spirit walker

Chapter 708 Clues
"In 1900, the second district hadn't opened the server yet, so they couldn't possibly recognize me as a star official, let alone think of Lieutenant Haas." Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed in the dormitory, thinking to himself.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the true face of the outer meteorite, but judging from the beating sound of a heart, it should be some kind of life form.

The spirit walkers of the Holy See have been living in the bilge, guarding that thing.

"It would be great if I could take a look at it, so that I could know the true face of the extraterrestrial objects and see what the people in the Holy See were doing." Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

At this time, his inspiration was inexplicably touched, and he felt that something was peeping at him in the dark.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately got up, strode out of the dormitory and came to the corridor.

The cramped corridor was silent, and even breathing and snoring could be heard from the dormitory doors on both sides. An hour ago, they were still gambling and playing cards in the room, and now they are all asleep.

——Navigation is a boring job. Except for the soldiers who are on duty and patrolling, other people can drink alcohol in moderation, and gambling is also allowed within the scope of entertainment.

Zhang Yuanqing stood in the silent corridor, inspecting with a solemn expression, the feeling of peeping disappeared.

This naughty Zhang Yuanqing grunted, went back to the dormitory, closed the door, did not dare to sleep, just sat at the desk by the window, waiting for dawn.

"Tomorrow, I will test the people of the Holy See. If they are not on the same side as the captain, then I will directly control the captain. This is a bit radical, and it is easy to trigger a big crisis."

While thinking, he looked at the dormitory aimlessly.

Looking at it, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized that something was wrong. This dormitory was too clean, except for a few sets of lieutenant uniforms and toiletries, there was basically nothing there.

For a normal person, there would be nothing in the room?

No matter how poor a soldier is, he will have lighters, cigarettes and photo albums of female stars, but there is nothing in his room.

"Is it because Lieutenant Haas is a temporarily created character, so everything about him is blank? Otherwise, it would be frightening to think about it carefully."

It's very simple. The situation in the room is either what he guessed, or everything about Lieutenant Haas has been cleaned, so it's so clean.

If this is the case, the identity of Lieutenant Haas is not simple.

But considering the mysterious peeping feeling just now, he forcibly endured it, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed, wary of the unknown gaze in the dark night.

Time passed slowly, the window gradually became brighter, the warm sun shone on the sea, and the entire sea reflected light.

Its daybreak.

Zhang Yuanqing pretended to be in good spirits, holding an iron washbasin with toothbrushes and towels in it, and went to the deck to wash up.

The side of the deck ship was full of sailors and soldiers washing up. While washing up, they used vulgar words to describe women's breasts and buttocks, looking forward to receiving missionary work after returning to Hong Kong.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing approaching, the discussion stopped for an instant, and everyone silently brushed their teeth and washed their faces.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the navy on the deck and said with a smile:
"What about your respect for the Commander?"

The sailors hurriedly got up and saluted, shouting "sir" and "lieutenant".

Zhang Yuanqing pressed his hand with a smile, motioned for everyone to continue washing, and squatted down to brush his teeth and wash his face.

They are very afraid of me, not the subordinates' fear of the officer. Zhang Yuanqing has no expression on his face, but he is more and more determined in his heart. There is something wrong with the role of Lieutenant Haas.

After washing up, Zhang Yuanqing came to the cabin to enjoy breakfast. Halfway through the meal, a soldier with a rifle approached him and said:

"Lieutenant Haas, the captain invites you to go over."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of warm milk.

The soldier shook his head.

Zhang Yuanqing disposed of the toast, bacon, sausage, and fried eggs in a leisurely manner, and drank up the warm milk in the cup before getting up and leaving the cafeteria with the soldiers.

Passing through the cabin to the second floor, the two stopped outside the captain's room.

The soldier knocked on the door of the captain's cabin and retreated.

"Come in!" Captain James' voice sounded.

Zhang Yuanqing pushed open the door and entered the captain's room. He saw the middle-aged man who was the captain and the captain sitting behind the desk. His dark blue eyes looked at him. His voice was calm and majestic:
"Did you sleep well last night, Lieutenant Haas."

"I didn't sleep very well, because I missed my concubine at the Red Pink Bar." Zhang Yuanqing shrugged, "Oh my God, I have been on the ship for more than 20 days, and I think about women every day. Fortunately, within a week at most, we will I can go home."

After speaking, he saw that Captain James' expression was a little dignified.

"I called you here to tell you that from tonight, you will participate in patrols until we return to the port of Surrey," said Captain James.

"Yes!" Zhang Yuanqing stood at attention and saluted.

James nodded with satisfaction: "Go out and do something."

Zhang Yuanqing turned around and left, then stopped suddenly, turned his head and asked:

"Captain, I became addicted to cigarettes last night, but I couldn't find any tobacco leaves in the room. You know I can't do without cigarettes. Without it, I can't complete my patrol work properly."

James froze for a moment, then nodded, "I'll ask the sailor to deliver a few packs of cigarettes to your room."

Watching the back of Lieutenant Haas leaving, James' blue eyes were as deep as the sea.

