MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 62 suicide note (1)

At that moment, time seemed to pass extremely slowly, like a slow motion that was too long.

Z fell toward the sea, his empty sleeves fluttering in the wind.

Duan Feizhuo called out his name loudly, but his voice was quickly blown away by the bitter cold wind.

The weight in his hands suddenly lightened, of course, he was only holding a piece of mechanical prosthesis now.

The sky in the North Pole is so cold, but Duan Feizhuo feels as if a volcano erupted in his heart.

Fiery magma poured into his limbs along the blood vessels, igniting a raging flame called anger.

He lost Z again.

But it's different from last time. The last time he exposed the identity of the owner of the trading house, Z severed ties with him.

But he thought that as long as he was alive and Z was alive, there would always be a chance of redemption.

They have a long, long time to go and who knows what the future holds. In another ten years, the queen would have died long ago. In another twenty years, the world will be turned upside down. Thirty years from now...everything is changing, the world is changing, people are changing. One day, Z will not care that he is a mystic and forgive his deception.

He will never have this chance.

"Sword in the Stone!"

He roared with all his might.

"Leave it to me!" Shi Zhongjian also responded to him.

He handed over the control of his body to Sword in the Stone, exerted strength with his arms, swung his body upwards, and flipped into the cabin from the hole.

Colonel Freeman wiped the blood from his lips and grinned at him. The ether crystal was bitten between his teeth, bursting out with dazzling light.

Just now Duan Feizhuo saw with his own eyes how terrifying the energy released by the ether crystals is. Colonel Freeman didn't even utter a single incantation, and punched a hole in the airship's thick, impenetrable shell.

If he was hit head-on by that force, even the corpse would be wiped out.

So Duan Feizhuo had to defeat the colonel before he released his power.

He didn't say a word, but Shi Zhongjian understood what he meant.

"Leave it to me, kid!" Shi Zhongjian's voice was high-pitched, and he didn't know if he was infected by his emotions, or if a sword could also produce emotions such as hatred and righteous indignation.

The sword in the stone controlled his body, he lifted the sword, and rushed towards Colonel Freeman as fast as he could in his life.

The colonel bit the ether crystal, and a giggle came out of his throat.

This crystal is a treasure that he finally got. Most of the ether crystal mines in the world are under the control of the United Kingdom. Although other countries also have mines, the output is extremely low, and the airships used to supply their own countries are stretched. Not to mention the use of precious crystals for other purposes.

Freeman has become a spy and has worked so hard until now. In addition to the orders from above, there is another important reason—that is, to become the captain of the airship, he will have the opportunity to contact ether crystals.

How powerful is the power of this crystallization! People say it is the crystallization of pure energy. Originally, Freeman didn't believe it, but after he really came into contact with ether crystals, he had to believe it.

He just stole such a small piece of fuel from the Wellington to cause such great damage, and the ether crystals were not consumed at all. Just imagine, if all the ether crystals on the Wellington belonged to him, then... no, that would be too greedy, he doesn't want to own so many ether crystals, he only needs to give him a small piece, the size of a pigeon egg is enough up. With just such a small thing, he has the confidence to stand at the pinnacle of the mysterious society!

As long as the Wellington is brought back to Vienna and dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor, does he want any reward?

He would become the first mystic in the history of the empire to be ennobled. Think about it, His Majesty's "court mystic" sounds so majestic! From now on, he will no longer have to live in hiding, and will no longer have to be used as a tool to perform dirty tasks. He can even become a big shot in the world if he wants to.

He stared at the young man with the sword. what a pity. he thought. He admired the night guards from the bottom of his heart, and hoped that these two people could use their strengths in a better place. It's a pity that all his good intentions were taken as the liver and lungs of a donkey.

Since they don't appreciate it, he doesn't need to be polite to them. For his bright future, the present disaster must be eliminated!

It was only a small step away from realizing his dream. He doesn't allow anyone to sabotage his plan at this juncture!

He raised his hand toward the young man and said a spell that would kill him ten times.

Before the spell could be finished, however, the young man disappeared from his sight.

Colonel Freeman blinked hard to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

At that moment, the young man appeared before his eyes again.

