"Oops...... Don't you believe me? ”

"Just because it's you, when have you ever been reliable, I always feel like something is going to happen."

"Don't worry about my errands, hurry up."

The fat man didn't argue anything, he got up and pushed me away from the door, and then studied it on the door. There are no windows on the carved wooden doors that allow you to see the interior, and some of them have several partitions that look like they.

The fat man searched for a while in front of the door before he found a gap in which he could stuff the detonator. The gap was not large enough to trap the detonator inside, and the detonator found by the fat man was not an electronic ignition, but needed to be ignited with an open flame. Those that are placed with the detonator are the leads, which can be used as long as they are cut to the desired length and inserted directly into the holes of the detonator.

All the work was ready, and the fat man probably only cut a two-finger-long lead, and the two of us hid behind the mast under the stage in advance, and ran down when we saw him hastily lit the lead on it.

I was ready to hear a loud bang, but waited a little longer until the fat man came to us. I still didn't wait for the wooden door to be blown open.

"You're a squib." The old generation teased.

I immediately replied, "Look, what's the matter, I'll just say something is going to go wrong." ”

The fat man was a little embarrassed: "No, it's obviously supposed to blow up in less than ten seconds, it can't be a fake, right?" “

After speaking, he wanted to go over to check, but the old generation reacted in time, grabbed the fat man who had already taken a few steps out and said: "I don't know when and where I put this thing, it may be that the time is old, don't blow it up after you pass by, it's not a joke." ”

The fat man may also be a little weak-hearted, so he retreated, and only then did he stand firm and said to me: "I say, I have no problem with technology." There are no good dishes, and you can still expect the chef to make you a full banquet. ”

"Why didn't you see that there was something wrong with the things at the time, and now you can't get over it, what do you say?" I said

"Yes, I put my life in danger in the past, so let's go and find out the situation."

After the fat man finished speaking, he walked over, not listening to the old generation's reminder. We were still watching in place, obviously the fat man still had palpitations, and he didn't go up directly, but slowly leaned over to the position of the wooden door.

"His grandmother's, it must be a knockoff, the lead is broken." The fat man shouted.

When we heard him say this, we were relieved, fearing that as soon as he arrived at the wooden gate, he would be blown up into a puddle of blood by the sudden detonation of the detonator.

As I was holding the mast with my forehand and observing the fat man who was reassembling the leads, my hand felt something was wrong on the mast. There seemed to be some pattern carved on the mast, and I looked at it and found a few man-made traces of depression and convexity.

Remove the hand that is pressed on it, in the faint light. Three slender imprints appeared on the mast, and the moment I saw it, I knew immediately that it was not a carved pattern.

Three slender marks lay side by side, like the paw prints of a beast on a mast. It's just that the paw prints are not like those left by beasts, the marks are smooth, but some of them look like they were scratched out by human fingernails.

"What do you see here?" I pointed to the marks on the mast and let the old generation look at it.

He gasped when he saw it: "What the hell did you catch here?" After saying that, he made a few gestures with his fingers. There are some differences, but they are certain, and they are the marks made by the human fingers.

He looked around and saw that there was nothing before he turned around. As we walked around the mast, we found that there were more than one mark of this kind of fingernail grabbing, and it was of different shapes, but we could all see that it was also scratched.

This teak mast becomes as hard as iron after a special treatment. The wood is supposed to be steamed in tung oil at first, and then it is dried, and there must be other complicated processes involved. As a result, the wood becomes compact.

Even if the wood is chopped with a knife or an axe, it is difficult to leave marks on it, and human fingernails want to scratch paw prints like this. Is it a fucking Nine Yin White Bone Claw?

I tried it on the mast, and I almost scratched my nails without leaving a trace, and the ship has been floating on the surface for an unknown amount of time, and it has been highly corroded by the sea, and it can still maintain such strength today, and the ancient craftsmanship has to be admired.

"Get out of the way, it's going to explode." The fat man shouted behind us.

Attracted by his shout, I reflexively turned my head. I saw that the fat man was hurrying down the steps, and he saw that he was already close to us.

He had just arrived more than ten meters in front of us, and there was a muffled sound at the three-story wooden door of the cabin behind us. It's different from what I thought, but it's true.

At the same time, a fireball erupted from the place where the wooden door was placed with a detonator. The fireball disappeared without a trace in an instant. The wooden door also burst open a large hole at the same time as the fireball exploded.

The two wooden doors that had been shattered by the explosion clattered and turned inward.

"You're really fucking good, and you're not afraid to kill yourself." I shouted.

