Fortunately, the English notebook was lying in the box in good condition. Although many places were wet by rain, Luo Jian and Feng Yulan came before the notebook got worse.
"How? Can you understand?"
Luo Jian stuffed the wet notebook into Feng Yulan's hand, and led him to shelter from the rain in the captain's cabin at the door of the cabin. Feng Yulan sat on the chair and squinted her eyes to carefully observe the notebook in her hand. She frowned and said, "Fortunately, although a lot of handwriting is blurred by water, there are still some key parts."
"What did you mainly write?"
"The owner of this notebook is a Christian." Feng Yulan commented: "The first sentence on the first page is a famous saying in the Bible: resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple. (Wrath kills a fool. , Jealousy kills obsession.) This is a sentence from the old uncle’s Bible.”
"How do you know so well?"
"I used to work in a foreign company. I met an American who believed in Christianity. He carried a Bible with him. I read it, and I checked some information on the Internet for work reasons." Feng Yulan blinked and laughed: " How strange, isn't this a pirate ship? How come there are people who believe in Christ on it?"
"God loves the world. Maybe this believer thinks he can influence a group of pirates." Luo Jian rubbed his chin, guessing.
"But he was the first one to be killed." Feng Yulan looked at the notebook and shook her head regretfully: "The things written in this notebook are very chaotic, as if he saw something important and just wrote it down. When writing time, the handwriting is very confusing."
"Can you see the point?"
Feng Yulan flipped through the notebook and said without raising her head, "Give me some time."
Luo Jian nodded, then took out her silver pocket watch from her pocket, and began to check the time, 14:12.
More than two hours have passed.
The rain outside seemed to stop for a while, but soon it started to fall again. The sound of pattering rain drove out the extreme silence, and the oil lamp on the table was getting darker and darker, Feng Yulan was very difficult to see.
"Lamp oil is almost gone." Luo Jian stood up and said, "This is the captain's cabin. There should be lamp oil. I'll look for it. You continue to translate."
Feng Yulan nodded silently, and continued to ponder the distorted words on the notebook. Luo Jian searched for a long time in the captain's cabin, and found a spare oil lamp. It seems that there is no need to change the wick oil.
Luo Jian lit the spare oil lamp, at this time Feng Yulan suddenly said: "Most of the memories in this notebook are seemingly insignificant things."
Hearing what Feng Yulan said, Luo Jian sighed helplessly, and said, "It seems that we can't find clues from it?"
"No, not necessarily." Feng Yulan frowned deeper, suddenly raised her head to look at Luo Jian, and asked, "Ah Jian, do you understand cryptography?"
"Ah? Stop joking, you don't know anything." Luo Jian spread her hands, and then questioned: "Could it be that you want to say, is this notebook written in ciphertext?"
"It's possible." Feng Yulan flipped through several pages of the notebook, and then accidentally found the old photo in the notebook, but Ah Lan was not interested in the photo. He pointed to the words on the notebook and said to Luo Jian Said: "These words and phrases are arranged randomly. Although the words are scribbled, they are very neat. I understand each word separately, but when combined, the sentence does not make sense. .”
"In the whole notebook, only the famous quote from the Bible at the very beginning is the most fluent sentence."
Luo Jian narrowed her eyes, thought for a while and said, "It seems that the owner of this notebook doesn't want to reveal his secret easily, so we have nothing to do."
"What should I do? Do you want to try to decrypt it?" Feng Yulan was quite interested in passwords.
"No, no need." Luo Jian rejected the proposal: "Neither of us is good at cryptography, and this notebook is still written in English, if it is really necessary to decrypt it, I will hardly be able to play any role at all. The Chamber of Secrets will not arrange such a situation where neither of us can display our strengths, so there is only one speculation—”
"Is this notebook actually worthless to us?" Feng Yulan interjected.
"That's not the case, maybe there are other effects, but we don't know yet." Luo Jian stood up and said to Feng Yulan: "It's better to bring the notebook, let's think about other clues."
"But what clues can there be?"
Luo Jian smiled mysteriously, took out two pieces of paper from his pocket and put them on the table, and said, "Follow the instructions."
Feng Yulan looked at Luo Jian's message on the note, as well as the tips on it, and frowned suspiciously: "I don't see anything, just saying that I can't jump into the sea... Of course I don't want to jump. What does it mean that the sky is the shortcut?"
"The science and technology of the seventeenth century is far from being developed as it is now. There is no good detection equipment and telescopic equipment. At that time, almost all ships had a watchtower on the mast (of course, many ships also have it now), and there are dedicated watchtowers. The lookout on the stage is the highest position that people on the ship can stand on, and perhaps the closest position to the sky."
