The "coffin" is back.

On the stern deck of the Lost Country, Duncan looked at the gorgeous wooden box lying quietly in front of him with expressionless expression. Water droplets on the edge of the wooden box fell at his feet drop by drop, confirming that his memory of throwing the wooden box into the sea before was not false, and confirming that this thing was indeed floating in the sea not long ago.

Such a strange situation was enough to make people feel cold in their hearts, but for some reason, Duncan's mood was calmer than he thought.

Perhaps it was because he was on this extremely weird ghost ship, perhaps because he had experienced a thrilling "spiritual drift" and a ship collision not long ago, or perhaps because he had been dealing with a similarly weird goat head for several days, Duncan seemed to have become immune to the bizarre and weird supernatural phenomena in this world.

In fact, when he threw this "cursed doll" into the sea last time, he vaguely guessed that things would not end so simply.

He lowered his head and found that the iron nails and the chains that had been nailed around the coffin had disappeared. Then he bent down and pried open the lid of the "coffin" with the pirate sword in his hand again.

The gorgeous Goth doll still lie quietly in the center of the red velvet liner, with hands overlapping, quiet and elegant.

But this time Duncan clearly noticed that the corner of the other party's skirt seemed to have traces of being wet by sea water - a slight smell of sea fish came from the inside of the coffin lid.

Up to now, this strange doll seems to have no other extraordinary or dangerous actions besides going back and returning again and again, but just "going back and returning" has become a standard attribute of "cursed items".

Duncan looked at the doll expressionlessly for a while, and suddenly broke the silence with a smile: "I suddenly want to satisfy my curiosity..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the cabin entrance not far away, leaving the doll on the deck with confidence.

——Although personally, he was very alert to the doll and did not want to leave the other person beside him, based on his understanding of the Lost Country and the goat head, he knew that there would be no big problem to put the doll on the deck for the time being. Even if she suddenly started to hurt people, the many "living things" on the ship were enough to deal with it.

And he has to do some "preparation" during this period.

Duncan walked through the stern deck, opened the wooden door leading to the lower deck, stepped on the wooden stairs that had been around for many years, and came to the cabin below the deck with a familiarity. This was the "upper cabin" in the cabin, and the place where artillery was placed - the old-style front-mounted cannons lie quietly on both sides of the cabin, with moldy and black wooden boards covering the shooting port next to it, and the black powder barrels and solid iron ball-like shells were piled between the gun positions, which seemed to have been piled up for a century.

Duncan glanced at these things that looked quite old at first glance, and suddenly thought of something in his mind—

On this ship, he did not see the second "person" figure besides himself, so who is controlling these artillery?

Could it be that just like the Hunting Crown itself, these artillery can be loaded and fired by themselves?

So what about the freshwater cabin on the boat? It is also replenished by itself? What about the damaged area? It is also repaired by itself? Or... does this ship really have the concept of "damage"?

The questions in my heart emerged one by one, but I couldn't think of where to explain them.

Duncan knew very well that he knew too little about this ship. Although he had explored here to a certain extent in the past few days, he only had a rough understanding of its upper structure. The deeper areas were far more weird and more fearful than the upper layer. In addition, he had always hoped to leave his "single apartment" and return to the normal world on Earth, and did not focus on the main energy on the Lost Country, which led to his lack of motivation for his actions on "here".

But now, he suddenly became more curious about the ship, or... has a greater sense of "control".

This is his ship, and he deserves to know about this "Lost Country".

This may also be the change that occurs after holding the steering wheel.

Duncan shook his head, put his follow-up exploration plan in his heart for the time being, and then came to the place where the shells were piled up...

After a moment, Duncan, holding several cast iron shells, returned to the stern deck, as he thought - the cursed doll in the coffin was still lying honestly in the wooden box.

"Did she have any movement just now?"

"Not at all," the voice of the goat's head came immediately. It seemed that it had been holding it in for too long, and it crackled as soon as it opened. "This lady is as quiet as her. You should trust my judgment. She is gentle and harmless to you. Since she has returned to the ship again and again, it may mean that there is some connection between her and her coffin and the Lost Country. A great gardener once..."

