Climbing the rope ladder, Lawrence climbed the Black Oak's dull hull as if it had been roasted by something, and reached the deck of the ship.

As soon as he landed, he bent down, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped for several breaths before he could breathe evenly, which made him laugh a little self-deprecatingly and shake his head.

I'm really old, and I've reached the point where I have to stop and rest after climbing along the rope ladder for a while, if I put it in the past......

The sound of another footstep landing came from behind him, and Lawrence put away his irrelevant thoughts, and turned his head to see Anomaly 077 climb up with him—the terrifying corpse standing cautiously on the edge of the ship's side, looking honest.

It, or rather he, was really cooperative along the way, and it was a bit strange that a terrifying high-ranking anomaly could be so honest, but as soon as he thought that this dried corpse was his only "companion" in this exploration, Lawrence restrained the somewhat strange feeling in his heart and made his expression become serious.

"Is the boat secured?" He looked at Anomaly 077 as he usually talked to his own sailors, dealing with this particular "sailor".

"It's fixed," the dry corpse nodded immediately, and said in a hoarse and low voice, then he raised his head again, and quickly looked around, his tone slightly hesitant, "...... There's no one up there, Captain."

"I'm not blind." Lawrence said lightly, his eyes also looking at the situation on the deck.

After stepping onto the deck of the Black Oak, the strange fog and shadow texture around him were still there, but there was no sign of any further thickening, and he could vaguely see the scene on the ship in the floating fog.

As I remembered, the Black Oak was almost identical to the White Oak, except that it had been abandoned for many years, the paint on the railings had been mottled and peeled, the deck could be seen deformed and warped in some places, and the superstructure in the distance could be seen covered with rusty stains.

Stripped of the eerie mist, the ship felt like a neglected version of another White Oak that had been abandoned and had been adrift at sea for years.

And as Anomaly 077 said, there was no figure in sight on the ship.

"There's no one on the boat, so who threw the rope ladder down just now?" Anomaly 077 muttered, "And when you ordered the ship to be signaled, it was responding with lights - who was the one who responded to the signal at that time?"

"As an 'anomaly,' you're quite organized," Lawrence couldn't help but glance back at the 'sailor', his tone rather surprised, "but don't you think it's strange to think about a ghost ship with 'logic'?"

Anomaly 077 shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

But Lawrence didn't give the corpse a chance to remain silent - he brought it to the Black Oak not just to avoid danger caused by this guy staying on the White Oak, but to make it somewhat useful.

"Will your abilities work on this ship?" Lawrence stared into Anomaly 077's eyes, "Can you control this ship?"

"You want me to 'take over, it'?" Anomaly 077 was surprised.

"You can't take it, it's—but I want you to make sure you can make sure your abilities can be born here

"Effect," Lawrence said with a serious face, "to sense what the state of this ship is."

Anomaly 077-Sailor, the greatest ability of this anomaly is to control and take over things with the concept of "ship", in other words, this anomaly actually has the ability to perceive and influence things "ship" far beyond human comprehension, so ...... In the eyes of the "sailors", does the Black Oak show some "special features"?

From this point of view, perhaps Anomaly 077 can help him uncover the truth here.

The dry corpse obeyed, and he stood on the deck, his hands outstretched, and closed his eyes slightly as if he wanted to feel the direction of the wind in the fog, while not far from him, Lawrence looked at the familiar things on the deck with a somewhat complicated gaze.

Black Oak ...... He is standing on this ship now, how many times he dreams of the past, he can't forget the scenes on this ship, how many times he sails, he is paranoid about the idea of finding this ship - but at this moment, really standing here, he has to repeatedly question everything, question his own judgment, question his own perception, and even question the existence of this ship.

Because the appearance of the Black Oak is too suspicious and weird, and the state it is in at the moment is definitely abnormal, although he is emotionally unwilling to admit it, reason tells him······ It was most likely not the Black Oak he was looking for.

It's just a ...... "phenomenon" created by some out-of-control transcendent vision.

