The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 160: Don’t Tell Horror Stories at the Bottom of the Sea
She was lost in thought for a long time, thinking about this?
In a confined environment, people naturally get tense, and some might even suffer from deep-sea phobia. What Beauty Snake said was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.
If another heart is needed as a battery for the return trip, whose would it be?
"Don’t worry, you dig up someone else’s, and next time yours will be used." I didn’t hesitate at all over this question and said indifferently.
She used Professor Liu’s body as a sacrifice to the sea monster, and Guan Hai and Cong Zhibo definitely wouldn’t oppose me doing the same.
Upon hearing what I said, both of them remained expressionless, coldly staring at Beauty Snake.
The leader’s eyes were full of anger because the heart inside the chest cavity of the mummy belonged to his team member.
If looks could kill, the leader would have already ripped her apart.
The leader didn’t kill her immediately but instead asked her how she initiated the ship.
"You guess." Beauty Snake chuckled twice, like she was deliberately provoking the leader.
We were currently in the depths of the abyss, and any mistake could bury us at the bottom of the sea, which is also why I hadn’t moved the mummy.
It sat there piloting the Shell Ship, its body linked with the seat. Breaking a single connection could cause a disaster, leading to the loss of the ship and everyone onboard.
We could only wait until it reached the ’destination.’ It seemed to have a set route, requiring no additional intervention, much like the automatic navigation function I had previously speculated.
While Lu Xiaodao and I were away, Beauty Snake was willing to help Meng Qingyu, hoping she could call for reinforcements.
But she didn’t know that Meng Qingyu was an imposter and wouldn’t actually call ’Shield’ for help.
The fake Meng Qingyu wanted what was on the island and would never invite others to compete with her.
Beauty Snake rambled on by herself, seemingly in a poor mental state.
I remembered something about Professor Liu’s friend, so I asked her what happened to that person.
Beauty Snake smirked and said that fool wanted to be a hero, sacrificing himself to divert the monster, and naturally, he was devoured by the creature.
The monster she’s referring to should be those grafted creatures within White Jade City.
White Jade City was the team’s final stop.
At that time, the lunatic Professor Liu mentioned was already dead.
"Did you see him being eaten by the monster with your own eyes?" I asked seriously.
"No, but you’ve seen those things. Do you think he could survive?" Beauty Snake replied with a mocking smile.
"Yes!" I declared emphatically.
Beauty Snake clearly didn’t believe me, giving me a sideways glance. I asked, "Did Professor Liu’s friend have any contact with the person who died halfway?"
"After the man’s death, he took his backpack." Beauty Snake’s expression gradually shifted away from disdain.
"He took that man’s identification, pretended to be him, and maybe just wanted to operate alone after leaving the group. He was probably not actually crazy, just pretending..."
During the days away from the main group, I kept revisiting the lunatic’s story. Although he had nothing to do with me, something came to mind later, which I found peculiar, using it to amuse myself, pondering over it when there was nothing to do.
If the lunatic had his accident halfway before Professor Liu’s friend, how could he have obtained Professor Liu’s friend’s journal that he never parted with?
Unless he had abilities like Bi Shi, capable of crawling out unharmed even after falling into a nest of leeches, then trailing to White Jade City, and taking the journal after Professor Liu’s friend’s demise.
Hearing my analysis, Beauty Snake impatiently said, "You’re overthinking. He didn’t have such skills and was dead beyond doubt. I saw it with my own eyes."
"So perhaps it was Professor Liu’s friend who was saved, hiding his identity, feigning madness, maybe for self-preservation." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
But why did he deliberately leave that journal on the ship, allowing the crew to find it and contact Professor Liu?
The result was Professor Liu losing his life. If they were good friends, why would he harm Professor Liu?
"So now it’s deduction time? Competing to see who’s the strongest mind?" Bi Shi lazily quipped.
"Otherwise, what would you do to pass time? Distraction can prevent wild thoughts." I sat cross-legged on the ground, elbows resting on knees, chin in hand, eyes gazing into the abyss outside the ship.
"Then why not talk about what’s controlling the fake Meng Qingyu," suggested Guan Hai, head lowered.
"Yeah, it controlled Old Shi at White Jade City and could transfer. What the heck is it?" Cong Zhibo echoed.
"Do you even need to ask? It’s full of negative energy." I replied offhandedly.
"And the hair? What’s that?" Cong Zhibo immediately tossed out another question.
"The manifestation of the resentment from countless bald sufferers!" I quipped without hesitation.
"Don’t listen to her nonsense," Bi Shi interrupted to dismantle my story.
"What do you think it is?" I tossed the ball back to her.
"The green light is the ghost of this mummy. Whoever boards the ship has to stay with it. As for the hair... it’s the grudge of those who died on this ship long ago!" Bi Shi’s tone fluctuated dramatically, vividly spoken. I didn’t know her voice could be so versatile.
Cong Zhibo shuddered, glancing at the mummy on the chair.
"Great, telling ghost stories in the Mariana Trench, you’re shaking up the troops, deserving a good beating!"
"Ghost... ghost!"
Before I finished, the slightly paranoid Cong Zhibo suddenly stammered, pointing outside the ship and shouting.
The ship’s body became transparent. Lights in front and rear illuminated the surroundings clearly, even the fissure in the abyss outside akin to being sliced by a sword.
We looked where Cong Zhibo pointed but saw nothing.
"See, your handiwork, scaring him silly."
"No, I really saw it, a, a white shadow, drifting past there!" Cong Zhibo moved closer to Guan Hai.
"At such depths, not even a fish in sight, you must be seeing things," Guan Hai said sternly, gazing into the abyss outside.
"Even if there was something, there’s no need to fear. This ship is sturdy enough, it can’t get in." I reckoned they needed rest, being overly nervous could easily lead to a mental breakdown.
Chen Qinghan and the leader exchanged a glance. The leader looked at his watch and said, "Since Miss Leng is alright, let’s all rest a bit, preferably catching some sleep."
Though there were no longer crazed murderers or other living things onboard, the leader still advised against splitting up. They all rested backed against the pilot room door.
Perhaps due to the excess stimuli endured and days without rest, after a moment of quiet, Guan Hai and Cong Zhibo both fell asleep.
Only when they were asleep did the leader relax, closing his eyes, his breathing soon becoming long and steady.
I gestured to Chen Qinghan to also get some sleep, assuring him I’d watch over Beauty Snake, who wouldn’t stir up anything.
Once Chen Qinghan was asleep, Bi Shi quietly shifted over to sit beside me.
Her eyes gleamed, pointing upward at the large lightbulb, then toward the ship’s stern, nudging me with her shoulder.
Annoying as she was, her down-to-earth demeanor now looked much more agreeable than her previous aloof, world-weary attitude.