"A character who can't do without cigarettes, how could there be no smoke in the room? Lieutenant Haas's room has been cleaned."

Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on the deck, let out a "huh".

Of course, if Lieutenant Haas was just a temporary character, this detail wouldn't matter.

However, Zhang Yuanqing has the ability to sense emotions, and it has been confirmed that sailors and the navy seem to be very afraid of "Lieutenant Haas", which shows that the role of Lieutenant Haas has a plot.

From another perspective, if the spirit walker ignores "soldier's fear" and "too clean room", he will miss some clues.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing planned to verify it again. He turned a corner, entered the cabin, and found the supply department of the logistics department.

The person in charge of the supply department is a potbellied gray-eyed man with a high hairline and loose skin. When Zhang Yuanqing came in, he shivered and got up nervously:

"Ha, Lieutenant Haas, what are your orders?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and pulled him into the illusion.

In the illusion, the gray-eyed man took out a crew registration form from the shelf where the documents were placed, and checked the supply of cigarettes, alcohol, cheese, vitamin C and other supplies.

Zhang Yuanqing bypassed the dazed gray-eyed administrator, walked to the wooden frame, and took out the personnel registration form.

The registration form has ten pages, more than 500 people, and nearly half of them have their names crossed out with red pen.

"Did so many people die?" Zhang Yuanqing turned back to the first page and looked at the list at the top.

Seeing this, his brows immediately frowned.

There are only two lieutenants on the list, one named Stephen Simpson and one named Watt Ricardo, and there is no such thing as "Lieutenant Haas".

"I saw Li Jiatu yesterday, but I didn't see Stephen Simpson. There are only two lieutenants on board." Zhang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes.

He put down the crew registration form and looked at the gray-eyed administrator who was in a hallucination.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of snapping his fingers, the gray-eyed middle-aged man "thumped" to the end and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared into the room, and came to the dream of the gray-eyed middle-aged man.

"Lieutenant Haas?" The gray-eyed middle-aged man was in a daze. He was obviously working, and in the blink of an eye, Lieutenant Haas appeared.

Zhang Yuanqing asked straightforwardly: "Where is Lieutenant Stephen Simpson?"

Hearing this, the grey-eyed administrator suddenly changed his expression, his face was as white as paper, and his fat body was trembling.

"Where is Lieutenant Stephen Simpson?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.

The gray-eyed middle-aged man trembled more and more violently, his lips trembled, and his face twitched, as if some kind of terrible memory had been aroused.

The dream began to shake and was on the verge of collapse.

This is a self-protection mechanism when people are in extreme fear. Zhang Yuanqing hesitated for a second between stabilizing the dream and retreating, and chose the latter.

Feeling that asking further questions would lead to bad changes. He jumped out of the dreamland, ignored the drowsy gray-eyed administrator, and left.

He is not a spirit walker in the first region. Breaking Bad masters do not know illusions or dreams. Obtaining information through dream abilities may lead to crises in advance.

And he wasn't ready yet.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bilge dormitory and saw two extra packs of cigarettes and a box of matches on the small desk.

He lit a cigarette without a filter, and smoked it decently, with green smoke curling up and his thoughts wandering.

"There are two lieutenants on board. Lieutenant Stephen is gone, and there is an extra Lieutenant Haas. Will my role be the replacement Stephen Simpson?"

"The room has been cleaned, why should it be cleaned? I understand, Lieutenant Simpson has something left, and the cleaned thing is a reminder from the dungeon to the spirit walker"

Zhang Yuanqing threw away the cigarette and looked around the room again.

He exhaled Yin Qi and turned into a round and lovely baby.

"Aba." Xiao Doubi swung his arms, hugged Zhang Yuanqing's calf, raised his head, and looked at his master and old father happily.

He hasn't played with his master for a long time.

"Find something of value in the room." Zhang Yuanqing touched his brain with sparse lanugo hair, and casually drew a big pie: "I'll take you to play games when I get out of here."

When Xiao Doubi heard it, it seemed as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, his small face was serious, and he tilted his head to look around.

After Xiaodoubi stepped out of the saint stage, his treasure hunting ability has made a breakthrough. Zhang Yuanqing is looking forward to what items he can find.

Xiao Doubi turned around in a circle, suddenly floated up, came to the table, grabbed two packs of cigarettes, and handed them to the owner like a treasure.

Liked smoking at a young age?Zhang Yuanqing slapped his Q bomb's little butt, "It's not them, continue!"

Xiao Doubi put down the cigarette in disappointment, and tilted his head, as if sensing something.

Ten seconds later, he climbed off the table, quickly crawled under the bed, and didn't come out for a while.

Zhang Yuanqing dragged out the wooden box containing the clothes, and leaned over to see that Xiaodoubi was under the bed, raising his head and looking at the bed board.

Zhang Yuanqing followed his line of sight and saw a palm-sized notebook stuck to the bed with yellow tape.

"Lieutenant Stephen stayed?"

He reached over to peel off the tape and took out the booklet.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)