Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

Several people from behind followed closely, and were also taken aback when they saw the old Viscount's hair.

The old Viscount raised his hand and pressed his hair, "Okay, I understand, we will find your friend with you."

Chapter 157 The Intersection of History and Reality

A group of eight people lined up and started exploring.

Although Zoya complained that the efficiency of this search method was no different from that of Yameng alone, the nobles who cherished their lives unanimously rejected the resolution to search separately.

"In those horror novels, those who are alone often die very quickly." A young man plausibly said, "And if there are many people, we can take care of each other if there is any accident."

"Yes, yes, I'm so sorry, my elder brother is alone now, and he may never come back." Zoya rolled her eyes.

Yamon didn't pay much attention to the argument behind her. She first went back to her and Taverna's room, which was exactly the same as when she left.

Disappointed, Yamon led his people to check the rooms one by one.

At first, some people didn't quite agree.

"We don't have a key, and breaking down the door violently is not in line with the aristocratic aesthetics."

What responded to him was the door lock that Yamon easily opened after putting his hand on it.

"The door is unlocked." Yamon laughed, "It's so convenient."

Then there's the second room.

The door handle opened easily with Yamon's turn.

It's not locked again.

The onlookers almost dropped their jaws in shock.

Someone from the back volunteered to open the door, and also achieved success.

After searching the first floor, there was only one thought left in everyone's mind.

This place is so weird.

Actually every door can be opened.

"Do you feel that this wall is not right, it's too new, like, like it's just been built not long ago." Someone put his hand on the wall with a surprised tone.

"There are also door hinges, door locks, including the inside of the door locks, all of which are new." The old Viscount also found these.

"I wanted to say it before, when I came down to the first floor last time, the wallpaper wasn't this color..."

Thoughts arose in everyone's mind.

"Mengmeng knows, this is called time travel." Yameng spoke at this time with a lively tone.

"What does time travel mean?" Some people don't quite understand the usage of this word here.

"Just from one place, jump! Jump to another place!" Yamon explained, and looked at the other party with the eyes of a fool, this person didn't even know this.

"That is to say, we are not on the previous ship, are we?" Zoya lowered her eyes and thought.

"Not necessarily, along the way, the structure of this ship hasn't changed much, and it's too early to draw conclusions." The old Viscount pressed his eyebrows, "Where should we look next?"

"Go to the captain's cabin." Zoya suggested, and then looked at Yamon.

"Go to the captain's cabin!" Yamon began to repeat.

The group returned to the stairs along the road.

Looking at the thick fog outside, he couldn't tell the time at this moment.

"It should be noon." Someone touched his stomach.

"Go to the captain's cabin first, and if you don't find it, then go back to the banquet hall on the second floor to have something to eat." After finishing speaking, the old Viscount also looked at Yamon solicitingly.

Yamon knew that this meant asking her to lead the way. She had experience. She had been to the captain's room several times in the previous explorations, but the captain only let her visit outside.

A group of people came to the top. There are two doors in the captain's cabin, one is outside, and they can go straight to the destination through the spiral ladder up the deck, and the other is the one in front of them.

As usual, the door was not locked, and a group of people filed in.

Complicated consoles, nautical charts, rocking chairs for rest and two desks placed against the wall constitute the entirety of this captain's cabin.

After some searching, they finally found only a logbook.

The journal was new, spread out on the desk, next to ink and quills.

The ink on the newest page was still wet, as if it had just been written on.

The content of this page is presented to all eyes.

"It's time to end, whether it's the fog that came back to life, or my bleak life, it's time to end."

"We have entered the realm of nightmares, and my ship, as well as the two thousand people on board, will all get lost in this eternal nightmare."

The handwriting failed to scratch the paper at the end, and an ink-absorbed quill lay beside the journal, its feathers messy and broken, as if reflecting the despair of its owner when writing this text.

The general words of the last words made people have a bad feeling, and several people swallowed, feeling confused.

Yamon didn't have much mood swings. Since she was looking for clues, she flipped forward in the diary. After more than ten consecutive pages, she finally saw the beginning of this voyage.

"On August 8, there was a lot of fog at sea. In order to avoid getting lost, we decided to stop the ship."

"On August 8, the ship was still stopped, the fog had not cleared, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and some of it floated into the corridors and rooms, and the crew was notified to close the doors and windows."

"On August 8, the crew reported that someone was missing. It was presumed that he slipped and fell into the sea when no one found it. They tried to salvage it, but the crew who launched it did not come back."

"On August 8, due to the foggy weather that blocked the line of sight, the original plan was to stop the ship in order to prevent hitting the rocks. However, the crew had great opinions, and most of the passengers jointly protested. In order to ensure that the impact of the incident expanded, they decided to start again. Hope my decision is correct."

"In addition, the mental state of the crew is not very good. They claim to have seen something terrible at night. Another passenger disappeared today. I will definitely have trouble when I go back."

"On August 8, something was wrong. We have sailed a long distance, but we still haven't escaped from this sea of ​​fog. The fresh water and food on board are almost running out."

"On August 8th, my first mate went crazy. He shot me and was pushed into the sea by me... The missing passengers also made the people on board panic. Some passengers began to commit suicide by jumping into the sea. Those people have been eroded by despair. brain."

