"You don't kill yourself, you feel uncomfortable, do you?"

"Trust me again, this time it will be fine. Besides, I'm smoking this stuff as a cigarette. As he spoke, the fat man waved the detonator in his hand.

"You will die."

After a reply, I didn't pay attention to the fat man's behavior. Apparently he also gave up the method of blowing up the mast, and this time directly barred the heavy wooden deck.

I can't imagine the process of making a large ship, but I can see obvious gaps in the wooden deck that is half a meter wide and half a meter thick, but I can't see the water seeping down. I don't know what structure is used between the two sections of wood to achieve such a degree of sealing.

"If I were to do archaeology, I would kill you." Looking at the fat man who was destroying the gap in the deck, I stood aside and said with a sneer.

"Isn't it also to advance our pace, this sacrifice is nothing."

The fat man's destruction of the deck was painful, and he dismantled the harpoon of the pneumatic harpoon gun, priing the gaps between the decks again and again. I don't know how long we waited next to each other before the fat man pulled out a hole about two fingers thick and a palm's length between the cracks in the deck.

There is no way to put the detonator directly on the surface, so it is necessary to drill holes in the blast surface. When a detonator is inserted, the maximum force can be generated.

Fortunately, there are no waves now, otherwise the fat man's method will still have no effect at this time. There was no standing water in the hole, so the fat man stuffed three detonators into the hole.

Because the three detonators had to explode at the same time, the three leads were all made by the fat man's very precise comparison, and then they were inserted into each of the detonators, and the three leads were glued together as soon as they were twisted.

The force of the blasting was completely downward, and the fat man said that it was no problem to be more than ten meters away. I ignored his arguments and hid far behind a mast.

The fat man ran towards us with a lead, that is, more than ten steps. There was an immediate muffled noise on the deck behind him. Just listening to the sound, the lead did not cause the three detonators to explode at the same time, and two almost continuous sounds could be heard.

A small fireball came out of the ground, and I stood from a distance and watched, waiting for the fireball to disappear, and a hole appeared on the deck that was slightly larger than the sewer manhole cover.

Before the fat man could run to our side, the deck had already been blown open, and he simply turned around and went back. It didn't take long for me and the old generation to get to the edge of the hole in the deck together.

The fat man was looking down, because he had no light in his hand and didn't see anything for a long time. The light of the old generation flashlight shone in, and a lot of dust rose in the hole. Judging from the ground inside the cabin, it was quite dry, and there was a thick layer of dust on the ground, but a circular area was broken away because of the blasting just now.

The fracture surface of the hole is uneven, and it can be seen that the wood is very tight, and there is almost no gap. The cross-section of the deck timber was thicker than we expected, about sixty or seventy centimeters.

The next thing to do was to go down, because the height from the deck to the cabin was close to three meters, so it was impossible to go straight down. Even if we force our way in, it will be a problem for us to climb up again at such a high level.

The old generation was vigorous, and the task of returning to the fishing boat to get the rope was entrusted to him. The fat man and I leaned on the side of the big ship and looked at the small fishing boat that was a large section lower under the hull, and my heart kept waves, just such a one, I stood on it and looked at the sea surface I already felt a majestic momentum, if hundreds of ships were gathered, that kind of battle, had to make the neighboring small countries admire.

It's strange to say, it's only been more than ten hours since we came out, and we can all encounter a big ship floating on the sea, why haven't we heard from other places that anyone has bumped into this ship. I'm afraid this is a bit too much of a coincidence.

On the small fishing boat below, the sailors saw that nothing had happened to us, and walked to the deck of the fishing boat one by one. But they still have the fear of this thing, and they don't see anyone daring to climb up.

After a while, the old man climbed up towards the big boat with a bundle of ropes on his shoulder. When I looked at the situation in the sea again, I found that the luminous creatures on the bottom of the sea had increased a lot, not dense, but it was always a little uncomfortable to look at.

The rope was tied to the railing of the big boat, and the fat man was the first to climb down the rope. The huge hole was a challenge for him, and the fat man was forced into the cabin by us as he screamed as he rubbed against the rough section.

I followed the second person down, and the rappelling at this height was not difficult. I had to be much more relaxed than the fat man, and when my feet touched the ground, I immediately heard a creaking sound from under my feet.

