Escape From The Ghost(7)

Fortunately, the English notebook was still lying in the box. Although many places were wet by the rain, Luo Jian and Feng Yulan came before the notebook became worse.

"How's it going? Can you understand?"

Luo Jian put the wet notebook into Feng Yulan's hand and led him to take shelter from the rain in the captain's cabin at the door of the cabin. Feng Yulan sat on the chair and squinted his eyes to carefully observe the notebook in his hand. He frowned and said, "Fortunately, although a lot of the writing was blurred by water, the key parts are still there."

"What did you mainly write about?"

"The owner of this notebook is a Christian." Feng Yulan said: "The first sentence on the first page is a famous saying in the Bible: Resentment kills a fool, and envy slays the simple. (Anger kills fools), (Jealousy kills the obsessed.) This is a sentence in the Bible of the old uncle."

"How do you know so clearly?"

"I used to work in a foreign company and met an American who believed in Christianity. He carried a Bible with him. I read it and checked some information online because of work." Feng Yulan blinked and smiled: " It's really 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 touched his chin and guessed.

"But he was the first one to be killed." Feng Yulan looked at the notebook and shook his head regretfully: "The things written in this notebook are very confusing. It seems that when you see something important, you just jot down two notes. There is no When writing the time, the handwriting is very messy."

"Can you see the point?"

Feng Yulan flipped through his notebook and said without raising his head: "Give me some time."

Luo Jian nodded, then took out his silver pocket watch from his pocket and started to read the time, 14:12.

More than two hours have passed.

The rain outside seemed to stop for a while, but it soon started falling again. The sound of rain drove away the extreme silence. The oil lamp on the table became darker and darker, and Feng Yulan looked very difficult.

"The lamp oil is almost gone." Luo Jian stood up and said, "This is the captain's room. There should be lamp oil. I'll look for it, and you can continue to translate."

Feng Yulan nodded silently and continued to ponder the twisted words in the notebook. Luo Jian rummaged around in the captain's cabin for a long time and found a spare oil lamp. It seemed that there was no need to change the wick and oil.

Luo Jian lit the spare oil lamp. At this time, Feng Yulan suddenly said: "Most of the things remembered in this notebook are seemingly insignificant things."

Hearing what Feng Yulan said, Luo Jian sighed helplessly and said, "It seems we can't find any clues from it?"

"No, not necessarily." Feng Yulan frowned deeper, suddenly raised his head and looked at Luo Jian, and asked: "Jian, do you know cryptography?"

"Ah? Stop joking, you don't know anything." Luo Jian spread his hands and then questioned: "Do you mean to say that this notebook is written in cipher text?"

"It's possible." Feng Yulan turned over several pages of the notebook, and then accidentally pulled out the old photo in the notebook. However, A Lan was not interested in the photo. He pointed to the words on the notebook and said to Luo Jian Said: "These word groups are all arranged randomly. Although the writing is sloppy, they are very neat. I can understand each word separately, but when combined together, the sentence does not make sense, that is, the preface does not match the follower."

"In the whole notebook, only the famous quote from the Bible at the beginning is the most coherent sentence."

Luo Jian squinted his eyes, thought for a while and said, "It seems that the owner of this notebook does not want to leak his secrets easily, so there is nothing we can do."

"What should I do? Do you want to try to decrypt it?" Feng Yulan is still very interested in passwords and stuff.

"No, no need." Luo Jian rejected the proposal: "Neither of us are good at cryptography, and this notebook is written in English. If you really want to decrypt it, I will have almost no role at all. The secret room will not arrange such a situation where neither of us can exert our strength, so there is only one guess——"

"Is this notebook actually of no value to us?" Feng Yulan responded.

"That's not the case. It may have other effects, but we don't know yet." Luo Jian stood up and said to Feng Yulan, "It's better to bring the notebook with you and let's think about other clues."

"But what other clues can there be?"

Luo Jian smiled mysteriously, took out the two notes from his pocket, put them on the table, and said, "Follow the prompts."

Feng Yulan looked at the message on Luo Jian's note, as well as the tips on it, etc., and frowned in confusion: "I can't see anything, it just said that you can't jump into the sea... Of course I don't want to jump either. What does the saying "the sky is the shortcut" mean?"

