Mystery: The whole good living master

Mu Fange pulled Time Bug No. 1 away from the busy downtown area, and then released the thousand paper cranes again in a deserted place.

The paper cranes were flying very slowly with their tiny wings, and Mu Fange couldn't help but worry. At this speed, when would he be able to find the octopus?

It is obviously impossible to inject more spirituality into the paper cranes, because Mu Fange does not know any other way to inject spirituality except blowing air into them. Mu Fange also does not know how much spirituality a paper crane can bear at most.

But this does not mean that Mu Fan Ge has no solution. The main reason is that a group of wild geese flying across the sky just now gave Mu Fan Ge an inspiration: if a group of paper cranes are arranged in a V-shape, will they be able to fly faster?

Mu Fan Ge did as he said. He grabbed a handful of paper cranes from the space in the monocle, blew air into them one by one, and then arranged them into a V-shape.

Faster, but not much faster.

Mu Fan Ge pouted, and followed the paper crane step by step with his hands down, under the contemptuous gaze of Time Worm No. 1. Mu Fan Ge secretly swore that when he met Will again, he would ask him to fold a super large paper crane for him, the kind that he could stand on and fly with Kemao!

……

The paper cranes stopped.

Mu Fan Ge came back to his senses and looked at the building in front of him. The overall shape was like a stranded ship. The walls were made of wooden boards, painted red and white, and the hull was clearly divided into two parts. The joints of the wooden boards were nailed with a layer of rusty iron sheets with iron rods. The iron sheets were also painted, but most of them had fallen off. The heavy anchor tied with a thick chain was piled in the corner, covered by the dense bushes around. The chain had serious traces of erosion by the sea, and the anchor was also scarred. The wooden boards below the waterline were densely covered with barnacles, and the dry flocculent seaweed spread across the entire deck like hair, then hung down from the side of the ship and stuck to the hull like creepers. The weathered sails were torn into pieces of rags by the years, making a rustling sound in the wind. It can be seen that this is an obsolete merchant ship, stranded on this uninhabited beach, staying together on the dividing line between the sea and the land.

There was a line of words carved on the wooden board at the stern, and the depressions were filled with white paint. Mu Fange did not recognize this language, but judging from the semantic structure and vocabulary configuration, it was more inclined to the Indo-European language before the time travel. Combined with the hot and humid climate here, the geese just seen, and the stalls along the way selling a rich variety of tropical fruits, iron grilled meat, and large barrels of seafood soup with coconut milk, it was obvious that this place belonged to the southern continent, the former Balam Empire.

Then this line of words is probably Dutan, the common language of the ancient Balam Empire mentioned in the original work of Lord of Mysteries.

Mu Fangge put away the paper cranes, drew a door on the hull, then took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his face, and called out to the Time Bug No. 1 who was unwilling to follow the paper cranes like a fool.

Time Bug No. 1, who was too bored waiting there and secretly went shopping, ran after him at a distance, holding two skewers of barbecue in his hands.

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Passing through the layers of light doors, the cargo hold covered with dust and spider webs came into view. It was called a cargo hold, but it was just a few cube-shaped black shadows scattered around. They were probably wooden boxes for loading goods, with wooden boards nailed to them. It was unclear whether they were empty or had something inside. The air was filled with the smell of rotting fish and shrimp, and it was impossible to tell where the smell came from.

Time Bug No. 1 kicked away a shadow blocking the door with his foot. It turned out to be an empty wooden barrel. The barrel was rolling, and the remaining aroma of hops wafted out, mixed with the smell of dust, rotten wood, barbecued meat, and rotten fish and shrimp, which entered Mu Fange's nose. Mu Fange's face was distorted and wrinkled.

Mu Fangge quickly tried to push the wooden door, but with a click, the door hinge, which had not been maintained for a long time, broke. Mu Fangge quickly jumped back and hid to the side. The wooden door lost control and hit the ground with a loud noise.

Time Worm No. 1 rolled his eyes and stepped sideways through the door while holding a skewer of meat.

Mu Fan Ge, who had made trouble, held his breath, followed Time Bug No. 1 out of the house on tiptoe, and released the paper cranes again. There was a light door in the room to provide light, but when he got here, there was only darkness. Fortunately, the paper cranes had turned on automatic pathfinding, and Mu Fan Ge could also sense the spiritual paper cranes. However, the paper cranes still flew slowly, and Mu Fan Ge was so anxious that he swore to catch Will tomorrow!

Mu Fan Ge tried hard to distinguish the various black shadows in his vision, and finally chose to rub his eyes to change his perspective because he couldn't see clearly. Sure enough, the light effect of the love potion made the dark cabin as bright as day, and he could clearly see a long corridor outside the cargo hold, with wooden doors on both sides of the corridor asymmetrically distributed. Behind the wooden doors were probably cargo holds, and at the end was a very narrow staircase, probably leading to the deck.

Mu Fan Ge casually opened a door, and inside were crates stacked on shelves - boxes made of strips of wood to save materials, but they were not sealed, and were only meant to form a framework for convenient transportation.

There was nothing in the crate that could disturb the soul, and the smell was really unpleasant. Mu Fange closed the door carefully without disturbing the dust and cobwebs in the cargo hold.

