After Wilson identified the suspicious person, he still had no substantial clues.
I just know the name of a very cool person behind the scenes, which is of little help to him now.
He can't question the people on the boat one by one, "If I don't agree, then so and so!"
Bald head.
Wilson sighed and walked eastward along the stairs.
Putting aside the external doubts for the time being, the top priority now is to find the wolf hidden on the ship.
That ship has a monster card hidden somewhere.
Judging from the effect of the explosion, it should be a seafood monster.
Strange-looking seafood monsters appeared in his mind, and he didn't know which one they were.
The map gradually moved closer to the location where the dots representing him and Drom were. It was about one step east and then through two doors.
But at that moment, an inexplicable noise suddenly broke out in the corridor not far away. Some people were shouting and cursing, while others were yelling.
It was so sudden and strange in the originally dark and quiet environment that Wilson was almost startled, and he frowned slightly.
"Weim, what happened over there?" With a map hanging on the map, Wilson certainly didn't need to go to see what happened in person.
A small dot on the map was pulled out and enlarged, and a dense cluster of small green dots gathered there.
[Some people on the ship wanted to follow the Miskatonic University expedition team and cause trouble for them. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, after the Miskatonic University expedition team entered the east cabin, the system sealed the door, preventing
The entry of that group of people.]
Drom explained.
At that time, the group of dudes didn't like the expedition team and were ready to follow them to cause some trouble. The Miskatonic University expedition team was friends of the host, and they shouldered the responsibility and mission of exploring the truth. If they were not careful, they would encounter
to danger.
Although Ultraman will not interfere with the development of human beings, there is no problem if Nozomu can use his calves a little to make those mischievous people give up on their own initiative.
Then the drunk people found an empty warehouse and went crazy there.
"There seems to be something wrong with that group of people." Wilson murmured, looking at the small green dots on the map. Those small green dots were all moving around, as if they were dancing to a disco.
Zhuom didn't have a surveillance carrier in that room, so he couldn't fully monitor what was happening in the warehouse.
But the noisy and commotion sounds kept coming from the empty warehouse. There were even hysterical shouts.
Wilson hesitated for a moment, then quickened his pace and walked towards that direction. He pushed open the door of the empty warehouse.
In front of him, there was a chaotic scene.
A bunch of drunk guys were having fun with wine bottles, and one after another empty wine bottles appeared on the ground. Some people were even holding a wooden box full of wine, laughing and talking silly.
Crazy talk.
Someone was lying on the wall and vomiting. The filthy stuff was vomited all over the floor and mixed with the remaining liquid in the bottle, giving off a strong and pungent smell.
Many people hugged each other, sang, danced and shouted, or drank a few sips with their mouths filled with laughter, and then roared loudly.
The air was filled with the strong and pungent smell of liquor, which smelled very much like vomit.
The flashlight was casually kicked aside, and a bright yellow light hit the wall, illuminating a shadow of dancing demons.
Everyone's face is full of greed, madness and depravity.
Wilson's mind suddenly thought of the description of the wine pond and meat forest.
The dandies are playing wantonly on the luxury cruise ship, enjoying the most luxurious treatment. They can drink, sing and have fun as they like, and no one can stop them.
In their eyes, no matter how ordinary a bottle of wine is, it can't be afforded by ordinary people who save several months. However, now, that group of people can almost be said to be bathing in wine.
They didn't care about waste at all, and the bright and clear wine spilled all over the floor.
They were enjoying themselves and having fun.
Just in their east cabin, there is a group of people who are working hard to build the sail of the human boat with their own flesh and blood. This group of people is struggling to explore the truth and strive for human respite in the face of crazy reality.
opportunity.
Among them, some are outstanding scholars, some are not professionals, and some are even wealthy ladies with profound family backgrounds. But they all unswervingly pursue their beliefs and explore the truth of the world.
Even death cannot stop their progress.
However, above their heads, there is a group of hopeless people.
The dandy boys played freely in the bright lights, while the pioneers slept in the darkness.
How ironic is that?
Wilson covered his mouth and nose in disgust and stared at the pile of filth on the ground.
At that moment, some blurry-eyed guys saw the bandaged weirdo standing at the door, and called to Wilson at the top of their lungs: "Hey, that guy, get some more wine!"
Perhaps he drank too much and simply mistook Wilson for the ship's waiter.
Wilson chuckled and ignored the silly words.
He focused on the empty wine bottle left on the ground.
He had been wondering from the beginning. Did that group of people bring so much wine? There were already a pile of wine bottles on the ground. It was conservatively estimated that each person would have to drink five bottles to accumulate so much.
Although most cocoa is wasted.
"Is there a warehouse for storing alcohol?" Wilson asked doubtfully.
He tiptoed to avoid the filth on the ground, ignored the stupid dudes pointing their fingers at him, picked up a fairly clean empty wine bottle, and stared at the bottle doubtfully.
The industry was not very developed at that time, but the labels on bottles were basically the norm.
But the bottle didn't have any label on it, and even the stopper didn't have any special markings. There was just a dark brown glass bottle that looked like it was produced by the Fosanwu manufacturer.
Wilson didn't know much about wine, let alone the style of that era. So he wasn't sure what they were drinking.
But the wine smelled of a different kind. Wilson wasn't sure if it was brewed that way in that era or for some other reason.
Bu Nao......
Did he remember that the United States was in the midst of Prohibition?
Even if those guys are powerful, they shouldn't be so unscrupulous?