The rusty sword swung at him.

He wanted to summon a mystic barrier around his body. This is a waste of energy, but it can greatly deflect all attacks on him. When the young man's sword edge hits the barrier, it will deflect in another direction.

As soon as the spell came out, he was hit **** the head.

Duan Feizhuo hit Colonel Freeman in the side with the stone from the sword in the stone. The colonel tilted his head, and his eyes were filled with gold stars. The ether crystals bitten between the teeth were also blown away.

He hurriedly rushed to the crystal on the ground. But Duan Feizhuo moved faster, pulled his collar and pressed him to the ground, and pressed the rusty blade against his throat—just right on the bloodstain that Z cut.

He pressed the blade down firmly. The sword in the stone may look blunt, but in the right hands, with enough force, it can become sharper than a Damascus steel knife.

Colonel Freeman supported Duan Feizhuo's hand, and pushed the sword away from his neck.

Both sides gritted their teeth and wrestled secretly.

The battle between the mystics degenerates into hand-to-hand combat, which is simply not aesthetically pleasing.

But Duan Feizhuo doesn't need any sense of beauty. He only wanted Colonel Freeman to pay the price.

"It's useless for you to kill me!" The colonel laughed hoarsely, his teeth were stained red with blood, "I've already made arrangements, everything is a foregone conclusion! You will only fail and bear the guilt of murder! "

Duan Feizhuo didn't say a word, he just pressed the sword down firmly.

The blade of the sword cut through the flesh, and the blood gushed out like a spring, staining the carpet red.

Freeman didn't understand. He is a soldier who has experienced many battles, a well-trained soldier, and this young man looks weak, like a grammar school student with no strength. Why did he fall behind in the competition of pure physical strength? Downwind?

The blade pierced the trachea, blood flowed back into the trachea, and the colonel couldn't breathe immediately.

After all, his dream could not be realized.

Fortunately, he killed at least one night vigilante, and he was the leader of all night vigilantes. Every less of that guy is a blessing.

Darkness enveloped him.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was a pair of golden-green eyes, like emeralds in molten gold. He once felt beautiful but fragile, not worth mentioning.

But now, flames burst out from those eyes, so hot that it seemed to burn everything within sight.

He was the first to turn into ashes.

Duan Feizhuo kept pressing the blade until Colonel Freeman's body gradually became colder.

The high-altitude cold wind poured into the cabin, and his body was slowly losing temperature.

But even before that, his soul had grown cold.

A living person died under his hands, and he didn't feel any guilt at all.

There was even a dark sense of pleasure spreading within him.

He watched Colonel Freeman's pupils slowly clouding, enjoying the moment filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Suddenly, he remembered a sentence that Duncan McLean said.

— I know you are a doctor. I will not get blood on the doctor's hands.

Now his hands are covered with blood. He was even filled with joy at killing someone. He tasted the sweetness of vengeance as he tasted the wine of life.

He felt... as if he was about to become someone else. Is he about to lose his mind? Like Jack the Ripper was driven insane after absorbing too many powers? But would a man insane think so rationally?

"Boy, go!" Shi Zhongjian's voice woke him up from his thousands of thoughts, "They are coming! More people are coming!"

The explosion in the map room was so loud that it even blew a gap in the airship, it was impossible not to alarm the others on board.

Duan Feizhuo released the tentacles of his five senses and noticed that more than 20 people were approaching quickly. Some of them are engineers responsible for maintenance, while others are armed with live ammunition, ready to fight against the enemy who destroys the airship.

When they reach the library, they find only the remains of the Colonel...

Duan Feizhuo looked down at the dead Colonel Freeman. He was surprised to find that a layer of something had come off the Colonel's face, which looked a bit like a dick.

He lifted the mask, revealing a completely unfamiliar face underneath.

It was a middle-aged man with thin cheeks and high cheekbones, who bore no resemblance to Colonel Freeman.

Duan Feizhuo looked at the gun in his hand, and then at the man he killed—isn't he the real Colonel Freeman? Is this some kind of secret technique that can be disguised?

No time to think more. The squad of heavily armed soldiers was almost at the map room.

