows - Agatha adjusted her adventurer's coat, rubbed her face again, making herself human-like, and then stared at the doll.

"You just ran over me! Knocked me to pieces!" The always good-tempered lady gatekeeper rarely felt so resentful. "Are you so reckless?"

Alice looked at Agatha for a moment, and then turned to look at the goat head next to her. Finally, after the captain, she became the second person on the ship to know that the "first mate" and "lookout" were usually weird and colorful. Life status of the crew.

Now that things have come to this, she decided to have fun first: "...hehe."

Goathead and Agatha lost their temper instantly.

Then their attention was focused on Alice.

"Your current state... is incredible." Agatha looked up and down at the doll that had become "part" of the Lost Home. With the professionalism of a former gatekeeper, she carefully observed Alice's "mind." "Phantom", "So, is this your 'essential' appearance? Or... something closer to your essence?"

Alice thought for a while: "What do you mean?"

"...It means that your usual body has been suppressing and constraining you, but now the more powerful 'carrier' of the Lost Home allows you to gain a certain degree of 'freedom'," Agatha said to Alice. He was already used to the appearance, so he was very patient when explaining, "Don't you feel it?"

Alice finally understood. The hazy light that looked like her was floating in the void, and she made a happy voice: "Yes, it feels light and comfortable, but I always feel..."

"Always feel that?" Goat Head and Agatha said in unison.

"I always feel like...there's something wrong," Alice stopped hesitantly and slowly raised her "head" while muttering, "This is not my body, that... is."

The goat head and Agatha were stunned for a moment, and then turned their gazes upward in unison.

A fragmented illusion far larger than the hazy phantom of the Lost Home has been hanging upside down over this chaos for some time.

"...fuck!"