Chapter 411: A Knock at the Door in the Middle of the Night
Duoqi has confirmed that his current location is the Sea of Mist that he visited more than 20 years ago. Now that he is revisiting his old place, he is probably the happiest one, because he can move the full warehouse like last time.
The goods were exchanged for gold coins worth several times that amount.
He had not thought about the causes and consequences, the possible crises along the way, or even the way to travel out of this sea area.
"Tymora will bless every adventurer who believes in him."
Duoqi said confidently, but it's hard to say how credible this kind of confidence based on luck is. Anyway, in this situation, everyone has no other choice but to believe in him.
Although the Sea of Mist is surrounded by fog all year round, it is not completely without light. By noon, the situation thirty yards away can be vaguely seen on the sea.
After observing on the deck for a while and finding that there was no danger, Sherlock took Karen back to his room and studied the three things.
The black cat didn't know where it had gone just now, and now it suddenly appeared again. He suspected that the charm skills in the two crew members were related to each other.
If there are no other outsiders, Karen is indeed the most likely person to commit such a behavior, but what is the motive?
A land of mist, a sea area that has never appeared on the sea map...
He quickly thought of something and said, "Does the necromancer your master mentioned live in this sea area?"
Karen squinted her eyes and said with slight approval: "The response is good, right here."
"Those two crew members were your fault."
"Of course, the gate to the Sea of Mists is not that easy to enter. Without my guidance, the boastful halfling alone can't get in."
Sherlock had nothing to say to this kind of direct confession. Since he has come, this mission will naturally continue.
After carefully recalling the experiences in his memory, Duoqi had found a route to the largest island in the Land of Mists - Graben Island.
Graben Island, the island where he accidentally visited last time and brought him luck, successfully got rid of the goods that might have fallen into his hands, and with the help of a mysterious prophecy mage, he mastered the secrets in the mist.
The ability to pass through.
That is the function and origin of the ruby chain-shaped navigation device in his hand.
After spending a boring day, everyone once again faced a dark night where they couldn't see five animals. A sudden storm even drove everyone back to their rooms.
Ta-ta-ta...
Even though he was in the room, Sherlock could still clearly hear the sound of raindrops as big as soybeans falling on the sea and the ship.
Today I took over another business. The Graben family is really strange. They are obviously from Graben Island, but they have to transport the bodies of their dead family members to the distant Todstein Island for burial. But the rich people
Maybe our ideas are different, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to make this money along the way.
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Isn't Todstein Island an Iceland? Why was it suddenly surrounded by scalding boiling water? Our Endurance couldn't drive through it. How should we deal with these three corpses?
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How should we explain to Master Colin? Forget it, he won't send anyone to really check it anyway. As long as these three corpses are thrown into the sea, who will find it? We are really stupid. Why didn't we think of this before?
What's the solution? Otherwise, we don't have to run in both directions all the time.
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Oh my God, what the hell is this? We didn't mean it.
I don't know where your doll is!
I'm not your son!
I didn't kill you!
Ah, help!
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After several hours of reading, Sherlock finally sorted out a complete plot from the messy diary. In this way, the origin of the ghost ship could finally be explained clearly.
However, there is still a bit of a problem as to what the 'ghost' in the end refers to, because the meaning of this word is not very clear due to grammatical issues in common language and the recording habits of the owner of the diary.
Are they ghouls? If so, it can explain the whole boat of sea ghouls, because if they are killed by ghouls but not eaten, the corpses will gradually transform into their kind.
Sherlock closed the diary and was about to get up to discuss the interpreted information with other teammates when he suddenly discovered that Karen, who had been watching him on the bed, had disappeared at some point. He did not hear the sound of the door opening and closing at all.
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No, when did the rain stop?
According to Duoqi, this kind of storm will not stop unless it lasts for a few hours. How come there was so much noise now and no sound can be heard at all.
Bang bang! A weak knock on the door sounded particularly harsh in the silent room.
"Who is it?" He vaguely felt something strange, and did not choose to open the door immediately. When he asked, he opened the communication list, but there was not a single name on the originally full communication list.
Bang bang! Two knocks with the same frequency and severity sounded again.
Sherlock didn't know why, but the atmosphere around him seemed to be becoming more and more depressing and heavy, and the weak light swayed as if it was about to go out.
Blue Frog Transformation! Truth Vision!
Bang bang! Two more sounds.
The space in the entire room has begun to distort, accompanied by a bone-chilling coldness.
Although he didn't know who was standing on the other side of the door, he knew that if he didn't open the door, he would never have the chance to open the door again.
Click! As the handle was pulled, the door slowly opened with a creak.
Standing outside the door was a little girl who looked no older than 9 years old, wearing pajamas, sleepy eyes, but with an uneasy look on her face. She raised her head and said expectantly: "Hello... I can't find me.
room...can you take me back to my room?"
Even though he knew he was playing a game, Sherlock couldn't help but feel horrified at this moment, because he was sure that there was no such 9-year-old girl among the 32 people on board.
However, is he really playing the game? Why is there no one in the communication list? What about the game exit option and the player log? Isn't all this really his fantasy? It's just a dream he had when he was in a coma after a shipwreck.
He glanced to both sides. There were no lights at all in the quiet corridor. Apart from the darkness that seemed to swallow people's hearts, there were only two rows of blood-red numbers flashing faintly. They were the house numbers of the rooms.
"I can't find my room...can you take me back to my room?"
The little girl asked again, her innocent face showing a trace of grievance and sorrow, as if she was about to cry the next moment.