Duan Feizhuo stuffed it into his pocket, picked up the sword in the stone, the ether crystal, and Z's severed arm, and quickly fled the map room.

He listened to the footsteps of the soldiers. Whichever direction they came from, he hid in another direction. He still has the phantom leaf in his mouth, as long as he calms down and doesn't make unnecessary movements, the phantom leaf will gradually take effect again.

Now he is alone. Whenever he encountered a difficult situation before, he would discuss with Z, ask for the other party's opinion, or obtain the other party's advice. But now the person he can talk to has left him forever.

He hugged the severed arm tightly in his arms, pressing the cold metal against his cheek.

He had to figure out a way to release the mind control of the crew and get the Wellington back to London. Otherwise, the ship might actually fly all the way to Vienna. If you can, find out the first secret. Since it was a false colonel who was killed by him, there must be a real colonel. Maybe he's still alive, hidden somewhere on the ship.

Maybe he can save one more person.

Fortunately, Z left this arm for him.

I don't know if it was because he was so sad that he had no other emotions, or because he was born so cold-blooded and indifferent to the death of others—he actually felt a little lucky.

The arms are brass. It is his energy storage metal.

The Wellington fell into unprecedented chaos.

Just a few minutes ago, there was a big explosion on the airship. Everyone on the entire ship felt the violent vibration and heard the roar of the explosion.

It took the crew a while to figure out where the explosion had occurred—in the map room at the bow. At the same time, the crew on the bridge who were in charge of monitoring the balance of the hull discovered that the hull of the Wellington had deflected, which indicated that the explosion might have damaged the hull, resulting in an imbalance of internal and external air pressure.

The engineers of the maintenance team immediately rushed to repair the hole with the tool. At the same time, Colonel Freeman's adjutant was also responsible for escorting them with a group of troops.

Warrant Officer Levi of the maintenance team felt something was wrong. The explosion on board was most likely caused by man-made sabotage. The Wellington's journey to the north was full of ups and downs. First, it was repeatedly attacked by air bandits, and then it was fighting with monsters. Cursed" rumors.

Lieutenant Levy was carrying the toolbox and asked the adjutant in a low voice, "What is the captain doing?"

The adjutant had no expression on his face, "It has nothing to do with you."

Well, with the status of Warrant Officer Levi, he is indeed not qualified to ask about the captain. But the problem is, he feels that not only the captain, but all senior crew members have become weird recently...

For example, the adjutant, who was originally a kind and talkative person, was just the opposite of the majestic Colonel Freeman. Everyone said that the two of them had complementary personalities and cooperated perfectly. But now the adjutant that Warrant Officer Li Wei saw was indifferent and tough, and he seemed to be a different person.

Warrant Officer Levi never liked to meddle in other people's business. The duty of the maintenance team is to maintain the inside and outside of the airship. Most of the members are also technicians who just work hard. They have never been interested in the entanglements among the crew, especially the contradictions between the big men at the top.

A gate dropped at the end of the corridor. The adjutant frowned.

Lieutenant Levi hurried to the door and checked the valve on the door.

This door is specially used to prevent air pressure imbalance, and there are many such devices on airships. Once the hull in a certain area is broken and the air pressure is out of balance, the gate will automatically fall, isolating this area from other areas, and preventing the entire airship from falling into an unbalanced state.

The damage to the hull was far more serious than Warrant Officer Levy had imagined.

"The air pressure in the b4 area may be very low, everyone should be careful."

The members of the maintenance team nodded. They were well-trained and knew this situation well. On the contrary, the team of soldiers with live ammunition brought by the adjutant was a little panicked.

There were handles near the gates, and he signaled everyone to hold on tight, and twisted the ring handle to open the gates.

The air pressure outside was very low, but it was far less serious than Warrant Officer Levy imagined. He deduced that there was a hole in the hull, and the airship could continue sailing after repairing it. If it's just going back to London, it's probably fine.

It's just that the Wellington, which just left the factory, was blown up inside, and it's not good to say it...

He followed the adjutant to the depths of the b4 area. Until they came to the map room.

The level of chaos in the room surprised Warrant Officer Levi. The hole is here, and many valuable maps have been lost. Those are all military secrets! If the military finds out, all of them will have nothing to eat!

