That's it. Griffith looked at the councillor, inexplicably feeling a trace of bitter helplessness on his face.

"Your Excellency, are you going to hand over the Abyss Collection to Lord Gryffindale for safekeeping?" Amber raised her eyebrows curiously.

"This," said the councilor, "has been stolen, and my butler is gone. I'm afraid I'm going to trouble you to get it back and hand it over to Lord Gryffindale. ”

"Any clues?"

"The Abyss Collection is an ancient book with a lot of absurd anecdotes and strange theories," said the councillor, "and some people think that there is a strange power hidden in this book." I protect this ancient book, but I am also plagued by weirdness. Not long ago, someone asked me about this ancient book, and it was on this ship. ”

"Who?"

"Your Excellency Salian Quarksol, a wealthy merchant," replied the councillor, "I suggest you pay him a visit." ”

......

Leaving the councilor's cabin, Griffith and Amber stared wide-eyed in the hallway.

"How about we raid Salian Quarksol?" Amber asked, "If he stole the Abyssal Collection, he must be doing something indescribable with this ancient book right now." ”

"As soon as possible, but first we need to evacuate the nearby passengers," Griffith nodded, "and we're going to inform the captain." ”

At this moment, the cabin foreman came panting, "The supervisor found a strange piece of luggage in the cargo hold, but the sailor was missing during the search, and the captain asked us to come and ask for support." ”

"Then go to the cargo hold first," Griffith and Amber quickly exchanged opinions, and then said to the cabin maître d'am, "Arrange for someone to keep an eye on Salian Quarksol, he is very suspicious, and we will come to him when we get back." ”

"No problem, I'll arrange for a capable sailor, and then ask Makarov to take care of the matter," the cabin foreman neatly summoned two tall and strong crew members and ordered them to go and monitor the movements of Salian Quacsol's cabin.

After making this arrangement, the cabin foreman was obviously quite concerned about the situation in the bottom cabin, and hurriedly rushed to the cargo hold with the two of them.

"What kind of luggage?" Amber asked as she walked.

"A big, heavy box that can hold a person, like a coffin, is left open and placed there, and one cannot but suspect that something is wrong. The foreman replied.

"Who is the owner of the box, and where is it going?"

"The owner of the goods is the Kuruzamu Chamber of Commerce, and they are mainly engaged in the trade of the southern continent," the foreman replied immediately, "according to the manifest, the boxes will be delivered to the port storage room No. 10, and someone will come to pick up the goods." ”

By this time, the three had already arrived at the cargo hold of the equinox.

"Where's the director and the boxes?" Amber glanced around the gloomy cargo hold, but saw no sign of the crew.

"The boxes are in the third division of the container," replied the foreman, "and the others are in front, and I'll lead the way." ”

With that, the foreman took up his lantern and walked forward.

Griffith followed last, surveying the neighborhood as he went.

Tall containers are lined up one after the other in the bottom warehouse. These heavy cargoes, usually furniture and clothing for guests who had settled in the south, were delivered to the bilges through the gondolas in the middle of the Chunfeng's hull, and then distributed to the ground by the rails.

The originally dimly lit cargo hold is almost invisible in some positions due to the obstruction of these cargoes.

There was a strange sound in the darkness, and Griffith took off the vanguard shield on his back, drew his longsword and held it in his hand, and nodded to Amber beside him.

The trainee investigator was also very cautious, and instead of following the foreman towards the container, she turned around and leaned against Griffith's back and whispered, "Be careful, I feel that there is something unusual here." ”

Amber said, spinning the Adamantite Gauntlet on her wrist. The suit appears to be made of precious pure gold, kneaded with a variety of rare materials, including a complete forearm gauntlet and fist gloves for both hands, set with golden diamonds and faintly shimmering pale blue.

In just a few moments, the cabin foreman had hurriedly disappeared behind the shelves, where he had bumped into something and made a noise. Griffith and Amber glanced at each other, back-to-back vigilantly towards the three-zone containers.

Soon, they saw a huge black box. The black wooden box had been opened, and an indescribably strange smell emanated from inside.

Beyond the smell, there is a dark aura remaining, but beyond that, there is something else.

A somewhat familiar but indescribable aura, could this box have something to do with me?

Griffith stared at the empty wooden box, unable to imagine what it once contained.

There was a fallen lantern on the floor next to the wooden box, which was used by the foreman just now. The owner of the lantern was still in the field of vision of the two not long ago, and disappeared silently in the blink of an eye.

