Although Paimon bringing Marshall to arrest people will make people feel like Marshall is informing, but with what the captain said in the restaurant, it is impossible for these sailors to have any hostility towards Marshall, this is completely crushing their identity and status, if they secretly do something to Marshall, unless they must not be discovered by Marshall, they must be unlucky in the end. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were five sailors in total, and they stood in a row, their heads bowed, ready to accept Paimon's punishment.

"Just now, Father Marshall told me that someone threw something off the deck, and more importantly, this person ran away after throwing something, and you can check whether the cargo has been reduced and whether the box has been opened." Instead of wasting time blaming, Paimon just said what he wanted.

When the five sailors heard that Paimon didn't say anything about punishment, they were a little glad and ran to count the goods.

"Father Marshall, do you see what the other man has thrown overboard?" Paimon asked.

"It's too dark to see clearly, but I hear a noise, probably because I bumped into something while throwing it." Marshall said.

"Maybe the other party has tied a heavy object to the thing you want to throw away so that it doesn't float." Paimon spoke his mind, "Anyway, Father Marshall, you can rest first, and I'll tell you when I find something." ”

"yes, okay." Marshall did not refuse.

At this point in time, it is not good to wake everyone up because of such an incident, after all, it is not sure that it is a very serious matter.

Back in his room, Marshall sat down in his chair.

"You can use the elimination method, although it is very dark, but you can still roughly see a little outline, plus the other party throws it in the middle of the night, it must not be a small item, because if it is an item that can be placed in a pocket, it does not need to be made like this at all, so that the size of the lost item can be estimated."

"There are only a few things that can be discarded, first, the cargo in the hold, but I don't think it's significant, or even completely necessary, and the likelihood of that should be very small; Second, the crew's belongings, which is also very unlikely, after all, the crew's own belongings can be lost at any time, and there is no need to be tonight; Thirdly, people, passengers, and crew members, maybe something happened while I was sleeping, and someone was killed, so the murderer used this method to make the deceased disappear, but after I found out, this method had zero effect. ”

Marshall looked out the window, and the glimmer of the morning was coming through the window, and it was already six o'clock in the morning.

"I remember Douglas said that there is breakfast from six to half past eight in the morning, and in order to make my arm recover quickly, it is better for me to eat more." Marshall looked at his left hand, the wound had almost healed, and at this time it was no longer affecting normal movement, and it would be able to heal completely in two days.

Coming to the restaurant, Marshall found that the breakfast was in a buffet format, which was very convenient.

When he had filled his stomach, he went back to the deck, where he had seen the mysterious man before, and then remembered what he had seen at four o'clock in the morning, and then he came to the place where the mysterious man stood.

"It should be male." Marshall looked at the guardrail, which had bump marks, apparently new bumps from around four o'clock in the morning.

"Hard, some sharp, rock?" He crouched down and felt the bump marks, then stood up and looked out of the guardrail, where the sea was calm and the occasional school of fish could be seen swimming past the boat. "Maybe it's true that as Paimon said, the other party tied a heavy object to the discarded item to prevent the discarded item from floating on the surface of the sea and being discovered."

Marshall then re-walked the path he had run while chasing people.

After arriving at the place where Paimon was met, Marshall didn't stop and continued to walk.

"Hmm...... There is also a staircase down here? Is this the cargo hold below? Marshall was about to go down when he was stopped.

"Father Marshall, below is the cargo hold, please don't enter at will." Second mate Ken's voice came from behind him, "I'm sorry, Father Marshall, it's a rule, I'm very sorry. ”

"It's okay." Marshall waved his hand.

"By the way, Captain David is waiting for you in the dining room." Ken said.

"Okay." Marshall looked at the stairs before leaving.

When Marshall arrived at the dining room, he saw that Captain David was still sitting in the place he had made last night, and in front of him was the breakfast and dessert he had just taken.

"What are you looking for from me, Captain David." Marshall sat across from the captain.

"I've heard Paimon say what happened in the early morning, but we counted the goods and the number of people, and we didn't find anything missing, maybe, Father Marshall, what you saw was ......" David's words didn't come out, but he believed that Marshall could understand his words.

"I'm sorry, Captain David, this matter may not be that simple, but I promise you that I will not pursue this matter for the time being." Marshall gave David a promise to reassure the other party.

"By the way, I have already given them a little punishment for the sailors who were on duty yesterday, and I hope they will remember the lesson this time." David poured a glass of wine for Marshall, "The first day of the journey was unpleasant to Father Marshall, and I, as the captain of the Blue Pearl, apologize to Father Marshall. ”

"The captain doesn't have to blame himself." Marshall raised his glass.

For the rest of the day, Marshall had been walking around the ship, familiarizing himself with the Blue Pearl's environment, and at this time his mind had already begun to construct the spatial structure of the Blue Pearl, matching people to rooms, and along the way he encountered many areas that were forbidden to travelers, and these areas seemed to be only accessible to the second officer and above.

In the afternoon, Marshall sat in the confessional, five minutes before two o'clock.

Considering that he might be bored and sit for two hours, he couldn't help but start mentally calculating the square of a regular integer, and when he got to the square of 31, the sound of the door opening came from the thin hole, and a man walked in.

"Father Marshall, are you here?" A little girl's voice came through the holes.

Marshall had seen the girl in the restaurant, or more precisely, the family.

"Hello." Marshall stopped his mental arithmetic and began to focus on the little girl in front of him.

"My name is Jenny." The little girl replied.

"Hello Jenny, what do you want to say?" Marshall didn't expect the other party to report his name, but he didn't need to point it out.

"Father Marshall, I have a feeling that there are ghosts on this ship!" Jenny lowered her voice and said that as she said this, Jenny almost pressed her mouth to the pores.