What's more frightening is that there is still a dead body in the map room. A man dressed as a military officer was lying on the ground with his head tilted to one side and blood dripping from his throat.

This is already the third death since the Wellington set sail! Is this ship really cursed?

When the adjutant saw the corpse, his expression was a little dazed, as if he remembered something. For a moment, Warrant Officer Levi saw from his face the face of the former adjutant who loved to talk and laugh. But he quickly returned to his cold expression.

"Fix the loopholes. Carry the corpse to the morgue. Order the entire ship to search for suspicious persons. I will have a meeting with all senior crew members in half an hour. Just do your work well, and don't worry about the rest, don't ask too much."

The soldiers under the adjutant looked suspicious, but the years of training made them obey the commander's order immediately. Warrant Officer Levy also ordered his subordinates to start repairing the hole.

When the soldiers carried the body away, Warrant Officer Levi spotted the military uniform on the body—according to the epaulettes, the body was a colonel.

But there is only one colonel on the Wellington, and that is their captain.

This man is clearly not the captain, so why is he wearing the captain's clothes?

And why did he die here? Who killed him? Where did the murderer go? It's impossible to jump out of the hole, right? That's asking for death!

Warrant Officer Levy was full of doubts. But he dared not ask.

The engineers in the maintenance team are all ingenious and well-trained, and they completed the work quickly. It is only necessary to trim the iron sheets with uneven openings, and then weld a steel plate on it. All the surrounding seams are welded and then coated with adhesive.

This maintenance method can only be regarded as coping, and it can barely support them to return to London. At that time, it will have to enter the shipyard and continue to repair.

Warrant Officer Levi led his men back to the maintenance team's warehouse. As soon as he entered, he found a lot of people gathered inside.

The warehouse of the maintenance team is full of large and small boxes, which are full of various parts and tools needed to maintain the airship.

A dozen crew members sat on the crates. There is a gunner team, a logistics team, a patrol team, an engine team, and a measurement team...all are officers below the rank of lieutenant, and there are several ordinary soldiers.

"Do you use my place as a canteen?" Warrant Officer Levi asked.

"You have a big place here, let me hold a meeting here." It was the crew of the engineering team who spoke. Because the engine group is also responsible for maintaining the ether crystallization power engine, it is equivalent to maintaining the steam engine on ordinary ships and trains, so everyone jokingly calls them coal diggers.

"Private gatherings are against military regulations." Lieutenant Levy frowned.

"Pull it down, do you think there are still people who care about whether we violate military regulations?" The chef in the logistics team said, "Didn't you notice that the people above have something wrong these days?"

Warrant Officer Levi didn't know whether to nod or shake his head. Of course he noticed the abnormalities on the ship, but he was just the leader of the maintenance workers, and there were officers in charge above him, so why should he worry about those matters above?

The gunner's expression is the most solemn, "I always thought that we came to the North Pole just to test the adaptability of the Wellington in the cold area, and **** a few scholars to investigate by the way. But I just found out today, we **** They are here to kill monsters. You may not have seen it, but we gunners have seen it with our own eyes. This is too outrageous! There are such big monsters in the world!"

"I don't understand why the higher-ups have to hide such a big matter. Is it because they are afraid that we will leak military information?" the chef said.

The surveying team secretly lowered their voices, "I'll only tell you a few of this news, don't let it out, or I might go to a court-martial. Our surveyors have already received the news, and we will not return to London, but to Vienna. "

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

"But, that's the capital of another country! If we go directly, isn't that equivalent to declaring war?"

"No, I read in the newspaper that sometimes warships are sent over on diplomatic occasions, such as escorting diplomats or something."

"But we don't have any diplomats on board! Besides, if it's a diplomatic mission, how could we not know about it? Now we don't even know what we're going to do or what we should do. The higher-ups seem to be hiding something..."

The coal digger said, "Don't you find it strange? How many times have we been attacked by air bandits along the way? You are all old crew members. Have you encountered such frequent air bandit attacks before?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, shaking their heads one after another.

"I suspect that someone has leaked the coordinates of the Wellington! There are spies on board! Those people on board may have been turned against by the spies!"