"The technology in the seventeenth century was far less developed than it is now. There were no good detection equipment and telescope equipment. At that time, almost all ships had a lookout on the mast (of course there are also on many ships now), and there were dedicated watchtowers. The lookout on the stage is the highest position on the entire ship that anyone can stand on, and perhaps the position closest to the sky."

"You mean we have to climb up the mast?"

Luo Jian tilted his head: "We have no choice."

As Luo Jian said, they really had no more choices. When all clues were interrupted, they had to act according to some prompts on the note. But when the two people stood on the deck, looking at almost ten With the mast several meters high and the observation deck almost at the top, Feng Yulan swallowed in fear and said, "A Jian, I'm afraid of heights."

"Don't talk nonsense, brat. I don't know if you are afraid of heights?" Luo Jian curled his lips and sneered.

"But how are we going to get up?" Feng Yulan looked at the mast in embarrassment. The sails hanging on the mast had long become tattered in the wind and rain, leaving only a pile of rags hanging on it. It is made of wood, and moss has grown in the humid environment, making it slippery and making it even more difficult to climb.

"There's a net rope over there." Luo Jian pointed to the net rope tied to the mast.

"That's even worse. I think the rope will break if I pull it." Feng Yulan was unwilling.

The net rope on the mast is used to climb the mast to facilitate changing the sail. This rope looks much stronger than the sail, but long-term exposure to wind and sun has made the rope lofty and unreachable, and the rope has been broken in many places. It is not unreasonable for Feng Yulan to be reluctant. Just looking at this rope is It feels like it's about to break.

"Then you stay here, I'll go up by myself." Luo Jian looked at Feng Yulan's small body. He looked extremely weak. If he really fell, he would probably die without even breathing.

"No, I don't want to stay down there alone!" Feng Yulan started to make trouble unreasonably.

"Then what do you want? There are only two choices, one is to follow me up, and the other is to stay here!" Luo Jian toughened up and made a serious face.

Feng Yulan looked at Luo Jian pitifully, and then looked around at the desolate environment around him. The deck was wet and pitch black, and the cold rainwater fell into the hollow of his neck along the collar of his clothes, making A Lan freeze. To stay alone in such a dark place... In the end, Ah Lan gave in and followed Luo Jian resignedly.

They grabbed the net rope and started to climb. The rope made a squeaking sound in their hands. Feng Yulan was frightened when he heard it. He turned around and looked at Luo Jian. This guy had been holding his short knife in his hand without any expression on his face. Feng Yulan didn't understand how Luo Jian could maintain such calmness. He was simply too calm, slightly different from the Luo Jian he usually remembered.

There was a small accident during the climb. The rope Luo Jian was stepping on suddenly broke. Feng Yulan next to him was so frightened that he yelled and hurriedly reached out to grab Luo Jian's arm, and 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 waves in the sea were very strong, and the ship swayed here and there from time to time, and the sway became more and more severe, which also made the climb a little difficult, but in the end Luo Jian easily dragged Feng Yulan to the observation deck.

The observation deck is a small circular platform on the mast with railings around it. About five or six people can stand inside. When Luo Jian and Feng Yulan climbed up, they discovered that there was also a corpse on the observation deck. A corpse covered by a broken sail sat on the platform leaning against the mast, with a human figure vaguely visible under the sail.

"There are actually corpses here?" Feng Yulan squatted down curiously and reached out to pull the sail cloth, but Luo Jian was very vigilant and reached out to block Feng Yulan's movement, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yulan turned to look at Luo Jian in confusion.

Luo Jian stretched out his hand and pointed to the mast of the observation deck. Feng Yulan followed Luo Jian's gaze and found that on the mast of the observation deck, there was a piece of paper with a purple stamp nailed by a tack.

A new note has appeared!

Luo Jian and Feng Yulan looked at each other. Luo Jian quickly stepped forward and pulled off the note. Holding the lamp, they squeezed together to read the content on the note. There were still beautiful pen calligraphy that they never tire of:

[ Two dear adventurers: ]

[ If you are here, congratulations, your journey to escape the secret room has been half successful. ]

[ The key to the door is on the corpse in front of you, but you need to find the door that can truly leave the secret room yourself. ]

[PS: The guardians guarding the keys are full of disgust for you ]

[ Above. good luck! ]

Before Feng Yulan made any remarks, Luo Jian quickly turned over the note. 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 face. Back view. ]