The perspective presented in the mirror seemed to be based on a window. Duncan felt like he was a person close to the window, observing the scene in the room through the glass. There was an unusually tall young woman in the room, and her profile looked somewhat familiar.

After a brief recollection, Duncan remembered where he had seen this face before - this was the prestigious inquisitor of Plande, Vanna Wayne!

She was featured in newspapers.

Why did he see this scene? Why did he suddenly see this believer of the Storm Goddess through a window? Some kind of secret connection? When was this connection established? Why did he suddenly sense this invisible "line" when he had never noticed it before?

Countless thoughts popped up in Duncan's mind in an instant, but the next second, his messy thoughts were interrupted by something he saw.

He saw clearly what the judge lady was reading in the mirror.

It was a document, written in a strict format, with the sacred symbol of the Storm Goddess printed on the paper. The first sentence was:

〖This is to inform all captains, priests and guides on the Infinite Sea that Anomaly 099 - the puppet coffin has been out of control in recent days. The most holy and wise have witnessed that the cursed object was lost in the storm. This abnormal out-of-control situation and its characteristics are now announced as follows...〗

Duncan's eyes widened slowly. He looked over Vanna's shoulder and saw the document that was written in a format that looked like a certain prayer, about the anomaly 099. He saw the dangerous curse with the power of beheading, the birthplace of the puppet coffin, and the relevant records of "Alice's Guillotine"...

In astonishment, he moved his eyes downward and saw the record of the White Oak's "attack" at the end of the document. However, the key part of the last sentence was blocked by the tall figure of the judge, and he could not see it clearly.

Duncan leaned back and forth in front of the mirror, and in his heart he kept muttering, "Move aside, move aside..."

Vanna in the lounge suddenly felt as if a breeze was blowing across her earlobe. She subconsciously looked to the side and saw that the window was slightly open, and the cold evening sea breeze blew in through the window.

The flames of several oil lamps in the room flickered. The soft light dispelled the malice that permeated the world as night fell, and also brought her an exceptional sense of security.

She put the document aside and turned to look at the regional bishop: "Put it away. The bishops of the city-state will definitely handle it carefully. This thing is very safe."

The regional bishop nodded, put away the documents, and turned on the light in the room. The light, brighter than an oil lamp, dispelled the darkness at the turn of day and night. "Are you going back to the Central Cathedral tonight?"

"Bishop Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss something," Vanna nodded slightly. "The city has been in turmoil recently. We may need to hold a large-scale prayer event to strengthen the cathedral's protection of the entire city."

As she spoke, she looked up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The light bulb installed in the chandelier made the room as bright as day. "...Oh, if only electric lights could also have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. It's so bright, and the lighting range is much better than that of flames..."

"Who says it isn't?" the regional bishop spread his hands. "It's a pity that electricity is not holy."

Vanna shook her head and said nothing. After saying goodbye to the regional bishop, she walked out of the lounge.

After Vanna left, an oil lamp near the window suddenly flickered slightly, and then returned to calm.

The scene in the mirror gradually dissipated, and after the green light film faded, the things in the captain's bedroom were reflected on the glass again.

Just now, when the judge turned her head, Duncan still saw the line at the end of the document clearly. To him, the most useful information in that line was just a few words:

[Anomaly 005 - Lost Homeland]

"The Lost Homeland is indeed classified as 'Anomaly'... and the number is so high." He returned to his desk and muttered to himself thoughtfully, but then he became a little confused, "Then again, how are these numbers arranged?"

Nina's textbook mentioned the numbers and names of many anomalies and visions, and also mentioned that this "list" and the rules behind the list originated from the ancient Kingdom of Crete. However, it was vague about how the numbers of those anomalies and visions were determined and by whom. It only said that the churches had the right to interpret and the obligation to publish, and mentioned that under normal circumstances, the closer the number is, the more bizarre, dangerous, or has a special historical status - Duncan didn't think about it at first, but now he suddenly had a question.