Lieutenant Levy opened his mouth wide, and the class was speechless. Did the coal digger suffer from persecution paranoia? But for no reason, he thought of the corpse in the colonel's uniform in the map room. Since an unknown colonel can sneak in on board, isn't it entirely possible for a spy to sneak in?

"No matter what, we must ask our superiors for an explanation." The gunner was filled with righteous indignation, "What we are facing is a monster! At least we should have been informed in advance! Do you want to keep such an important matter from the gunner? You know, with monsters It's us face to face, not those senior officers!"

Many people nodded in agreement, while some were noncommittal and refrained from expressing their opinions for the time being.

At this time, the warehouse door opened again. Everyone was stunned, worried that it was an officer coming to inspect. In the military camp, it is a violation of military discipline for a large number of people to gather in private, and serious cases will even be regarded as incitement to **** and dealt with by military law.

However, it was an ordinary soldier who came in.

"Just got the news that four people were knocked out and locked in the cabin on the ground floor." He cut straight to the point when he arrived, "They were originally guarding the two Royal Academy scholars, but the scholars ran away, and the four of them were arrested instead. Locked in. I don't know what method those two scholars used..."

Humming whispers filled the warehouse.

"Isn't there another child with the scholar? I saw the three of them disembark together, but only two came back."

"I heard the child died."

"Why? Isn't one of our missions to **** them? But why are they locked up?"

"Do you remember old Bourne? He is Colonel Freeman's entourage. Today when the colonel went to the island, he took him and another young entourage. But they were taken away by the adjutant when they came back. I was in Patrol, saw them in shackles, and went to the hold with the adjutant..."

"Lieutenant Horn is dead, Sergeant Bulwe is also dead, Bourne and the others are missing. The two scholars were obviously locked up and disappeared. Another person disappeared before sailing. All this is too weird Yes! Can't we ask the captain to come forward and explain? We are not instigating violence, we are just trying to figure out what happened."

"Someone disappeared before sailing? Who?"

"One of the engineers, just transferred here, the chief engineer forbade us to speak out, saying it was an order from above. I didn't intend to say it, but today..."

"If we come forward and ask the captain to give an explanation, how many people will support it?"

"All the gunners support it, and I am the representative. The gunners can't take it anymore. Damn it, what we are facing is a monster!"

"Okay, okay, stop talking about monsters all day long, as if you are in danger. Our survey team has similar opinions. But, how to pass our opinions up? It seems impossible to communicate directly with the officer. To be honest , the navigator doesn't pay much attention to us recently. Everyone on the bridge ignores people."

"I'll go and convince the logistics team. Although we shouldn't ask questions. I just need the captain to come forward and say something."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Warrant Officer Levi's heart became more and more heavy. The engineer who went with him to repair the map room also had a complicated expression. Lieutenant Levi felt that they must have seen the corpse's epaulets as well.

Finally, everyone discussed and came up with a consistent plan. At dinner time, the representative of the gunner crew made a request to Lieutenant Freeman's adjutant, asking him to inform the captain. There were many soldiers present at dinner, and everyone united to put pressure on the adjutant, not afraid that he would not agree.

Then...it depends on whether the captain gives them a satisfactory answer.

Everyone is a soldier, and those who can board a flagship like the Wellington are excellent soldiers who have been selected from thousands of people. They are not afraid of death, they are willing to fight. They can die in combat, die of disease, and die of unfortunate wound infections.

But they are unwilling to die inexplicably from conspiracy and murder.

They want the truth.

Duan Feizhuo covered his mouth, lowered his head, and passed by a group of patrolling soldiers. Their eyes were bright, but they didn't realize that they had just passed by a guy whose whereabouts were extremely suspicious.

The effects of phantom leaves can last for a long time. According to the phantom leaf entry in Joseph Chester's ledger, as long as it is not spit out or swallowed, it can function permanently. (Of course, very few people can last that long.) If the potency is broken, it only needs the user to remain quiet for a period of time, and it can reactivate.

Relying on the power of the Phantom Leaf, Duan Feizhuo is like stepping into the land of no one. Convenience is convenience, but what he needs most right now is not convenience.