The fat man was no longer where he was, and the flashlight on the side indicated that he was not far away. The rope was shaken a few times by me, and the old generation on it understood, and climbed down.

The fat man had already walked three or four paces away, and when I saw that he seemed to have discovered something, I called out a few times in the direction of the flashlight's rays, and it took me a long time to hear his response.

"What are you shouting about?"

"What are you doing, sneaky." I asked.

"Let's see for myself."

I walked up to him in a few steps, the dust on the ground was very thick, the texture of stepping on it was strange, and there were some sticky feet.

When I got to his side, I saw the fat man holding a flashlight, and the pillar of light was shining on the ground. Looking along the pillar of light, I saw scattered footprints on the wooden floor.

At first, I didn't notice the abnormality, but it took me a long time to have a puzzled expression on my face like a fat man.

"You stepped on it?"

Although I knew that this must not have been stepped on by the fat man, I still forcibly comforted myself and asked the fat man.

"I'm not idle to that extent." The fat man's voice was very low, and he said coldly.

The old generation also climbed down from the deck at this time, and we found the problem of footprints before we got close.

He reacted faster than we did, and immediately crouched down to check the footprints.

Because of the lighting, I squatted down with the fat man to observe the footprints.

The old generation first looked carefully at the footprints that did not belong to us, and then turned back to check what we had stepped on. The state of the two footprints is similar, and the old generation thought for a while before opening his mouth.

"It's freshly stepped on, and it looks like there's someone else on the boat."

Under the conditioned reflex, the fat man immediately swept around with a flashlight. It was an enclosed room, with a closed wooden door visible on one wall.

The room is not big, at most the size of a normal living room. But the room was full of things, all huge wooden boxes. At this time, more than a meter away in front of us was a large wooden box reinforced with iron bars.

The old generation observed that the footprints had no light source, so he pulled the light of the fat man's flashlight over again. The aperture was turned up a little more, and the whole room was lit up.

As soon as the room was fully lit up, I could see the surroundings at a glance. It's a warehouse, and it's stacked with old-fashioned wooden boxes with black paint. There were two layers, each with a large copper lock.

Except for the one that had been washed away by the blasting, there were many scattered footprints on the ground. The three of us didn't go far after we came down, and the short row of marks that the three of us stepped on behind us was clearly visible.

Excluding ours, there were no boxes in the whole room, and there were probably thirty or forty footprints scattered around. It's as if someone has walked around the room without a purpose since they came to the room.

The footprints were not in the same direction, and were messily scattered across the open space of the room. At a glance, you can see that there is more than one person, and the old generation finally found some eyebrows from the footprints.

"The man must not have been gone for long." As he spoke, he pointed to the door and continued, "At least three people. ”

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and there were six different footprints. Several of them overlapped each other, and it can be seen that they should have walked out of the wooden door one after another.

"When did these people come up?" The fat man asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, but it must have been before we first encountered the ghost ship."

"But how did they end up here, we didn't find the door. Besides, why did they come up? ”

I was a little confused, a little confused. On this weird big ship, there is another group of people who get rid of us, and it is very likely that there are three of them, which is too outrageous by coincidence.

It's not an open sea, but not everyone can come here. There must be at least one ship here, but the problem is on this ship, when we see the big ship on the radar, there are really no other ships, which means that there is nothing wrong with the old generation's statement, and these people may have been on the ship earlier.

The fat man half-squatted and held the big wooden box with one hand, and after a few taps, the wooden box made a slightly empty sound.

"Do you think it's another fishing boat, since this boat can come and hit us, I guess it may have hit other boats before. Maybe it was the fishermen on other boats who climbed up curiously. ”

"It's unlikely that fishermen will take the initiative to get on such boats." As he spoke, he glanced at the people on our fishing boat.

"There must be a few daring people, right?"

The old generation sighed: "It's really not with you, these people grew up listening to the stories that happened in the sea since they were children, and they didn't dare to commit even a little taboo, it was really impossible for them to take the initiative to come up." ”

The fat man hmmed for a while, slapped his thigh and shouted, "Yes, I just thought of a problem." Could it be that their ship was not so lucky and was sunk? Isn't there an element of passive climbing? ”