Without looking back, Yatta hurried down the stairs to the bottom of the cabin, not seeing the boatswain's strange expression at all.

At the bottom of the cabin, there was a very wide plank corridor in the middle, with four rooms on each side, and on the right side there were constant people coming and going, all of them in the form of crew members, wearing the same striped jumpsuit as the old boatswain, but looking cleaner than the boatswain's.

Yatta stepped forward to ask about the captain's whereabouts, but before she could say anything, she closed her mouth again, because Yatta noticed that most of the crew members had empty eyes and no expressions.

They were not carrying any fish, shrimp and crabs or buying goods, but they were all carrying stacks of documents, like clerks who helped people manage accounts on land.

And they had clearly walked past Yatta's eyes, but their eyes were motionless, staring at their instep, not at all looking at the road ahead.

'What the hell is going on with these people?' Atta was very strange, and walked forward and shook her hand in front of each of the crew's eyes, but none of them responded. He was starting to be a little alarmed, this ship couldn't be a thief ship or a monster ship, right?

Yata once heard from her uncle Isitab that in some parts of the Sava Continent, there lived a bloodthirsty xenomorph who sucked the blood of ** spirit beasts, half of them were of human blood and half of them were of low-level monsters. The appearance is no different from ordinary people, with a lot of strength, and it can also fight spells. But the brain is very sluggish, and it doesn't even have the IQ of a ten-year-old child.

These bloodthirsty xenos will rot and die if they don't have blood for a day, so they spend their days and nights outside looking for ordinary people, and if anyone who approaches them is weaker than them, they may be killed and drained of blood.

Thinking of this, Yata jumped far away at once, retreating to the staircase below, and he had already begun to discuss whether to continue looking for the captain or return to the deck to consult with his companions.

In fact, there are no bloodthirsty xenos at all, and what Isitab is talking about are ghouls like foals, a combination of ordinary people and corpses, and it is not as exaggerated as Yata imagined, and the ghouls are actually as intelligent as ordinary people, or even higher.

Isitab didn't know what this kind of person was called, so he gave them the name of a bloodthirsty xenomorph, but Yata didn't know all about it at all, he remembered his uncle's words, and reflexively regarded the crew in front of him as a bloodthirsty xenomorph, and he couldn't get rid of this thought, and the fear in his heart was expanding little by little.

After a short pause at the top of the staircase, the 'Bloodthirsty Xenomorphs' did not mean to attack Yatta, but instead walked back and forth through the four rooms on the right one by one with their papers, as if they were busy.

Relieved for a moment, Yatta felt that this place was not suitable for a long time, and he quickly dodged into the first room on the left, where no one came out, and perhaps the captain who liked to be alone here said not necessarily.

'Hurry up and find it, hurry back to the deck and meet with Marka and they'll be with you.' ’

Yata thought to herself, her eyes looking around the room, this room was a mess, the floor, the tables, and the cabinets were littered with paper and garbage, and there were many small fish bouncing on it, and the floor looked damp.

'What the hell is going on?' Why is there no one cleaning here and so many people working on the other side?' Atta had no idea what was going on.

He saw on the table a small spiny deer that could replicate the words of a memory person (a small, slow-moving spherical creature with dark green spikes all but its head resembling a deer's head). This animal has a mimicry gland at the base of its throat that stores all the sounds it hears, and the people of Sawa often capture this little thing to memorize the words and sounds they need to preserve.)

Yatta carefully walked through the paper waste, walked to the table, and picked up the back of the neck of the little thorny deer, which was the only place where it could be touched, and all the other places except the mouth had spikes.

Once in front of him, Yatta skillfully began to squeeze the little thorny deer's throat glands, which he had seen many of them in his business with his uncle, and had owned them himself, so he was very familiar with how to hear the words in the glands of the thorny deer.

Through his rhythmic pinching and loosening, the voice of a human voice began to come from the open mouth of the thorn deer, a very thick middle-aged man's voice with a thick nasal voice.

"Rustle...... Shalashala...... Leak... Missing...... Help me!...... Soon... It's gone...... Help!"

"Gray sand...... My Grey ...... Sand... Yes, it's going to be over...... Come...... Bram ...... Help!!"

The voice sounded terrifying, and even in the daytime, a layer of cold sweat oozed from Yatta's back.

It seems that there must be some ulterior secrets on this ship, and I must inform my friends quickly.

Yatta didn't want to look at the other three rooms anymore, and walked out the door with the little thorn deer in her right hand, worried about the danger of Isimakia and them staying on the deck.