He had to break the mind-controlling spell that the fake colonel had cast on the ship.

Yet he had no idea where to start. The mind control secrets he remembered were all one-on-one, just like what Ms. Q did to Jack the Ripper. Once the occultist dies, the occult technique will naturally be released.

The secret technique performed by the fake colonel can continue to work after his death. Duan Feizhuo speculates that either there is a prop in the world that can control other people's minds, so the cessation of the secret technique does not depend on the subjective will of the caster, and the prop must be closed or destroyed.

Either the fake colonel invented a brand new secret technique, such as a magic circle, which can operate continuously, and the secret technique must be destroyed in order to release the mind control.

No matter which one it is, it is necessary to find a place to perform the operation first. I don't even know where the props or magic circle are hidden, how to destroy it?

The only thing Duan Feizhuo can be sure of is that it must be hidden on the airship. And it has a disadvantage that as long as the controlled person leaves it too far, there is a certain chance of waking up on their own.

An example is the two soldiers who "shot" the Colonel at sea. They are all followers of Colonel Freeman for a long time, if the fake colonel Li Daitao is stiff, how can they not find out? The best way to shut them up is to control their spirits.

But they suddenly woke up in the boat and realized that the colonel in front of them was a fake, so they killed him. They said "we can't get you back on the boat". Indeed, the impostor must not be allowed to return to the Wellington and continue to enjoy himself.

Unfortunately, the false colonel did not die. He is a mystic, blocking a mere bullet is no problem. What happened to the two soldiers? Anyway, Duan Feizhuo never saw them again. Probably he was wiped out by those puppets as soon as he got back on the boat.

Duan Feizhuo didn't know why the Wellington didn't fly to Vienna immediately, but circled over the island. He speculated that it was to wait for Leviathan to go to sea and wipe him out completely. Then he must solve all these troubles before Leviathan goes to sea, otherwise, with the speed of the airship, they will arrive in Vienna in a few hours, and it will be too late to say anything.

Before he knew it, he returned to the corridor where his cabin was. Thinking that he is most familiar with this road, his feet automatically brought him back here.

He wanted to turn around and leave, and continue to search for the props or magic circle arranged by the fake colonel, but his feet seemed to be disobedient, leading him to Z's cabin.

Z asked him to read the suicide note.

Duan Feizhuo pushed the door tremblingly. It was indeed locked. But he didn't count on the cabin door opening.

He took out the ether crystal and tried to use the energy in the crystal to melt down the door lock, but when he thought of the power of the false colonel's release of energy, he panicked. If the control is not good and the entire cabin is blown up, he will never see Z's suicide note again.

That was Z's last words left in the world.

Duan Feizhuo took a breath, and transferred the energy in the ether crystal to Z's broken arm.

Transferring energy is much safer than releasing energy, and you don't have to worry about blowing up anything.

As soon as he touched the ether crystal, he realized how much energy it contained.

Most of the energy that mystics usually store comes from solar energy. When they usually go out to bask in the sun, the energy is naturally stored. It can be called a humanoid self-propelled solar charger. The storage speed is very slow, but the advantage is that the energy source is stable.

Holding this ether crystal, Duan Feizhuo felt like holding a small sun. The energy inside seems to be inexhaustible.

No, it will still be exhausted, but the energy is too abundant, storing only a little, is like scooping a spoonful of water from the ocean, which is not worth mentioning.

It is indeed the energy that can make the steam airship fly. No wonder the Council for the Advancement of Science takes it so seriously and covets it.

After transferring all the energy in the crystal to the mechanical prosthesis, Duan Feizhuo can finally extract energy without worrying about causing an explosion. He carefully melted the lock and pushed the door open.

Z's room is always kept extremely clean and tidy. I don't know if it's because of his personality or because of his military experience.

Duan Feizhuo pulled out his suitcase from under the bed, opened it and turned to the bottom, and found the envelope.

Just seeing the neat words "suicide note" on the envelope made his chest hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

"Tsk, boy, I haven't seen you for a few days, how did you become so virtuous?" Shi Zhongjian began to yell, "The night guard is dead, you don't have to worry about it anymore, why are you still... so unhappy? ?”