Amber picked up the lantern and touched the shade with her fingers.

"Bloodstains, just left," Amber rubbed her fingers lightly, and then illuminated the inside of the wooden box with a lantern, "Foreman, he disappeared in such a bend of time, and disappeared without a sound?"

The black wooden box was sturdy enough to fit a grown man. The locks of the box are made of fine brass and there are no signs of damage.

The box was empty, except for the unbearable smell and strange smell that kept coming.

"Let's get out of here," Griffith elbowed the blonde girl behind her, "abandoning this search." ”

"Why?" Amber said reluctantly, "isn't it clear that the foreman has just been attacked?"

"He and the sailors are missing," said Griffith, reluctantly, "and the point is that it is very bad for us to be in such a small, strange and dark environment. We've found suspicious leads, and that's enough. When you arrive at the port, you open the hold and take a team of soldiers with you. ”

With that, Griffith reached out and grabbed Amber's arm, dragging her outside.

"Hey, what are you doing!

At this moment, a man in a sailor suit walked out of the darkness, dragging something slowly towards the two of them. His movements were slow and stiff, and he didn't shake like he was drunk. From the moment he saw him, Griffith felt a pinprick of crisis.

"Sailor, what's going on here, where have the others and the contents of the box gone?" Amber asked hurriedly.

The sailor did not answer her, and slowly raised his head. In the dim light of the lantern, only half of the human face remained. The left side of his scalp, skull, and left side of his face were missing, and blood was mixed with shredded flesh and broken bones. Red brain tissue was exposed to the air, throbbing strangely. In his hands, a human thigh was dragged.

"Huh!"

Startled, Griffith and Amber jumped back at the same time. The sailors in front of them immediately pounced on them.

Living corpses, living corpses seen that night in the village of Manisa.

"Get out!" Griffith slashed the throat of the pounced sailor, kicking him over the side shelves with a flying kick. But the sailor seemed to care no about the killing, and struggled to his feet to pounce on Griffith again.

"What's going on, is he still alive?" Amber looked at the splatters of blood and minced flesh, and only felt his scalp tingle.

"Take the exit!" Griffith didn't reply, but pointed forward.

Amber hurried towards the exit. Before she could reach the entrance of the cargo hold, a figure rushed out of the darkness.

The blonde girl hastily raised her hand to block it, and the figure bit her adamantite gauntlet with a loud noise. Several shattered teeth burst out on the spot, bouncing around the shelves like fried lentils.

"Mr. Security Director!" exclaimed Amber, who had seen the whole picture of the figure.

A large piece of flesh was missing from the neck of the equinox's security director, and even the bitten throat was clearly visible.

Amber reacted quickly, flipped over and grabbed the living corpse's arm and lifted it up, then twisted it behind his back. The tall, strong security director was powerless and was controlled like a rag doll.

Amber's waist and hands were used at the same time to throw him forward. The head of security whistled over Griffith's head and smashed like a cannonball into the sailor as he was about to get up.

"Bang!"

The two monsters let out a loud noise. Huge forces smashed them into nearby metal shelves, tearing them apart on the spot.

An arm flew out and slammed into Griffith's feet with a "snap".

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Heavy footsteps came from behind the cargo hold, which seemed particularly eerie in the silence of the cargo hold.

Several more vague figures appeared next to the shelves, surrounding the two of them. At the same time, the shattered security supervisor and sailors were once again active, using their broken limbs to pull at the ground and move toward Griffith.

"Get out!"

Griffith's scalp tingled with the sight before him, and he shook his head, turned and ran towards the exit.

"We're going to block the exit of the hold! Amber waited for Griffith to come out and immediately closed the latch, pulled a piece of wood against the hatch, turned her head and asked, "Why aren't they dead? What are these things!?ghouls?Living corpses?I've only heard about them in stories!"

"Boom!"

There was a sudden thud behind the door, and even Amber took a few steps back. A crack appeared in the sturdy hatch under the impact just now.

"I've come across cases where an attack on the head or incineration works better," Griffith tilted his head toward the stairs and Amber, "I don't know how many of these monsters there are." You leave here, tell the captain to order the whole ship to be on alert, gather the passengers on deck, and signal for help. ”

"Boom!"

The hatch made another loud noise, shattering visibly in front of the two of them.

"What about you?" Amber asked, "and they'll be coming out soon." ”

Griffith raised the sword in his hand and pointed forward, holding the vanguard shield to his chest, and then looked at Miss Probationary Investigator, who was still beside him:

"I'm familiar with this meeting. ”