Lawrence's thoughts were mixed until the "sailor" next to him suddenly opened his eyes and made a puzzled sound, and his chaotic thoughts finally stopped.

"What's the situation?" Lawrence immediately asked. "I...... I don't know how to explain it......" The sailor lowered his head in astonishment, staring at the deck under his feet, "Captain, I... … I don't feel the presence of this ship......

"What do you mean?! You can't feel the ship's presence?" Lawrence's eyes widened instantly, he thought that the strength of the "sailor" might not be enough to control this strange ghost ship, but he didn't expect the other party to give such an answer directly, "So where are we standing now?"

"So I don't know how to explain it...... the sailor seemed to be taken aback by Lawrence's expression, but he continued anyway, "We're standing here, and there's no doubt that it exists, but in my perception, it's not there, at least... … At least it's not here......

Lawrence frowned, he knew that the dried corpse in front of him should not have deceived himself, this was what the other party really thought at the moment, but ······ This did nothing to dispel the doubts in his mind.

After a brief silence, he took a breath, picked up a lantern in one hand, and turned his head to look in a certain direction at the end of the deck.

The soft yellow light from the lantern fluttered in the mist, as if to guide an invisible path.

"Captain, where are we going?"

"The bridge," Lawrence said calmly, "the captain should be on the bridge."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already taken a step in the direction illuminated by the light, and the "sailor" was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly followed, and while walking a little staggering, he said curiously: "You mean... The captain of this ship? Do you know the captain of this ship?"

Lawrence paused for a moment, then walked forward, "Yes, very familiar."

The sailor sighed, and then was honestly quiet again.

A moment later, Lawrence had reached the gate leading to the bridge.

The red metal door opened a slight slit in front of him, as if inviting him in.

"You go open the door."

Lawrence held a lantern in one hand and pulled a revolver from his waist in the other, and motioned with his eyes to the dried corpse next to him to step forward.

"Ugh...... Okay."

The dry corpse sighed quite humanely, stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the door, and without seeing how hard he tried, he pushed the door open.

Lawrence looked inside.

The bridge was empty, with no figure in sight, only a thin mist wafting between the chairs and control equipment, and on the bridge bridge, the unmanned steering wheel was swaying slightly from side to side, as if fine-tuning the course.

"There's no one here." The cadaver muttered beside him.

"I'm not blind." Lawrence said a word and stepped onto the bridge.

He held up his lantern and used it to dispel the darkness around him, his gaze swept over the mottled and old equipment and seats, and then slowly made his way to the steering wheel.

The captain should be standing here.

But there is no captain here.

Lawrence stood quietly for a moment, not knowing whether to lose or relax, and sighed, "Alas, you are really not there."

"No, I'm here."

A slightly cold female voice came from the side

Passed on.

Lawrence was instantly excited, and even the inextinguishable faint green flame on his body suddenly soared several inches, and the next second he suddenly looked in the direction where the voice came from-

The female adventurer, dressed in a captain's uniform and with her long curly hair scattered behind her head, still looking young, was standing there, her hands clasped to her chest, looking at this side with a calm and helpless expression.

"Ah, there's a woman popping up," Anomaly 077 said in shock, and then as if reacting to something, he gave Lawrence a quick look, "Captain, do I need to be quiet?"

Lawrence glanced at the corpse, "Yes, quiet."

"Yes, Captain."

Anomaly 077's interruption, though untimely, more or less diluted the awkward and stiff atmosphere just now, Lawrence took the opportunity to try to calm himself down, and then his mind raced to think about how to speak—what should he say in the first sentence?

He had spoken to Martha countless times in the past few years, hallucinating that they had been together for many, many years, but at this moment, Lawrence suddenly realized that he was stuck—he couldn't get along with Martha as naturally as he normally did when he was hallucinating.

And it was this moment of jamming that made him suddenly realize one thing.

Martha in front of her······ It is an "individual" who has nothing to do with his subconscious mind and is acting independently!