"Shut up."

"oh."

Duncan stared at the doll in the coffin expressionlessly.

I don't know if she really can't act, or if she's still pretending to be asleep - Duncan doesn't care about it anyway.

He wants to satisfy his curiosity.

The solid iron ball-like cast iron shells are particularly heavy. When executing the traitors on the ship, tying up such shells is enough to make even the most experienced sailors bury themselves in the belly of fish.

Duncan put four into the coffin—and then returned to the cabin and moved the other four.

Eight shells filled almost all the remaining space in the wooden box. The gorgeous and elegant Goth doll is now surrounded by a circle of shells, and it looks...it is very virtuous.

Elegance is not very elegant anymore, evil is really evil.

Duncan sealed the lid of the coffin again and then pushed the wooden box to the edge of the deck with great effort. Even with his current physical strength, it was not easy to complete this operation.

Finally, he kicked the coffin into the sea.

The heavy sound of falling into the water came, and the gorgeous wooden box went straight into the water and sank straight down.

Duncan still stood quietly on the edge of the deck, watching the place where the wooden box fell into the water, and did not move for a long time.

The voice of the goat's head came into his mind: "Captain, have you regretted it? If you regret throwing away this trophy, the Lost Country can try to use the anchor and scoop up the box. Although this is not the correct use of the anchor, the anchor says it can be tried..."

"Shut up."

"But I see you've been standing on the edge of the deck for a long time..."

"Shut up."

"oh."

Duncan breathed softly.

In front of the dog-legged goat head, he couldn't admit that he had a headache on his toes.

So he was hurt by the deck for several minutes, trying hard to maintain the seriousness that a majestic captain should have throughout the whole process. In the end, he was a little doubtful if he looked like a wife-looking stone before finally recovering, and then slowly returned to the upper cabin under the deck.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, Duncan suddenly walked to the stern of the upper cabin and opened the observation window between the two tail cannons, focusing on the movements on the sea.

The goat head was quiet for not long, and at this time I couldn't help it: "Captain, you are..."

Duncan stared at the sea with all his attention and replied without raising his head: "I'm cursed how that 'cursed doll' came back."

"Uh...because she is a curse doll?"

"...I appreciate your attitude of not seeking deep understanding, but I think that even if it is a curse doll, there must be some process when she returns to the ship. She wants to pretend that she is 'dead', but she returns to the ship again and again. I think there must be a reason in the middle, and the other party must have communication skills... But now she refuses to communicate, so I can only find a way to grasp her movement rules and forcefully establish communication with that guy."

Listening to Duncan's explanation, the goat head was silent for two seconds, and suddenly asked tentatively: "Captain, you seem... your interest suddenly becomes higher? Ah, this is a good phenomenon! Since you woke up last time, you have been in a bad mood and seem to have lost interest in many things. Your loyal first and second mates are... "

"Shut up."

"oh."

After the goat's head calmed down, Duncan was still focusing on the movements on the sea, and in his sight, the sea surface in the stern direction was only calm.

The "coffin" seemed to have really sunk into the deep sea and no longer appeared.

But with the experience of the first two times, Duncan was particularly patient this time. He silently calculated the time, waited silently, observed silently, and let time flow.

He seemed to have not noticed it himself, and he was actively looking forward to the doll reappearing.

Then, a small black shadow really appeared in his vision.

During a wave of ups and downs, the black shadow rushed into Duncan's eyes. It was a beautiful wooden box that broke through the sea like a lonely boat in the wind and waves. The beautiful Goth doll was standing in the wooden box, holding her gorgeous coffin lid in a very imposing position, and rushing forward with a bow left and right in the wind and waves.

A Goth doll standing in a coffin waving the lid of the coffin rides the wind and waves.

Elegance is not very elegant, it is really even more evil than eight shells.

Duncan was shocked.

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