Luo Jian didn't know whether his analysis was correct. He didn't have any definite evidence to prove that the final murderer was a woman. Of course, he didn't need to verify it. Luo Jian is not a policeman, so he can't control so much, as long as he can understand the murderer It is enough to infer the behavior of the murderer.
"But where will that woman be hiding?" Feng Yulan tried hard to think about substituting himself into the role, but in the end he found that it was futile. Male thinking and female thinking are very different. Feng Yulan felt that his own was not very bright The brain is not enough.
"Don't worry about where the woman is hiding. Isn't this note clearly pointed out?" Luo Jian took out the note she found on the observation deck, and showed Feng Yulan the sentence on the back: [The Navigator He was the last one to die. He stood on the high watchtower, staring at the back of the murderer. ] "This... I really don't understand it." Feng Yulan scratched at her disheveled hair: "What you see from the observation deck is nothing more than the sea and the whole deck of the ship. There is only that corpse on the deck. Didn't see any murderer?"
"No, the murderer is on the deck!" Luo Jian said decisively, "She's below the deck!"
"Under the deck?"
"You may not be aware that there are some ships with hidden doors on the deck, and you can enter the mezzanine space by pulling the board apart. Most people don't think of this, but my grandfather was a seaman and knew about it." Luo Jian explained.
"It's the same as those royal families built tombs in ancient times, and the craftsmen who were buried with them secretly opened a secret passage to escape. It is said that in a very cruel period in the age of sailing, the pirates forced the shipbuilder to build a ship and hang him on the mast. Many boatmen set up secret doors in some places on the boat in order to escape, store food or hide themselves, which is very good."
"There will also be secret doors on this ship?"
"I don't know, we just need to go back to the deck and look for it." Luo Jian glanced at the door of the captain's cabin.
"But there's that one outside..." Feng Yulan thought of the strange man on the deck. Although it was just a face-to-face meeting, Feng Yulan could still see clearly the blood-red eyes of the other party in the darkness, as red as if poured with blood. Yes, obviously not human pupils.
When Luo Jian thought of the stalker, his heart beat. He didn't understand why he was so unlucky that he could run into this stalker twice, wait... the stalker
Luo Jian couldn't help but reached out and touched the round tattoo on his neck suddenly, the snake bit its tail, and the snake bit its body. It is well known that when a snake chases its own tail to bite, it coils into a circle. Some ancient historical documents have recorded that a snake biting its tail represents reincarnation, which has no beginning, no end, and endless reincarnation.
It seems that this tattoo just represents the meaning of this mysterious secret room, and I am afraid it is also the meaning of the hunter, the endless pursuit, is this what it means? Luo Jian touched his tattoo and was dripping with cold sweat. If his guess was correct, then this tattoo was left for him by the hunter, who deliberately let him escape in the first trial, and then in the next trial. Tease yourself, the ignorant little prey, in the secret room.
Luo Jian's face turned pale as she thought about it, Feng Yulan watched flustered from the side, stretched out her hand to grab Luo Jian, and comforted her: "Ah Jian, what's wrong with you? Is the wound hurting again?"
Luo Jian didn't speak, he looked up at Feng Yulan worriedly. If Luo Jian is marked by the stalker, will A Lan, who somehow formed a team with him, be implicated, and will it be possible...to die
die
Just like those corpses in the box, they rotted until only the bones remained, and they could no longer see the beautiful image before birth, and were forgotten by everyone in the dark corner, completely disappeared from this world, and removed from Luo Jian's life.
Luo Jian reached out and touched Alan's face, Feng Yulan's face was baby fat and slippery to the touch, and was obviously caught off guard by Luo Jian's sudden movement, her little face turned red, and said awkwardly: "Short oil~ If you confess If so, I will not refuse!"
Luo Jian's face darkened, and she immediately raised her hand to give Feng Yulan a big chestnut.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Feng Yulan covered her head with her paws again, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong, hit me again!"
"Alan!" Luo Jian suddenly became serious, forcing Feng Yulan to follow suit, raising her head and looking at Luo Jian like a baby.
"In this secret room, I can't guarantee your safety." Luo Jian squeezed Feng Yulan's hand, saying clearly every single word: "So... you must learn to use all means to ensure your survival! Even if it is to abandon I."
Probably Luo Jian had never spoken to Feng Yulan in such a heavy and serious tone. Feng Yulan was stunned for a moment, and could only stare at Luo Jian stupidly for a long time, then suddenly shook her head violently and shouted angrily : "Are you kidding me, telling me to give up on you? Luo Jian, are you out of your mind or fed lard?! Has your IQ been fed to dogs?!"
Feng Yulan's roar was quite imposing, and it frightened Luo Jian, so Luo Jian had no choice but to say: "I just don't want you to die..."