"You mean we have to climb up to the mast?"
Luo Jian tilted his head: "We have no choice."
As Luo Jian said, they really don't have any more choices. When all the clues are interrupted, they have to follow some prompts on the note, but when the two stand on the deck, watching almost ten With the mast several meters high, and the watchtower almost on the top, Feng Yulan swallowed fearfully and said, "Ah Jian, I have a fear of heights."
"Don't talk nonsense, brat, I don't know if you have a fear of heights?" Luo Jian curled the corners of her mouth and sneered.
"But how do we go up?" Feng Yulan looked at the mast in embarrassment. The sails hanging on the mast had long since become tattered in the wind and rain, leaving only a pile of rags hanging on it. It is woody, and moss grows in the humid environment, becoming slippery, which adds to the difficulty of climbing.
"There are net ropes over there." Luo Jian pointed to the net ropes tied to the mast.
"That's even worse. I think the rope will break if I pull it." Feng Yulan was not clear about her reluctance.
The net rope on the mast is used to climb the mast, for the convenience of changing the sail. This rope looks much stronger than a sail, but the long-term exposure to wind and sun has made the rope trembling and reachable, and many places have been broken. It is not unreasonable for Feng Yulan to be reluctant. I feel like I'm about to break.
"Then you stay here, and I'll go up by myself." Luo Jian looked at Feng Yulan's small body, this guy looked very weak, if he really fell, he probably died without breathing. .
"No, I don't want to stay here alone!" Feng Yulan began to make trouble out of no reason.
"Then what do you want? There are only two choices, one is to follow me, and the other is to stay here!" Luo Jian became tough, with a serious face.
Feng Yulan looked at Luo Jian pitifully, and then looked around at the desolate surroundings. The deck was wet and pitch black, and the cold rainwater fell down the collar of his clothes into the pit of his neck, making Alan shudder shake. To stay alone in such a dark place... In the end, Alan compromised and followed Luo Jian resignedly.
They grabbed the net rope and began to climb. The rope creaked in their hands. Feng Yulan was terrified when he heard it. He turned to look at Luo Jian. This guy was holding his dagger all the time, with no expression on his face . Feng Yulan didn't understand how Luo Jian maintained such calmness, it was too calm, slightly different from Luo Jian in his usual impression.
There was a small accident during the climbing process, and the rope that Luo Jian was stepping on suddenly broke, but Feng Yulan, who was next to him, roared in fright and hurriedly reached out to grab it, so he successfully grabbed Luo Jian's arm. However, Luo Jian still had that calm face, easily grabbed the other rope, turned over and climbed up.
The sea was very windy and turbulent, and the hull swayed back and forth from time to time, and the sway became stronger and stronger, which also made climbing a bit difficult, but in the end Luo Jian easily dragged Feng Yulan to the observation deck.
The watchtower is a small circular platform on the mast, surrounded by railings, and about five or six people can stand inside. When Luo Jian and Feng Yulan climbed up, they found that there was actually a dead body on the watchtower. A corpse covered by a broken sail sat on the platform leaning on the mast, and a human figure could be vaguely seen under the sail.
"There are corpses here too?" Feng Yulan squatted down curiously, and reached out to pull the cloth of the sail, but Luo Jian was very vigilant, stretched out his hand to block Feng Yulan's movements, and frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Feng Yulan turned to look at Luo Jian in doubt.
Luo Jian stretched out his hand and pointed to the mast of the watchtower. Feng Yulan Shunzhou Luo Jian looked over, and found that on the mast of the watchtower, there was a piece of paper nailed by a tack, purple printing.
There is a new note message!
Luo Jian and Feng Yulan glanced at each other, Luo Jian quickly stepped forward and tore off the note, holding up the lamp, the two huddled together to read the content on the note, which was still written in a beautiful pen that would never get tired of: [Two dear adventurers:][If you have come here, then congratulations, your journey to escape the secret room is already half successful.][The key to the door is on the corpse in front of you, but you need to find the door that can really leave the secret room by yourself.][PS: The guardian who guards the key is full of disgust for you][Above. good luck!]Feng Yulan hadn't made any remarks yet, but Luo Jian quickly turned over the note, and sure enough, there was a clue on the back: [The navigator was the last one to die. He stood on a high observation deck, staring at the murderer's back view.]The author has something to say: Those who want to watch emotional dramas will be disappointed. Most of the main line of this article is how the protagonist struggles to escape in the secret room. = = But the real card can come out after winning the chapter.