The fat guy also didn't want to die, and it only took two or three seconds from the time he lit the detonator to the time the detonator exploded, and the fat man almost became a roast pig.

"Counterfeit and shoddy products, the lead will break if it is more than a finger long, I can't help it." The fat man said.

"Hey, I'm desperate over there, what are you two doing here?" The fat man, who had just gotten up, asked when he saw that we were studying the mast.

I didn't reply, just tilted my head and asked him to look at the pillar, and he was immediately drawn to the sight from the mast. Just one glance at it and let out a burst of amazement.

"I said when did you worship Mei Chaofeng as a teacher, this Nine Yin White Bone Claw is not bad." The fat man quipped.

I snorted coldly: "If Lao Tzu practices the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, he will be the first to scratch you to death bastard." ”

When I talk like this, it stands to reason that the fat man will at least choke a few words. But now he was unusual, and his attention was entirely focused on the scratches of the mast.

He reached out again and touched the scratch, then put his finger to his nose, and when he sniffed it, a strange color appeared on his face.

"After a few years of fishing, you can't even see this thing?" The fat man didn't reply, he still paid attention to the scratches, and said this sentence in his mouth, because it should be for the old generation.

The old generation couldn't see anything on his face, but just said: "What's the matter, what did you find?" ”

"See for yourself."

After saying that, Lao Dai touched it with his hand, and after rubbing it a few times, his face also had some strangeness.

"This was left not so long ago." The old generation exclaimed.

I didn't understand the situation for a long time, and I was a little confused about this operation, but in order not to lose decency. I also followed their example and touched the scratches, and then made an expression that was as conscious as theirs.

"I can see it, not only do you have a bad heart, but you are quite fucking good at pretending to be garlic." The corners of the fat man's mouth curled, and he said with a sneer.

"How do you know I can't see it?"

"Your Excellency?" The fat man made a gesture of please.

This time he pretended to be big, but he still couldn't lose face in front of this bastard. stretched out his feet and moved the old generation standing on the side, this guy is also smart, and immediately opened his mouth to relieve the siege.

"The traces of being caught are new, and they haven't been caught for a long time." The old man rubbed it a few times as he spoke, and immediately put it under his nose and sniffed it again.

After smelling it for a long time, he said, "This smell is a bit weird." ”

The fat man snorted coldly: "You said that what you are doing is not good, you have to come to fish, you can't smell this smell." He paused and then turned to me: "Come and smell it, you should know it." ”

He shook his head at me as he spoke, and I just followed their example and rubbed against the scratches. When I put it to my nose and smelled it, I remembered a little memory that was not very good.

In the ancient city of the primeval forest of Motuo, in that strange hall. We set fire to the tens of thousands of corpses, and what we smelled was the smell of the scratches that remained.

"Corpse oil." I exclaimed, and immediately felt nauseous, and reached out to rub the sticky thing off my fingers on the mast.

"If you have a good memory, you know what it is."

The old generation didn't speak for a long time, just holding his forehead and thinking about something. From time to time, he twisted his head, and suddenly his eyes widened and he looked at the fat man.

At this time, the state was a little delicate, the old generation stared at the fat man with wide eyes, and the fat man spread his hands.

"You ...... fishing" The fat man wanted to use this to ridicule the old generation about fishing, but he didn't want the old generation, who had been gentle since I met him, suddenly became abnormal.

"Shut up, don't fucking talk about fishing. Why is that thing here? He paused, gasped, and said, "You have come here, and you must get on this ship, what is your purpose?" ”

"Well, don't doubt me, my arrival on the boat was a pure coincidence, and had nothing to do with earlier events. Hiss...... Have you doubted me for a long time? The fat man looked at the old generation suspiciously.

The old generation snorted coldly: "I always think this thing is a bit too coincidental." ”

"You still said I didn't believe you, and you don't believe me anymore. Haha, ridiculous. The fat man turned his head and said.

"No, what are you talking about, I don't understand." I stood aside dumbfounded, and they talked about it, what to believe or not to believe, if I hadn't been in contact with these two people, I would really think that this was two neuropaths.

"Okay, okay, don't mention the old things, this little thing doesn't mean anything, wait until the next meeting. Let's get down to business first, and yes, it's a coincidence that I'm here, but since I've met it, I won't leave it unattended. Then he waved his hand.

I was staring at the fat man with wide eyes, and he noticed me. He looked at me, the flesh on his face moving slightly.

"Don't be so gossipy, this is not something you should know, I'll tell you when I'm happy that day, fat man, now you don't ask around, let's get down to business first."