"Shut up." Duan Feizhuo said harshly.

Trembling, he opened the envelope.

There were three letters in total. The words on the first one were written densely, talking about how the property will be distributed after Z's death.

As a night guard, his property is only the wages paid by the government, which is not much. But he is the son of a nobleman, and his ancestors have fiefs and inheritances, and there are annuities and interest every year after the inheritance investment. He returned his ancestral estate to the crown, and donated all his fortune to a medical foundation in London. There are also his personal effects, which were bequeathed to his colleagues. For example, he left Mr. R with a Damascus steel knife. Xenophon left a complete set of Sherlock Holmes.

The second piece of paper was written on his various arrangements for the Abnormal Case Investigation Section. He recommended Miss Acheson as the leader and Mr. N as assistant. He also wrote a few words of advice to each of his night police colleagues, encouraging them to continue to do their duty.

The text on the third sheet is much shorter than the first two. Only four lines were written.

to someone

I hate you for lying to me.

Thank you for this scam.

How nice it would be if you didn't know the truth for the rest of your life.

Duan Feizhuo felt that he should cry, but strangely, he couldn't shed a single tear.

It was as if all the water in the body was frozen by the arctic wind at the moment Z fell.

After all he's been through, Z doesn't really care that he's a mystic anymore.

He just hated himself for being lied to. Hate that I have never been regarded as an object of heart-to-heart.

However, if it weren't for the natural confrontation between the mystic and the night watchman, how could Duan Feizhuo be willing to deceive Z?

If you become a mystic, you don’t have to be hunted down or put in the dungeon of Scotland Yard, but you can live happily on the island like Mr. Thales, and you can use your skills to support yourself like the Mellons. , How could he hide his identity from Z?

He carefully folded the letter paper and put it back in the envelope. Then he put the letter in his arms and placed it close to his chest.

It was Z's suicide note. He's taking it back to London.

Suddenly there was a strange noise from the next room.

Duan Feizhuo looked at the wall. Next door is Simon's cabin, Simon is dead, who made the noise?

Those animal friends he had?

Duan Feizhuo released the tentacles of the five senses and listened to the noise next door.

Some kind of animal rustled up the wall and into a vent in the corner of the ceiling. Then he followed the ventilation duct and moved towards him.

Duan Feizhuo nervously held the sword in the stone, staring at the vent on his side.

A black snake snaked out from the gap in the grille, hanging in mid-air, hissing and spitting.

Well, now Duan Feizhuo knows what the animal is hiding under Simon's bed.

The phantom leaf had no effect on the animal, and the snake's yellow eyes gazed intently at him.

Then she shook her head at him and ducked back into the vent.

"What does it mean?" Duan Feizhuo couldn't help asking.

"I think," Shi Zhongjian said lazily, "it wants you to follow it."

Duan Feizhuo stood there motionless. He wasn't sure what the snake was trying to do. Maybe the snake didn't have any idea, just came to join in the fun out of curiosity.

After a while, the snake stuck its head out of the vent again and "hissed" at him a few times. Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, he urged him a few words.

Duan Feizhuo didn't know Parseltongue, but from what he saw, he could only understand that the snake was going to take him somewhere.

He used secret techniques to remove the grille of the vent, put the sword in the stone on his back, and stuffed the mechanical prosthesis into his belt. The ceiling on the airship was very low, and with a light leap, he grabbed the edge of the vent and climbed into the pipe.

The pipe is so narrow that only one person can crawl forward. The sound of snake scales rubbing against metal came from ahead. Duan Feizhu crawled forward with his hands and feet together.

The snake moved through the pipe much faster than he did. Whenever the snake felt that he was falling behind, it would stop and wait for a while.

Duan Feizhuo followed the snake through one forked road after another, and climbed through one vent after another. Through the grille, the situation below can be seen at a glance. In a certain room, the crew members were sleeping soundly. In another room, soldiers are doing daily exercises under the supervision of their officers. There was another room where a dozen crew members were sitting on crates, arguing gravely about something. Words like "captain" and "ask for an explanation" floated into his ears.

the snake brought him to