"There is still a little food, there is not much fresh water left, and the desalination machine is still damaged in the armed conflict. I don't know how long I can last."

"On August 8, we have been sailing in the fog for eleven days. It stands to reason that we should have arrived at the nearest port seven days ago to obtain fresh food and fresh water supplies."

"But until now, we are still trapped here by a strange fog. I doubt whether this ship is really sailing in the real world..."

"On August 8, this fog was alive! I saw someone disappear without a sound in the fog crawling into the corridor, and I couldn't even find the dead body!

"The fog is eating people!"

Seeing those words that were written so hard that they nearly tore through the paper, the few people present felt that a basin of cold water was being poured from head to toe, and couldn't help shivering.

The following content is gone, and turning the page again is the paragraph they saw at the beginning.

Although the person who recorded did not use any bloody words throughout the article, just those few sentences were enough for them to use their imagination to restore the fog.

And at this moment, they are also experiencing such a thick fog.

It was even weirder—the people on the boat just disappeared out of thin air, and some of them were staged directly in front of their eyes.

In the captain's room, silence became the mainstream.

No one noticed that there was an extra person in the captain's room.

Even, from the beginning, this person has been with them.

A petite girl with silver hair and blue eyes sat on an invisible chair in mid-air with her left leg crossed over her right leg, surrounded by gray and white clouds, covering her face in a hazy and mysterious way.

Chapter 158 Convergence

The air was as stagnant as a solid. After reading the contents of this logbook, they felt that their breathing seemed to be kidnapped, and they dared not even breathe out.

"You said, is the fog outside also related to..."

"Shut up." Zoya squinted over, and the little nobleman swallowed the following words.

However, even if he didn't finish speaking, those present knew what he wanted to say.

"Since something has happened, it's useless to say anything, don't drive yourself crazy before the danger appears."

Zoya deeply knew that she couldn't mess with herself right now. Considering that she was also in this team now, she didn't want the danger to come from her companions.

"Miss Zoya, although you haven't been baptized by the Alexis family, since you can come out with Ivan, you shouldn't be ignorant of such mysterious events." The old Viscount also tried his best to keep calm, seeking to solve the problem. Methods.

"If you believe me." Zoya pursed her lips, "I can try my way."

"specific?"

"Through the ceremony, seek the blessing of Her Majesty the Empress."

Zoya glanced at Yamon who was still flipping through the diary, took a deep breath, and expressed her thoughts.

"What, what?" Someone exclaimed immediately, "No, if Her Majesty finds out that we are using these things for baptism, yes, yes-"

"What will happen? Even if you die, it will be at least a month later, but now it is impossible to say that someone will die in the next second."

Zoya squinted at the other party, then swept across the crowd, her pupils contracted suddenly.

Her reaction shocked the old Viscount, and he tensed up, "Did you find anything?"

Zoya swept across the faces of the crowd again, closed her eyes slightly, opened them again, her eyes were awe-inspiring.

"One less person, Seleka is gone."

Someone disappeared, and there was no abnormal sound during the process.

Everyone leaned together in an instant, like lambs shivering in danger.

"Look."

Yamon pointed to one side, another door of the captain's cabin opened a gap at some point, and misty clouds and mist diffused into the room.

"Let's go, first go back to the banquet hall on the second floor." Zoya made a decisive decision and walked to the door where they came.

Not daring to stay here, the others immediately followed.

Yamon hesitated slightly as he looked at the mist coming out of the door.

For some reason, she always felt that mist was a little familiar.

"misty!"

When Zoya walked to the door, she turned her head instinctively, and when she saw that there were still people who hadn't followed, she immediately sounded a reminder.

Yamon turned around and walked towards Zoya quickly.

The hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed on this extremely quiet ship. Along the way, they had already noticed that the corridors of each floor had begun to be filled with a faint mist.

And the source is that the doors and windows are not closed tightly.

At first they were thankful that the unlocked doors made it easier for them to investigate, but now, these doors and windows that cannot be locked have become a source of danger for them.

No one mentioned Seleka, who disappeared without a sound. The most important thing at a critical moment is their own life.

Da da da... ta ta ta ta...

They reached the second floor without any delay on the way, turned around the corridor, and a particularly thick fog lay in front of them.

Everyone was forced to stop, and Zoya looked at the fog ahead, her eyes trembling.

Do you want to push someone out to explore the way?

Who to push out to explore the way?

"What should I do!" The woman's voice was full of fear, and tears were already rolling in her eyes.

Before Zoya could make a decision, the woman's scream was so loud that it almost pierced the eardrum.

The woman who had just asked the question was pushed out and fell into that cloud.

The old Viscount maintained the posture of pushing people, his eyes were indifferent.

The woman's subsequent screams did not last long, and could even be said to have stopped abruptly.

The moment the whole body stepped into the cloud, just like what happened in the banquet hall before, the woman disappeared from their eyes without leaving even a single hair.

grunt.

His throat rolled, and the words and sentences on the logbook emerged in front of his eyes more profoundly.

"Fog eats people!"

It's true, it's all true.