Dorkey had confirmed his current location, the Sea of Mist, which he had visited once more than twenty years ago, and now that he had revisited, he was probably the happiest one, because he could exchange the full warehouse of goods for gold coins worth several times as much as he had done last time.

And for the cause and effect, as well as the possible crises along the way, he didn't even think about the way to drive out of this sea area.

"Tymorrah will bless every adventurer who believes in him."

Doci said confidently, but it's hard to say how much credibility this confidence based on luck has. Anyway, when it comes to this situation, everyone has no other choice but to believe in him.

Although the sea of mist was surrounded by fog all year round, it was not completely devoid of light, and by noon, the sea could be faintly seen thirty yards away.

After observing the deck for a while, and seeing that there was no danger, Sherlock took Karen back to his room and studied the three things.

The black cat didn't know where he had just gone, and now it had suddenly appeared again, and he suspected that the charm of the two crew members had something to do with each other.

If there were no other outsiders, Karen would indeed be the most likely to do so, but what was the motive?

The Misty Lands, seas that have never appeared on a chart......

He quickly thought of something and said, "Is that necromancer that your master said lives in this sea?" ”

Karen squinted her eyes and said with a slight approval: "Good response, this is it." ”

"Those two crew members are your fault."

"Of course, the gates of the Sea of Mists are not so easy to enter, and without my guidance, that bombastic halfling alone will not be able to enter."

Sherlock had nothing to say about this direct confession, it was all coming, and this task was naturally going to continue.

After carefully recalling the experience in his memory, Dodge has found a way to Greyburn Island, the largest island in the Misty Lands.

Grebourne Island, the island he inadvertently visited last time and brought him luck, managed to get rid of the goods that he might have smashed in his hands, and with the help of a mysterious prophetic mage, he mastered the ability to navigate through the fog.

That is, the function and origin of the navigator in the shape of the ruby chain in his hand.

After a boring day, everyone ushered in the night again, and the sudden storm drove everyone back to their rooms.

Click......

Even in the room, Sherlock could clearly hear the sound of the soybean-sized rain falling on the sea and the hull of the ship.

Today I took over another business, the Greburn family is really strange, obviously from Grebourne Island, but they want to transport the bodies of the dead family members to the distant Todstein Island for burial, but the rich people may think differently, otherwise we can't make this money by the way.

……

Isn't Todestan Island an Iceland, how come it is suddenly surrounded by boiling water, so that our longevity can't be driven, what should these three corpses be disposed of?

……

How to explain it to Young Master Colin, forget it, anyway, he won't send someone to really check it, as long as these three corpses are thrown into the sea, who will find out, we are really stupid, why didn't we think of this method before, otherwise we wouldn't have to run at both ends.

……

Oh my God, what the hell is this, we didn't mean to.

I don't know where your doll is!

I'm not your son!

I didn't kill you!

Ah, help!

……

After hours of reading, Sherlock finally sorted out a complete plot from the messy diary, so that the origin of the ghost ship could finally be explained.

It's just that there is still a bit of a question about what the 'ghost' refers to in the end, because of the grammatical problems of the lingua franca and the writing habits of the owner of this diary, the meaning of this word is not very clear.

Is it a ghoul, and if so, it would explain the whole shipload of sea ghouls, because if they are killed by ghouls and not eaten, the corpses will gradually transform into their own kind.

Sherlock closed the diary, and was about to get up to discuss the information with a few other teammates, when he suddenly found that Karen, who had been watching him in bed, had disappeared at some point, and he had not heard the sound of the door opening and closing at all.

No, when did the rain stop?

According to Dodge, this kind of storm cannot be stopped without lasting a few hours, and the movement that was so loud before is now not heard at all.

Bang bang! A faint knock on the door was particularly harsh in the silence of the room.

"Who is it?" He vaguely felt a little weird, and didn't choose to open the door immediately, and opened the communication list when he asked out loud, but there was not a single name on the originally full communication list at this time.

Bang bang! Two knocks of the same frequency and weight sounded again.

Sherlock didn't know why, but the atmosphere around him seemed to become more and more oppressive and heavy, and the faint lights swayed as if they were about to go out.

Blue Frog Transformation! Horizon of Truth!

Bang bang! Two more times.

The space of the entire room had begun to distort, accompanied by the bone-chilling coldness that swept over it.

He didn't know who was standing across the door, but he knew that if he didn't open the door again, he wouldn't have a chance to open it again.

Click! With the pull of the handle, the door slowly opened with a creak.

Standing outside the door was a little girl who looked no more than 9 years old, dressed in pajamas, sleepy-eyed, but with an uneasy face, she raised her head and said expectantly, "Hello...... I can't find my room anymore...... Can you take me back to my room? ”

Even knowing that he was playing a game, Sherlock couldn't help but feel a wave of horror at this time, because he was sure that there was no such 9-year-old girl among the 32 people on board.

However, is he really playing the game, why is there no one on the communication list, what about the game exit options, what about the player log, is all this really not his fantasy, just a dream he had when he fell unconscious after being shipwrecked.

He glanced to both sides, and there was no light in the quiet hallway, except for the darkness that seemed to swallow people's hearts, only two blood-red numbers flickered, which was the number of the room.

"I can't find my room...... Can you take me back to my room? ”

The little girl asked again, and a trace of grievance and sorrow had already appeared on her innocent face, as if she was going to cry out in the next moment.