Noticing the seriousness in Duncan's words, Vanna subconsciously generated many associations and guesses in her mind—but in the next second, she forcibly controlled her thoughts and nodded solemnly with Morris.

Controlling one's curiosity is a fundamental rule for survival in this world.

Confirming that Morris and Vanna had realized the seriousness of the matter, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded to Alice, who was beside him: "Clean up the mess on the table. Don't dump it into the sea; just burn it."

Watching Alice neatly cleaning up the mess on the table, Duncan sat back in his chair, his mind still recalling the scenes he had seen in "that strange dark space," and pondering the information revealed in those "conversations."

At the same time, he was also thinking about how to re-establish contact with that dark space.

The handwritten copy cannot bear the impact of "truth"... then where would the original of this "Book of Blasphemy" be? If he could get the original, would he be able to establish a stable connection with that strange dark space? Or... are there other transcendent items that could achieve a similar effect?

Duncan recalled his experience of falling asleep on the Vanishing Boat before and accidentally entering another Vanishing Boat in the subspace—behind the captain's cabin door of the other Vanishing Boat was that strange dark space.

So he boldly guessed: the "dark space" itself should be a real "place" existing in the subspace, and establishing a connection with it requires certain media and techniques. The handwritten copy brought by Morris helped him establish this connection, but... it is not necessarily the only available "medium." If he could find a way to go to "the other Vanishing Boat" again, that might work too.

A way... subspace?

Duncan frowned and immediately restrained the thought that was "spreading" in this direction.

Because he couldn't be sure whether this thought was his own or was "released" to him by the subspace.

But one thing is very clear.

He needed more "samples"—whether it was the golden mask of the Sun Cultists, the blasphemy book copy of the Annihilation Cultists, or whatever the Finality Evangelists had in their hands, it would all help him understand the truth of this world.

Thinking of this, Duncan immediately looked up at Morris and Vanna opposite him: "Do you know where I can get more similar items? I mean, like this 'Book of Blasphemy,' items used by cultists to hold major rituals and preach."

"You want more?" Morris was taken aback, then thought seriously for a moment and shook his head, "This... I'm afraid it's difficult. Although the Orthodox Church and the city-state authorities often seize some cult items, under normal circumstances, after necessary identification and research, these things will be destroyed, no matter how special or valuable they are."

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "Destroyed directly? No samples left?"

"No samples left, only data left," Vanna answered him. In the relevant field, this inquisitor was obviously more professional than Morris. "Some particularly dangerous things will not even have data left, only some descriptive texts that have been 'translated' and 'safely embellished,' and they must be kept in a special archive," or even only kept in the memory of certain 'keepers of secrets.'"

Speaking of this, she paused and further explained: "Because truly powerful cult items basically possess equal danger and pollution, and they directly point to 'heretical deities.' This danger and pollution will gradually increase over time, and we often cannot predict how much harm they can cause, so the safest way is not to leave samples. And..."

"And people's hearts are unpredictable, not to mention that even the strongest guardians have times when they expose their weaknesses," Morris saw Vanna's hesitation and took over the topic, "Guards who guard blasphemous items will be bewitched and will change imperceptibly. Sometimes they don't even know that they have fallen—in 1666, a saint of Moko City-State conversed with a forbidden book he was guarding in a hallucination, causing the book to come to life, which eventually led to the tragic death of dozens of people. Since then, various city-states have stopped keeping samples of seized heretical items."

Vanna sighed: "In some ways, heretical items are more dangerous than anomalies—because no matter how high-ranking an anomaly is, as long as you master the rules of sealing, it can be controlled and even used, but heretical things... sometimes even they don't know what will come out of them."

"Alright," Duncan rubbed his forehead, "It seems I can't expect to get samples from the city-states... I still have to find wild cultists to kill on the spot."

Hearing the captain's words, the corner of Vanna's mouth twitched subconsciously, then she hesitated for a moment: "If you are really interested, I can try to borrow some information from the cathedral. Although the corresponding items have been destroyed, there are still safe research materials."

"If you can, please find some information for me," Duncan nodded and said.

However, he felt that this information would not be of much help to him—because what he wanted was not information, but to find a suitable "medium" from those heretical items.

The Book of Blasphemy had already proved one thing: the same transcendent item might appear in a different "posture" in his eyes and in the eyes of ordinary people. The knowledge recorded by the scholars of the Orthodox Church would mostly be useless to him.

But anyway, it's never bad to increase some knowledge in the field of transcendence.

Just then, a noisy sound from outside the captain's cabin suddenly interrupted the communication between Duncan and Vanna.

It sounded like Sherry and A Gou were making a racket all the way.

Duncan frowned: "Open the door."

Alice immediately ran over to open the door of the captain's cabin, and then saw Sherry and A Gou, who happened to be running to the door, "Hey, don't make a lot of noise on the ship..."

"Hey, I know, I know, but there's something important!" Sherry shouted at the door, her petite body squeezed in directly from beside Alice, "Captain, Captain! A Gou is possessed! It said it saw some very evil things!"

"A Gou... possessed?" Duncan looked at the Gloomhound being dragged in with a puzzled look on his face, "How can a Gloom Demon be possessed?"

Morris and Vanna next to him also had an expression of "What kind of evil can you, an evil thing, be possessed by." But A Gou, who was dragged in, suddenly stood up, looking really nervous and horrified: "Really, I saw that thing twice in a row! It suddenly popped up in my mind when I was reading, staring directly in the consciousness..."

"When reading?" Duncan frowned as soon as he heard this, "What's so strange about this? Doesn't this often happen on the ship? Nina burns several when doing her homework..."

"Not my old buddies!" A Gou shook its huge dog head, looking a little anxious, "It's not the shadows of the spirit world or any other evil spirits. It's something I've never seen before—that thing directly appeared in my 'consciousness,' like a pile of strange-looking lights, with a big one in the middle, emitting red light, and a bunch of small ones around it, just like the 'starry sky' between the spirit world and the Gloom—stars of light surrounding the red light source in the middle—"

A Gou was just halfway through his rambling when Morris next to him suddenly took two steps forward: "What did you say? What did you see?!"

It was the first time A Gou had seen this elegant and steady old scholar react like this, and was immediately startled, shrinking its neck subconsciously: "Uh... a large red luminous body surrounded by a bunch of flashing points of light..."

Morris listened in stunned silence, and repeatedly confirmed the details with A Gou several times before finally raising his head.

The old scholar's face was full of astonishment and confusion, as if the worldview he had built up for half his life had suddenly been hammered through.

Vanna on the side had already reacted. The muscles on her face twitched twice, and she hesitated to turn to Morris: "That sounds... a bit like..."

"The gaze of the God of Wisdom, Raheem..." Morris muttered to himself, then looked down at A Gou, his gaze as if he were looking at a rare antique just unearthed from the ground, "You have received the gaze of the God of Wisdom?"

The captain's cabin suddenly fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, A Gou raised his head blankly: "... What?"

Duncan did not pay attention to A Gou's reaction, but frowned and looked at Morris: "Are you sure?"

"Unless A Gou is lying, there is no other explanation," Morris immediately opened his mouth, "What it described is exactly the image formed in the minds of the 'blessed' when the God of Wisdom bestows his gaze. Every follower of Raheem has seen it and will not be unfamiliar with it."

Duncan fell silent.

After a long time, he looked at the Gloom Demon who was lying on the floor in a daze.

"What were you doing when you saw that scene?"

"Doing practice problems," A Gou said honestly, "Once it was geometry, once it was algebra."

Duncan: He said nothing, just continued to look quietly at A Gou, looking at the other party's ugly and huge... dog head.