The wooden box that was nailed was very large. Looking at the size, Luo Jian felt that a person could be stuffed into it. Moreover, the box was not nailed firmly, and long-term exposure to wind and sun caused extensive decay of the box. Luo Jian took his knife and poked a few holes in it. He broke off one side of the box with his hand, and the contents inside were exposed under the weak starlight.
"What the hell!" Luo Jian couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose when he saw the contents of the box. He was really related to the corpse or something. There was actually a curled up corpse in the box. The whole body rotted into disgusting black rotten flesh, and there were white bones in some places. The clothes on the corpse could not tell its original shape, but looking at the skeletal frame, you could tell it was a man.
When Luo Jian opened the box, there was also a strange smell, which was disgusting and permeable.
Luo Jian took several steps back and stood on the edge of the boat to take a few breaths of fresh sea breeze. But the next second he couldn't help but vomit. The sea breeze also had a sticky fishy smell, that kind of salty and wet, It smells like fish. This made Luo Jian extremely uncomfortable, and his stomach was churning.
After a long time when he had vomited enough, he had to crawl back to the wooden box. There was no other way. It could be said that this corpse was the only valuable thing Luo Jian found on the deck. He firmly believed that the deceased would be carrying something If there are any clues or props, not to miss every detail is the credo Luo Jian has set up for himself since he stepped into the secret room.
Therefore, Luo Jian had to lie down next to the box and try to observe this absolutely unsightly corpse. The corpse had not completely decomposed into white bones. There was still a lot of black rotten flesh hanging on it, and there were a lot of maggots crawling on it. Luo Jian guessed that this man must have been forced into this box before he was alive, because his posture in the box was very twisted, and upon closer inspection, Luo Jian found that there were cracks in the bones of this man's limb joints. He said maybe he had his hands and feet broken and then forced into it.
Luo Jian admired him very much for being able to analyze the cause and process of the other party's death from a corpse. He was not a forensic doctor and could see so much. It was already very good. While feeling a little self-aggrandizing, Luo Jian stood up and overturned the box, letting The corpse inside poured out by itself. He didn't dare to touch it directly with his hands. It was too disgusting.
What was poured out of the box was not only the body, but also some other things, including a quill pen, a palm-sized sheepskin notebook, a box of matches, and an ancient Holy Cross medal.
These items may have been the deceased's possessions during his lifetime.
Luo Jian picked up the sheepskin notebook and looked at it. The notebook was a little dirty. It had fallen out from the corpse. It was dark and stained with something. It looked disgusting. Luo Jian endured the discomfort and opened it to read. It was a pity. The thing is that everything written above is in English. Luo Jian's English is not very good. Although he can carry out some simple English conversations, he cannot understand the ones that are too profound. What's more, this sheepskin notebook was all handwritten, densely packed and very sloppy. It was obvious at a glance that it was written by an authentic British person. Luo Jian struggled for a long time and couldn't figure out what the twisted letter combination was.
Luo Jian flipped through the notebook helplessly and found that it had little value. When he was about to throw it away, a photo in the notebook fell out.
A very old photo, a black and white photo of a man and a woman. It seemed to be a wedding photo. Because they were both wearing complicated and complicated dresses, the people in the photo were blurred. It seemed to be a very old photo. On the back of the photo is written the time it was taken: May 5, 1645, Lorne and Shulia.
Luo Jian took the photo and took a complicated look at the body lying on the ground.
1645, which was probably the early seventeenth century, a century of the development of colonialism. At that time, China was still under the rule of the Qing Dynasty, hundreds of years away from the current 21st century...
Wait, that's weird!
Luo Jian took the photo and suddenly thought of a serious problem.
Were there cameras in the seventeenth century?
As far as he knew, cameras only appeared around the 19th century. At that time, the simplest black and white camera had just been invented, and it was a rare gadget in many places! There was nearly two hundred years between the seventeenth century and the nineteenth century. How could there be such a thing as a photo in 1645?!
Thinking of this, Luo Jian felt a little numb. He looked at the photo in his hand with a horrified look. The photo was too old. The faces on it were all blurry. The woman was sitting on a chair. , the man stood behind her, and the two people whose faces could not be seen clearly stood together. In addition, the photo was in black and white. No matter what color the clothes they were wearing in the photo, they all appeared black, making it look like a memorial ceremony, with a yellowish color. The photo looked weird, and Luo Jian was even more horrified, so he stuffed the photo into his notebook and threw it back into the broken box.