"But I don't want you to die either!" Feng Yulan's tone was high, and she was above Luo Jian. Luo Jian was immediately suppressed by him, so she had to lower her head in aggrieved manner.
Feng Yulan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He brewed his own words, and said to Luo Jian in a deep voice: "I know I'm not as smart as you, but what I'm most afraid of is that you think I'm lagging behind. I'm afraid you think I'm a burden, but you still have to cover my brother's face, if that's the case, I think it's better for you to abandon me."
"I won't..." Luo Jian immediately raised her head to refute upon hearing this, but was soon interrupted by Feng Yulan.
"I know! I don't know much about this secret room. The help I can give you is very limited. I am inferior to you in everything..."
"Alan, you are very good. You are much better than me. You don't have to think like this! Your English is much better than mine. I wouldn't be able to find these clues without you!"
Feng Yulan suddenly grabbed Luo Jian's hand and forced him to put on an arm-wrestling pose with himself, like some kind of martial arts knight, with a somewhat arrogant smile, said: "Then come and swear! "
"Swear what?"
"Oath, never betray each other!"
For some people, verbal oaths are never real oaths, they forget about them when they turn around, breaking promises is commonplace, and casual oaths are like white clouds drifting on the edge of the sky—the more they count, the more they become. many.
In fact, many people have this problem. You can't say that you are perfect, and you can never violate any oath or agreement you made. But certain oaths that you value, that you think are more important than yourself, the promises you made with others, are so deep that they are deeply embedded in your bone marrow, cannot be forgotten, and naturally cannot be violated.
Just like Luo Jian and Feng Yulan at this time.
The rain on the sea stopped, but a dense fog filled the air. The hull of the ship shook slightly in the waves. After staying for a long time, it would make people feel dizzy, dizzy and nauseated. When Luo Jian and Feng Yulan came out of the captain's room to the deck, It was found that the stalker on the deck was gone, and he didn't know where he went, but the absence of the other party at least reassured the two of them.
"Look for secret doors, usually in inconspicuous places, in corners." Luo Jian and Feng Yulan assigned tasks to start searching every board on the deck. This task is undoubtedly arduous. The entire ghost ship Big is not big, and small is not small, darkness and mist, visibility is extremely low, especially when there is a monster and a stalker watching, it is very risky to search separately, but if you don't separate, you can spend a lot of money. The time is longer.
But Luo Jian finally decided not to separate from Feng Yulan. After all, there was only one oil lamp, and Luo Jian would feel uneasy if he could not see Feng Yulan's shadow. So they started searching from the bow, groping all the way to the stern, and finally at the stern I felt the secret door in the corner of the door, and when I pulled it hard, the board opened.
There are stairs and secret passages inside the door, and there is a dark hole. Luo Jian and Feng Yulan feel hairy just looking at them. Holding the lamp and holding the knife, the blade scraped a long trace on the wall, making a slight rubbing sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet and narrow stairway.
"Why make a sound?" Feng Yulan followed behind him, expressing her confusion.
"We are not dark creatures. Darkness and silence are not advantages or disadvantages for us. Remind the enemy of our arrival and prepare for battle at any time."
The dark staircase was not long, and soon they came to a long passage. The front was still pitch-black, but Luo Jian was glad that the dark passage seemed to be straight and there were no forks, so there were no more escapes or attacks. Variability.
The passage came to the end, and at the end was the door of a room. The door was not locked, and it was opened a crack, and the inside was also dark. It seemed that no one had touched the door for a long time. It was covered with moss, and it felt greasy and cold to the touch, as if touching the skin of a giant snake. Luo Jian had goose bumps all over her body starting from her fingers.
But he finally bit the bullet and pushed the door open.
The room inside the door is very small, even smaller than the first secret room that Luo Jian experienced, even smaller than the small closed room. The room was empty, and there was a rope hanging in the middle, and a corpse was hanging on the rope. When the oil lamp shone, it was horrifying at first glance, and Luo Jian and Feng Yulan were so scared that they trembled all over.
The corpse swayed gently with the swaying of the ship, wearing a gray long white dress, long and dense like a waterfall, with natural curls of millet hair scattered on the shoulders, judging from the body shape, it is indeed a woman up.
"Is it really a woman?" Seeing that the corpse was still hanging, Feng Yulan seemed to feel that there was no danger, so she took a closer look and found that the woman's corpse was indeed almost rotten, with only a white bone and unkempt hair on her head. Luo Jian did not dare to relax her vigilance, and pulled Feng Yulan, who was curious, to her side, and said, "Don't rush to conclusions, maybe this thing will come back from the dead, you must know that she may be the last murderer .”
"But with such a corpse, how can we know where the 'door' is from her?"
"Look for the note."
The author has something to say: What about the relationship between Luo Jian and Ah Lan... More friends than lovers? In fact, I just want to prove that friendship can be more unforgettable than love.