Early in the morning, the cook woke up the first to prepare breakfast for all the crew, and he came to the cabin to get some potatoes, fresh, plain potatoes that had not yet been contaminated by Frank.

"Ahh

He saw a horrible picture, a door panel, a cabin, a ceiling covered with fish scales, a blood-red viscous liquid and a lump of flesh all over the floor.

The bilge was filled with a strong mixture of spicy and fishy smells. The chef's action of opening the hatch caused the smell to blow out and quickly spread to the cabin.

Frank stood in the blood-red mud, his cuffs and trouser legs rolled up high, but still inevitably stained with large patches of bright red and a small amount of unidentified yellow-green stains, and his lips still had unwiped red marks, and he smiled brightly.

"Hey, good morning!"

The chef saw Frank's somewhat reddened teeth and crumbs of meat between his teeth.

The chef ran away, screaming, and the shallow future boiled.

Gadelia quickly reached the entrance of the cabin, a pair of heavy glasses on the bridge of her nose that obscured her mysterious dark purple eyes.

"Frank, what's going on?"

Gadelia looked at Frank with a serious face and a calm tone, looking condescendingly at Frank, who was hunched over to clean up the stains on the ground.

Crane stood on the side of Gardelia, and wanted to peek into the door to take a closer look, but thinking that this did not match Gelman's identity, and it was not easy to make a noise, he took the initiative to enter the bilge, and could only see the scales and dirty floor through the small entrance.

"Captain, nothing serious, something happened to my new research, I'm cleaning it up."

Frank straightened up, replied with a smile, and scratched his head with his lush hair.

"You come up first."

Gadelia was in a steady mood, her tone was calm, and she said quite skillfully.

Seeing Frank leap out of the bilge in a few steps, Cordelia's right palm quickly formed a slowly rotating cloud of star sand, she carefully controlled the glow, allowing it to flow to all anomalous objects, covering the surface, those raised scales and residual liquid and flesh all lit up, they dissolved and collapsed in the intermingle, dissipating into the air.

"Tell me what happened."

Frank's eyes brightened suddenly, and he said excitedly:

"I got a helper, he was more open-minded, he came up with a lot of new ideas, I experimented with him last night, and accidentally didn't control the power, and the size of those fish suddenly swelled, and finally exploded, and it was all over the ground."

"Where did you get the help?"

"Captain, I seem to be schizophrenic, I heard another me talking, with his help, I feel that the strength of my ability has been amplified, but the effect on the test subject seems to have been distorted and mutated, it may be that I have just differentiated this personality, and my mental state is not stable enough, which affects the control of my ability."

"I really feel like that's me, and we're in high alignment, Captain, you know, the vast majority of people can't understand the will of the Great Mother."

Gadelia frowned slightly, she looked Frank up and down carefully, and found nothing unusual, and after a brief silence, Gadelia took off her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Her eyes were purple and restrained, and her eyes became dark, and the tall figure of Frank reflected in her eyes seemed to be sucked into an invisible abyss.

After a while, Gardelia closed her eyes and put her glasses back on, her brow furrowed even tighter.

She didn't see anything, and she got the message that everything was fine with Frank.

She turned her head to look around the crowd, and said to an old man with a pointed floppy hat:

"Ottolov, put down your books these days, look at Frank, what is wrong with him, notify me in time."

"Okay, but I don't think he's been too normal."

Otolov smiled kindly.

"Frank, stop the experiment for the next few days."

Seeing the captain's serious face and listening to her solemn words, Frank responded with some regret:

"Well, Captain, I can sort out my thoughts, I got a lot of inspiration last night."

Klein watched the whole process with the same expression, and he already had the answer in his heart.

I wonder if Ms. Hermit would have raised the price halfway if she had known that this was my pot?

I have to tell the lamp god to settle down a little, alas, I don't know if it works, he doesn't look like he's going to listen to me, but I'm also the holder, so I don't have any status at all.

The Future moved steadily according to the original voyage, and all the whaling ships and pirate ships it encountered fled in a hurry, like a shoal of gulls and herons that had been startled.

When the Future slowly stopped, Crane was bitterly persuading the lamp god to be kind, and Crane, who did not get a response, casually loaded the magic lamp and walked out.

Gadelia had already reached the deck, and when she saw Gelman coming out, she explained in a loud voice:

"Someone has found a remnant of what is said to be from the Quaternary period at the bottom of the sea here, and we plan to stop by to see it."

Madam, archaeology and tomb robbing have been high-risk occupations since ancient times, and your casual exploration won't lead to any Book of Elven Kings.

Wet Nina came out of the sea, and when she returned to the ship, she took a metal bar that was so rusty that she could not see its original appearance and a piece of black hard dirt covered with honeycombs, and complained to Cordelia:

"Where is there a deep sea giant well, the wellhead is so big......"

Crane looked at the two things carefully, and couldn't think of what they were.

Then, he saw the figure of the god of lights, who floated to Gadelia's side, craned his neck to look at what she was holding, but after a while, he was attracted to something else, his eyes switching between Nina and Cardelia, and finally shook his head at Gardelia's chest, showing a sympathetic expression.

Crane was speechless for a moment, and when Nina finished telling all the information, Crane returned to the cabin.

Approaching the entrance, he suddenly felt that he was being watched, and in a room on the upper level of the cabin, there was a pair of eyes, hiding behind the shadows, looking at him indifferently.

Crane restrained the sudden tension in his body and returned to his room as if nothing had happened.

"Do you sense the danger lurking in the upper rooms of the cabin?"

Crane tensed his nerves and asked the lamp god.

"Don't worry, an old friend, I'll go say hello to her later."

Hearing this, Klein was even more uneasy, but he didn't know whether he should ask about the name of the old friend of the lamp god, so he changed the subject.

"Do you know what that deep well is? Is it a Quaternary architecture? ”

The lamp god suddenly became excited, looked at Klein with meaningful eyes, and said:

"I think you should dig into your memory, maybe you've stumbled across that kind of black dirt with strange holes somewhere."

"I won't say much else, your promotion is imminent, I'm afraid that I will give the answer directly and affect your mood."

"After all, not telling your child's parents about divorce before the exam is humanitarian concern."