The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 154: Shell Ship

Actually, this is just like a treadmill; if you run at a steady pace, as the belt rolls, the position where you stand won’t change much.

But if the runner speeds up, surpassing the belt’s rotation speed, they’ll run to the front.

It’s just that here, space replaces the belt, cycling alternately, so the markers disappear and then return after a while.

We found a button at the door, pressed it, and the door split into two parts, retracting upwards and downwards.

However, the space behind the door remains a winding corridor, with Chen Qinghan’s mark left on the wall at the lower right corner of the door, indicating us to move forward.

"These underwater immigrants must really love building corridors, endlessly." Bi Shi, seeing another corridor, was obviously a bit impatient.

"I feel like this isn’t a treasury." I stepped into the door.

"Then what is it like?" Bi Shi asked casually.

I didn’t answer her, continued along the corridor; this underground space was entirely built with shell-like materials, not pieced together like a craft, but seamlessly integrated.

Apart from the alternating corridors, there’s nothing else below to impede one’s progress.

And it’s clear that the design of these corridors is to facilitate movement, not to block entry.

This place should have been frequently traversed before, so it’s definitely not a royal treasury.

We also found some rooms, though empty, they had tables, chairs, and beds fixed to the floor.

Similarly, no welding or other fixing marks could be found; they seemed like part of the floor or wall.

This indicates someone lived here long-term, a design commonly seen on ships.

"Hey, I think this looks like a ship." Bi Shi hurriedly voiced my guess.

I was very reluctant to admit something coinciding with her, but I also believed this should be a ship.

We found some transparent ’windows’ similar to portholes in several rooms, but they weren’t regular windows, just thinly ground shells with a frosted glass appearance.

A treasury wouldn’t be inhabited or designed with windows, and moreover, we found seawater outside the window.

This indicates we’re currently below sea level; after checking the rooms, we returned to the main passageway, walked to the middle part, where there were staircases leading upwards and downwards on each side.

If this is a ship, then it’s more than one floor; I looked at the stairwell and noticed the markers Chen Qinghan left on the stair rail.

But this time, the markers had two heads, pointing up and down respectively.

Chen Qinghan couldn’t split into two, just that their team was split here.

"What are you looking at, there probably isn’t any danger, let’s split up." Bi Shi cheerfully made the decision for me, then ran upstairs first.

No matter whether this place is a ship or not, it connects to the palace with stairs, so it shouldn’t be dangerous.

I shrugged and stepped downstairs; being too relaxed, when the ground shook violently, I lost my balance and slipped, rolling down the stairs. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The staircase shook like riding a pirate ship, with no support point to maintain balance, like a ragdoll tumbling down a spinning barrel washing machine straight to the bottom.

Let me call this space a ship for now; the hull was moving erratically like a drunken man, swaying in a direction.

I spread out on the floor, supporting both walls with my hands and feet to maintain balance.

But when it swayed left and right, it was better, after progressing a bit, it suddenly tilted up and down, almost vertical at ninety degrees.

I slid down the floor; if I didn’t retract my hands, my palms would spark from the friction.

"Who’s steering the ship? Don’t you know drunk driving leads to jail?" I slid all the way to the bottom, crashing into a door, sliding straight into a room.

Yet my body didn’t hit a hard wall but was caught by a pair of hands.

If it weren’t for my height, this would be a standard ’lift high’ gesture.

At this moment, I was kneeling on the ground, the upper half of my body was ’lifted’, when I hadn’t taken a breath, the hull tilted again, this time I lunged forward, nearly slamming my face into the closed door, but suddenly a figure swapped positions with me, causing my face to hit a somewhat softer but tense-muscle chest than the door.

"Ouch, my nose!" My nose protruding on the face, someone’s tense muscles weren’t much softer than a door.

This repeated seven or eight times; finally, the hull barely stabilized.

"Quick, see if my nose is broken or sunken?" There was no mirror in the room, I could only turn to the person next to me for help.

I’m tough-skinned, so it wasn’t painful, but not being painful doesn’t mean not injured, like the last time with all bones broken.

"You’re fine." Qinghan lit a match, waving it in front of my nose.

"Why are you here? Where are the others?" When we became bumper balls, I realized there were only the two of us in the room.

"Hiding." Qinghan replied.

He used the word ’hide’; if there was no danger, there’s no need to hide.

"What happened?" I asked softly.

"Meng Qingyu is controlled by some kind of force; he wants to kill us."

"Can’t you subdue him alone?"

"If he’s truly Meng Qingyu, maybe we could, but..."

"He’s fake?"

"Mm."

Qinghan spoke in a very low volume; he said he discovered Meng Qingyu’s problem while camping.

I remember he slipped into the woods after Meng Qingyu went to relieve himself, saying he suspected Meng Qingyu was a man.

Because at the place Meng Qingyu urinated, the urine landed higher on the tree roots; women don’t need to make such difficult moves that easily splash themselves.

He recalled the ’flat chest’ incident I mentioned, suspecting this Meng Qingyu was a man in disguise.

The fake Meng Qingyu probably didn’t expect someone to examine his excretion to judge his gender.

He likely didn’t foresee someone stepping on his fake chest, whatever was packed inside could bounce back after being flattened.

Some men naturally have inconspicuous Adam’s apples and slender builds; with proper facial disguises, long hair, faked voice, dressed in loose clothes, it isn’t hard to become indistinguishable.

Ordinary impersonators wouldn’t participate in such dangerous missions; whoever the fake Meng Qingyu is, isn’t ordinary; he himself should also be a master of disguise.

But the jungle is full of unexpected situations; even a master of disguise couldn’t foresee what accident might expose his identity.

And when his identity was exposed, he was already controlled by some force, starting a killing spree.

Perhaps the fake Meng Qingyu had hidden powers previously, or perhaps that force enhanced him; anyway, without hot weapons, Qinghan and the others couldn’t approach him at all.