In addition to the notebook, other items include the quill, the cross, and the box of matches. The quill was out of ink and couldn't be used, so Luo Jian threw it away. The cross medal was a bit strange, so Luo Jian thought for a while and put it in his pocket.
The most useful thing about matches is that they are dry and can be lit. Luo Jian just needs fire. But he found no material that could burn. The wooden box was damp, and most of the woodwork on the ship felt damp.
Luo Jian thought about it and finally focused on the corpse.
Human bones can be burned, and after death, the corpse will produce corpse oil, which is a mixture of fat and protein, which is easy to burn. The flame can burn an entire living person until only ashes are left, and it can burn for a long time. time.
Luo Jian hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head and said to himself: "What are you afraid of, Luo Jian? If you don't let go and do it, you will die here with him!"
After speaking, he squatted down, gritted his teeth and broke off the longest leg bone from the corpse.
Luo Jian successfully lit...the leg bone and walked towards the cabin door holding his torch. With the illumination of the flame, the boat also looked a little brighter. Luo Jian entered the cabin, holding the flame high. Without the sea breeze on the deck, the room seemed a little warmer and not that cold, but Luo Jian did not dare to relax and looked at everything around him with wide eyes.
The cabin is the various spaces below the nail plate, including the bow cabin, stern cabin, cargo hold, engine room, boiler room, etc. This ghost ship should be considered a relatively large one. The room Luo Jian first entered looked very chaotic, as if someone had violently fought. Tables, chairs, benches, etc. all fell to the ground and were covered with a thick layer of dust.
There was nothing valuable in this room. Luo Jian searched for it and found a navigation chart, but he couldn't understand it. There was also a logbook, but it was written in English. There was also an oil painting hanging on the wall, which was also covered with a thick layer of dust. Luo Jian went over and wiped away the dust with his hands, but what he painted was a scene of a ship being swallowed by huge waves.
"Who are you, hanging such a painting? Do you want to die at the bottom of the sea in a hurry?" Luo Jian shook his head speechlessly and left the small room to go to the next place to look. Before leaving, he still took the logbook with him. He planned to go there. Looking for that partner, although she didn't know who it was, Luo Jian hoped that he could understand English.
Although the cabin was very large, Luo Jian quickly visited all the places. There was food stored in the cargo cabin, but most of it was spoiled and inedible. There were also some weapons, gunpowder, and the like, and even a few forts, but they were all damp and unusable. Luo Jian found gold and silver treasures piled all over the floor in a small room, but these things were not even comparable to a piece of bread now.
Luo Jian was a little hungry.
He went to the engine room of the ship, and the power engine inside was rusty and unable to run. The boiler room, bottom tank, side cabin, and cabin were searched almost everywhere. Luo Jian found nothing. He couldn't even find a body like he could on the deck.
"What the hell is this place? Why is there nothing?" Luo Jian walked around. There were many rooms in the cabin, so he couldn't help but feel a little lost, and Luo Jian wasn't sure if there were still places he hadn't found. The torch in his hand was about to burn to the bottom. He entered a place that looked like a living cabin, which was the crew's lounge. He found some thick coats and put one on himself. He didn't think it was too big. Enough, put on another one. Although it is also covered with a thick layer of dust, at least it is not so cold.
Then he found another oil lamp, which still had burning oil, so Luo Jian lit the lamp and threw away the bone torch that looked so oozing.
The cabin was claustrophobic and dark. I could vaguely feel the shaking of the hull under my feet, and could also hear a little sound of the waves. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't afraid. Luo Jian was actually very scared, but he still had to bite the bullet and go. Looking for his partner, he looked at his pocket watch, 12:48. Unknowingly, almost an hour had passed, and if the person was not found, that person might die.
After walking in the dark passage for a long time, Luo Jian suddenly heard a thumping sound coming from a room in front.
It sounded like something hitting the door panel hard.
Luo Jian's heart also beat violently in response to this weird sound. He raised the oil lamp and boldly walked closer. He walked to the door of a room. The sound came from inside the door. It was indeed Something was hitting the door panel, and the door was shaking and creaking.
"Who is it? Is anyone in there?" Luo Jian leaned against the door and shouted in a deep voice. He did not dare to raise his voice. In this dark environment, he always felt that speaking louder could do anything wrong. It's the same thing that attracts people.
As soon as Luo Jian spoke, the thing that hit the door stopped. For a moment, there was no sound, and it was quiet like the eve of a storm.
After a while, the banging on the door panel started again, and continued to bang on the poor door. Luo Jian swallowed, took out his saber, then opened his mouth, put the knife in his mouth and bit it, holding the lamp in one hand, holding the door handle with the other, turning...