Unlike the bustling central port area, at night, the harbor area, where the Black Harbor warehouses are concentrated, is as quiet as the dock area.

The people in Minato Ward are either at ease in the Central Minato Ward or hiding in their respective warehouses, and are easily reluctant to come out and move around.

This has brought a lot of convenience to Lorraine's actions.

After learning the location of Barry Sr.'s warehouse from Pete, and after a field trip and confirmation from Hansa Sr., Lorraine and Henna agreed on a plan of action based on a simple sketch.

Shortly after nightfall, Pete's carriage slowly drove into the dock area, stopping at the side near the harbor area.

Once again, the two men split into two ways.

Standing alone on the seashore, Lorraine looked up at the sporadic harbor two miles away, and leaped into the sea.

……

The Linhai Harbour District is the oldest and best-preserved built-up area in the entire Black Harbour.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Black Harbour was still Cherbourg, this port area was a military port for the French.

In addition to deeper, wider anchor docks, the French built more than a dozen wide wet and dry docks along the coast. After later renovation, it is now the best Watergate warehouse in Black Harbor.

Watergate warehouse is a special warehouse, which is generally divided into three connected front, middle and rear warehouses.

The front warehouse is the largest, with a wide water gate facing the sea, and there are at least two non-open berthing lanes in the warehouse, which was a wet dock in those years.

The middle warehouse is slightly narrower, but taller, and in the middle is a former dry dock, which the merchants filled in the lower sea dam and converted it into a pure warehouse.

Because of the high ceiling of the warehouse, there are two large rows of hanging houses along the wall of the warehouse, which are generally used as workers' dormitories.

The back barn is the smallest one, once the residence of shipwrights and seamen, but after being remodeled, it is now the mansion of the owner and core of the chamber of commerce.

Lorraine opened his eyes underwater, covered with a transparent eyelid that was invisible, but tough and dense, protecting his eyes from the salty water and floating debris in the harbor, allowing him to see underwater with ease.

All sorts of sounds came to my ears through the sea, and merchant ships entering the harbor from miles away broke through the water, the gentle waves crashed against the embankment, and there were people fishing on the beach, and if any, they didn't know who they were talking to......

Every voice was so legible that he could see the direction and the approximate distance.

The benefits of the whaler's bloodline go beyond sonar.

His breathing became long, and he could not feel sluggish for a few minutes when he was under the water.

He swims like a fish, and when he swings his legs, his body slides out of the sky.

After just a few ventilations, he had already dived deep into the harbor area and silently approached the No. 3 water tank in the harbor area.

On the other side, Henna took off her overcoat and bulky leather boots and climbed onto the roof of the warehouse like a civet.

She rode the night wind and leaped through the deserted streets.

With her limbs touching the ground, her knees and elbows bent slightly, she landed smoothly and gently on the top of the high central barn, where she met a wandering wild cat.

"Meow?"

The wild cat tilted its head, as if wondering why the species in front of him was so large and looked completely different from it.

Henna straightened up and glanced at the cat, "Meow." ”

Lorraine slipped through the underwater fence that blocked the boat like a fish and into the water gate.

This is the front warehouse, most of which is built on the sea, and the water depth ranges from shallow to deep, with the deepest depth approaching eight meters.

At this depth, it is no longer possible for human vision to penetrate the barrier made of seawater, and the surface and bottom of the water become two relatively separate worlds.

Lorraine straightened up at the bottom of the water, passed through the leisurely swimming fish, and saw eight rows of wooden stakes lined up like guards, in two columns, separated by fourteen or fifteen meters between them.

This means that there are three barns in Barry's warehouse, and two of them are parked boats.

In the middle is a small fishing boat no more than five meters long, and on the left is a large boat with a draft of nearly four meters.

The keel curved and the hull was slightly chubby, and Lorraine floated close to the keel, and found a trace of reinforcement from the inside of the ship's board near the central rudder.

This was the reinforcement he had personally made for the Artis Beauty before leaving Plymouths.

Lorraine closed her eyes and continued to float against the central rudder, revealing half of her head at the stern, her nose baring and breathing softly.

He quickly dived down again, and at the deepest point he reached the dock plank road in the middle of the left and middle lanes, and lay flat in the middle of the wooden stakes, less than thirty centimeters above the water.

There are people in the warehouse.

Two men were scattered in the outer warehouse, one on the bow of the Artis Beauty, the other on the plank road farthest from him, both fishing, silent.

Two thick fishing lines hang down quietly, and moon-white buoys float and sink on the water, swaying gently with the waves.

Lorraine thought for a moment, dived deep, scooped up the nearby hook, and lightly walked around the stake, circled twice, and hooked it to his leather boots.

After doing all this, he began to approach the angler.

The line was exhausted, the buoy sank sharply, and the coil began to spin wildly.

The rattle tied to the wire ringed wildly, and the angler who was dozing off woke up suddenly, grabbed the fishing rod, and got up to reel in the line!

The sharp fishing hook instantly tore open the boot leather that only hooked the corner of a star, swam backwards in the sea, and plunged into the stake with a loud thud, and could no longer be pulled for half a minute.

The fishing rod bent into a half moon!

The angler was excited, and while trying his best to hold on to the rod and coil, he shouted to his companions in the distance, "El! Big fish! Big fish! ”

"God! Perro, did you catch a shark? ”

Al exclaimed and rushed over to help, and Pero looked triumphantly at his feet, and suddenly saw a white flower with a pitch-black shadow in the middle.

"Huh? It's ......"

Wow!

A big hand stretched out from under the water, grabbed Perot's bare feet like lightning, and pulled it with force!

Pei Luo fell into the sea with a scream, and his head slammed on the edge of the plank road, and he was stunned for a moment.

For a split second, Lorraine hooked him around the neck and dragged him all the way to the bottom, hooking the waistband of his pants to the tip of the Beauty's anchor.

Pei Luo danced wildly with his eyes protruding, dancing slower and softer.

The sudden change startled Al on the shore, and in his opinion, Perot was dragged into the water by a big fish.

The thud was probably due to the injury sustained during the fall, and the red spots floating on the sea water also proved that the fall was quite heavy.

But he couldn't see where Pero was!

The visibility of the sea water was only two or three meters, and the tumbling bubbles were everywhere, and he couldn't find Perot's location as far as the eye could see.

It's been more than a minute!

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer bubbles on the water, Al gritted his teeth, tried to keep his eyes open, and jumped into the water.

Underwater is another world.

Stakes, the bottom of the ship, silent near and far.

He saw Pero stretch his limbs and mouth wide open, hanging on the iron anchor of the great ship, fluttering, and only occasionally twitching, and spit out a bubble from his mouth.

What the hell?

Al hurriedly skied to save him, and when he dived to the bottom, he suddenly felt someone grab him by the back.

Burst!

The sharp bayonet pierced his throat from behind, and as soon as it was exposed, the tip of the sword shrank back like lightning.

Large clumps of dirty blood poured out of the wound and tumbled onto the surface of the water in long strings of bubbles.

Al clutched his neck in despair.

He saw a slender figure in a white shirt rise up gracefully, and after a while, it jumped out of the water and completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

He spat out the last bubbles in his lungs.

Head...... There are ghosts in the water...... The sailor, back......