Are these numbers... arranged in the order of discovery?

If they were arranged in order of discovery, then the Lost Homeland, which has only a hundred years of history, would not have occupied such a high number. After all, there are many visions in the world that are older than the Lost Homeland. In theory, all the higher numbers must have been occupied long ago.

But if we arrange them by the degree of danger instead of the order of discovery, wouldn't these numbers have to change all the time? Every time a new anomaly or phenomenon is discovered, its danger value must be reassessed, and then the entire "ranking" must be corrected, which becomes a huge project and is extremely inconvenient to use.

Although the textbooks say that the degree of danger of anomalies and phenomena is not necessarily 100% positively correlated with their ranking, it is also clearly mentioned that in most cases, anomalies and phenomena with higher numbers are more dangerous and terrifying than those with lower numbers.

This raises a question that is worth thinking about: if the existing list of anomalies and phenomena is relatively stable and not easily changed, then the person who arranged it is like a prophet. When making the list, he must almost predict the "ranking" of every anomaly and phenomenon. Not only must he accurately assign positions to new anomalies and phenomena when they are discovered, but he must also leave "spaces" in the table in advance for powerful anomalies and phenomena that will appear in the future.

Duncan suddenly became suspicious of this "list" and the creators behind it when he saw the expression "Anomaly 005 - Lost Homeland", but he soon put these doubts aside.

Because there’s something more important right now than the rules behind the “Supernatural Rankings”—Alice.

That cursed doll from Xiemen actually has such a powerful background!

"I'm going out for a while."

Duncan said something casually to the pigeon on the table and walked out of the captain's bedroom.

The goat-head in the chart room heard the door move and immediately turned his head with a creak. After seeing Duncan, he said as a routine: "Last name..."

"Duncan Abnomer—never mind that, where is Alice?"

"Ah, great ship..." After confirming the name, Goat Head was about to babble a few words out of habit, but he was blocked by the captain after just a few words. His neck creaked in suffocation, and then he reacted, "Are you looking for Miss Alice? She may be counting her hair in her room..."

"Counting hairs?" Duncan was stunned. "What new problem has she developed... Forget it, I'll go there by myself, you just keep driving the boat."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the other party to respond. He turned around, opened the door, and left the captain's room in a hurry, leaving Goat Head staring at the door that had been closed again on the chart table.

"I haven't had time to say more..." After a long while, the goat-head finally responded, his tone was very depressed, "Has my ability to start a conversation weakened..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door leading to the captain's bedroom in the corner opened a crack, and the pigeon Ai swaggered out from the crack, flapping its wings and flying onto the table.

"Chatting for five dollars?" The pigeon tilted its head and blinked its little eyes.

"Okay, okay. As long as there's someone who can chat with me!" Goat Head suddenly became happy. Based on the principle that everyone on the ship is his own, he was not picky about who he communicated with. "What do you want to talk about? Can you really speak normally? I always feel like you..."

"Order some fries."

"Ah?" The goat-head was stunned. "No, I mean, you really realize that you..."

"Order some fries."

"...if you want to talk about cooking marine delicacies..."

"Order some fries."

"Can you say anything else?"

"Order some fries."

Goat Head: “…”

Duncan didn't pay attention to what happened in the captain's room after he left. He walked straight through the upper deck and soon came to the sailor's cabin below deck. After sorting out his thoughts in front of Alice's door, he reached out and knocked on the door: "Alice, it's me."

A stuttering voice soon came from inside the door: "Please... please... please come in..."

Duncan subconsciously raised his eyebrows when he heard the noise, then pushed the door open.

The doll in a Gothic long skirt sat in front of the table next to the bed, facing a dressing mirror on the table. She held her head with both hands, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall. The head turned its gaze over, and a smile gradually blossomed on its beautiful and delicate face: "Ship...Ship...Captain, late...late...late..."

Duncan: "Put your head back on."

"Boer."