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The three of them charged forward.

The sound of bones grinding together behind me was still very frequent.

However, the spiral staircase was a bit too advanced for these newly awakened skeletons.

Every now and then, some unlucky people get into trouble because of the crowds.

One trips up the other.

The skeleton skeletal structure rolled into a pile with a clatter, and ribs and finger bones clattered and fell along the way.

"They're only chasing the two of us right now!"

Klaus dodged a skull flying towards him with a thud, and cried out in despair.

The skull rolled to any of the feet.

He kicked it back to its owner, accidentally knocking down two skeletons in the process.

"It might be because of it." Renyi picked up the birdcage from his waistband. Inside, Xiao Jiu was clumsily tangling around the birdcage, trying to make its presence as inconspicuous as possible.

"Xiao Jiu?"

"No, it's a birdcage."

They finally arrived at the third floor, where a spacious corridor covered with carpet of an unknown color lay before them, with half-open doors on one side.

Most of the doors were damaged to varying degrees.

They finally found an intact one, rushed in, locked the door, and temporarily kept the pursuers out of the heavy door.

"Don't you think this birdcage goes well with these skeletons?"

"you mean......"

Klaus's expression was indescribable. "This birdcage belongs to some nobleman on this ship, so they consider you one of their own?"

"Very likely."

Shake the cage around as you like.

Xiao Jiu rolled around inside, then crawled out using both hands and feet and squeezed into Renyi's pocket.

"So... the reason this ghost ship appeared wasn't Xiao Jiu's fault..." Klaus looked at Renyi accusingly.

"So you fished up someone else's birdcage?"

[Damn, what a logical genius! How come I didn't think of that!]

[Klaus: You little rascal, you fished up someone's grave?!]

[Could this be part of a mastermind's plan? (Leans back tactically)]

[I knew it, this guy is a hooker (doge)]

Faced with Klaus's logically sound and irrefutable questioning,

He casually revealed a gentle and innocent smile:

"If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do about it."

"..." Klaus secretly decided that from now on, this phrase would be a forbidden word for him!

"Bang—bang bang!!!"

The loud banging on the door interrupted the brief accountability meeting.

The door was sturdy, but it still groaned under the relentless pounding of the skeletons.

"Since they treat me like one of their own, the problem is easy to solve."

He looked around randomly.

This room must belong to a woman. "Let's find something to disguise ourselves..."

He opened the wardrobe,

Several tattered dresses were scattered inside.

Klaus, ignoring her physical discomfort, rummaged through the dressing table and suitcase, but unfortunately, they had probably been looted during the chaos years ago.

All the jewelry and other valuables have vanished, leaving only piles of junk.

Aurora picked up a relatively intact blue velvet dress and put it directly over her nun's habit.

They didn't care about the stains and holes on it.

Take whatever he finds and bring it to Klaus.

"You also need a stylish item to fit in with the group."

"Look, there are so many options!"

Klaus's face turned green. What should he choose?!

A sticky, limp hat; several wet, moss-covered, tattered women's dresses; and... a golden, judge-style curly wig?!

"Bang!!!"

A crack appeared in the door panel, and a skeletal hand reached in through the gap, groping for the lock.

"Hurry up and choose, Mr. Klaus,"

Ren Yi urged in a gentle voice, "The guests are getting impatient."

Klaus looked at the skirt covered in unidentified creatures, then at the hat that emitted a strange odor.

"I……"

"Click".

The door lock was pried open from the outside.

Klaus quickly grabbed the golden wig and put it on his head.

His short, flaxen hair was instantly covered by comical golden curls, which, combined with his taut jawline and impatient, disgusted expression,

Don't tell me, really don't tell me!

[Help! This wig is a perfect match for Old Ke's style!]

[A medieval, acerbic noble judge—that's my style!]

[Hans the Cat Judge Online Trials Bacteria (Dog Head)]

"boom--"

The door was smashed open, and the skeletons rushed in.

They held aloft knives, shards of glass, and bottle openers, their silent killing intent setting them apart from the living in the room.

Aurora gripped her scimitar tightly, and Ren Yi slightly turned his body, ready to strike at any moment.

However... the skeletons' movements came to an abrupt halt.

"..."

Klaus felt his face burning.

Thankfully, these guys aren't mentally unstable... right?

A moment later,

They silently turned around and squeezed out of the door.

That scene didn't look like a retreat.

It's more like... you went to the wrong room at a karaoke bar, and while you're awkwardly leaving, they close the door behind you.

Although only the door frame remains.

"Snapped!"

Klaus ripped the golden wig off his head and threw it hard on the ground.

"Your fashion sense has been approved by the deceased," Renyi said, patting Klaus on the shoulder in comfort.

Klaus glared at him with a look that said, "Say one more word and I'll kill myself."

Pretending not to see it, they directly changed the subject:

"Let's go check the top floor. People who live on the top floor usually have a higher status. Maybe we can find some clues there."

Unlike the mess in the rooms on the lower floors,

The fourth floor, which is also the top floor, should have the largest room as the captain's cabin.

Nautical charts, soaked beyond recognition and strangely clean, were pinned to the wall.

It doesn't look like it's been looted.

A skeleton dressed in what could still be identified as a naval uniform sat quietly behind a table.

One of his hands was still resting on an old-fashioned flintlock rifle.

The right temple of the bald skull was charred black.

"suicide?"

"Maybe." He walked around the chair, examining it intently.

Klaus, on the other hand, acted like a detective, meticulously examining every corner of the room.

"In these puzzle-solving stages, there is usually a crucial nautical logbook that records everything before the disaster occurred."

He said confidently as he flipped through the documents on the table.

"What kind of good person would write secrets in a diary..."

An arbitrary voice suddenly came from behind him.

Under the watchful eyes of Aurora and Klaus, he swiftly pried open the Skeleton Captain's tightly clenched left hand.

"Click."

The two finger bones broke off instantly.

At the same time, a small brass key fell out of the skull's palm.

"Oh, that's dangerous, please don't imitate this."

Klaus: "..."

He knew this would happen.

He picked up the key at random, wiped it on the skeleton's tattered uniform, and then began to look around the room.

"The safe," Klaus pointed under the table.

I squatted down and compared the key to my own.

Yes, that's it!

Accompanied by a creaking sound from prolonged lack of moisture, the safe door was opened.

There was no gold or silver jewelry inside.

There was only a thick stack of letters, neatly bound in oiled paper.

I casually unwrapped the oil paper package and picked up the top letter. The recipient's name was already blurred, but I could vaguely make out the words "To my dear Henry".

He read the contents aloud in a low voice:

"Henry, I have received your message."

"At that time, I will anchor the ship 200 nautical miles south of the port and arrive around dusk..."

At the end of the letter was a neatly written, forceful signature:

"...Captain Morgan"