The two Amons followed the paper cranes up the stairs.

The narrow staircases were winding and the number of steps on each flight of stairs was different. Mu Fange felt like he had walked up three flights of stairs. The stairs did not lead to the deck, but to a large cabin. There was no partition and the whole was a large room. The sun shone in from the portholes on both sides. In the middle was a long box that served as a table, and a row of long benches with greasy black buttocks left by the years. The ceiling was installed with staggered steel pipes, and yellowed and blackened canvas hammocks were hung on the steel pipes. Some were rolled up and stuffed on the roof, and some were hung in the air.

"Are you sure you can find an octopus here?" Time Worm No. 1 pulled a hammock. The hammock had been weathered and broke into pieces when it was pulled, and a pair of underwear and three socks were shaken out.

"Well... not sure... but you have to believe in the thousand paper cranes..." Mu Fange didn't know the internal structure of the medieval ship, but there were beds, tables and chairs, so it should be a large bunk bed for sailors.

The paper cranes did not stay in the large bunk bed area for long. They turned a corner and flew upstairs from another wider staircase.

The two Amons also went upstairs. There were no windows upstairs and it was dark. Time Worm No. 1 pointed at the ceilings on both sides and waved. Two sparks flew out and ignited the oil lamp with a glass lamp cap.

The burning wick gave off a strange smell, and Mu Fange suspected that it was a fish oil lamp.

There was another corridor upstairs, covered with hard gray-brown carpet, so dirty that the original color and material could not be seen. The paper crane flew straight to the room at the end, and then hit the door again.

Mu Fange twisted his mouth with mixed feelings, but finally he slowly followed.

The door at the end of the corridor is obviously more exquisite and gorgeous than the other doors. It is made of a whole piece of mahogany, and the carvings and polishing are more exquisite. The brass door springs and door handles are not rusted and still shine under the light of the oil lamp.

Time Bug No. 1 and Mu Fange looked at each other and nodded. Mu Fange could see that Time Bug No. 1's eyes were 1% perverted and % super perverted. His delicate face was grinning, like an evil scientist who was about to catch an escaped experimental subject, or a street trafficker who was about to succeed in abducting women and children... Time Bug No. raised his chin and ordered Mu Fange to open the door.

Mu Fan Ge reached out and grasped the door handle, slowly pressed it down, and slowly pushed the door open...

Mu Fangge’s smile froze on his face - there was a... a... a... in the room. Mu Fangge didn’t know what quantifier to use for the huge blue octopus that filled half the room!

"There really is an octopus!" Mu Fangge clapped his hands and screamed in surprise.

Time Bug No. 1 came forward, pulled Mu Fange behind him and said, "Let me see!"

"Amon?" The blue octopus turned around, revealing eyes that were bigger than Mu Fange's head.

On one side of the room, there were blue octopuses everywhere, and on the other side, there was a large group of translucent light blue bugs and a large group of black bugs with gold rings.

Mu Fange pushed Time Bug No. 1 back, turned around and whispered, "Look at me..."

Mu Fan Ge blinked. Before communicating, he had to know who he was communicating with, so he got straight to the point and asked, "Who are you?"

The blue octopus's face drooped in a very human way.

Mu Fan Ge looked around and waved his hand: "Get up!"

The blue octopus glared at the rude Amon and waved its tentacles. A thin flash of lightning instantly illuminated the room.

Mu Fangge took a deep breath: He had completely forgotten that he was actually a useless warrior who knew nothing about anything!

Mu Fangge activated the emergency avoidance mode, carefully holding the monocle, catching the lightning like playing table tennis, and then letting the monocle automatically steal the lightning.

Mu Fan Ge, whose life was saved by the racial advantage of table tennis, breathed a sigh of relief and decided decisively to pick on the weak and be cowardly when necessary. Rules are dead, but Amon is alive. So he got down from his seat and knelt on the ground to apologize: "I am so abrupt, may I ask your name, sir?"

Now it was Blue Octopus' turn to feel complicated. He squinted his eyes and looked at Amon, who had no moral integrity or principles, with the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

"My last name is Courtman..." Blue Octopus didn't know what to say, so he could only answer Mu Fange's question.

Mu Fange understood. This blue octopus should be the cardinal of Storm Pigeon: Arne Paothman... But theoretically, Paothman should be in the Rorsted Archipelago, which is separated from the Balam Empire by a violent sea. How could he meet him here?

"Well... then may I ask why are you here, Mr. Courtman?" If you don't understand, just ask. It's not shameful to ask. This is Mu Fangge's life creed.

"You don't need to know." But the blue octopus didn't give Mu Fangge face.

Damn it! Another riddler! Mu Fan Ge took a deep breath.

Mu Fange felt that he should practice his ideals against the Riddler, so he decided to tell the truth: "Then Mr. Courtman, do you know how to get the blood of the Lord of Storms?"

"Divine blood?" The blue octopus blinked slowly.

"Yes, divine blood, do you have any idea?" Mu Fange replied.

Cotman felt that he and Amon were not on the same channel. Look at what He was saying! If he wasn't hatching eggs... Ugh! He was waiting for the ghost ship to form. He couldn't leave now, otherwise he would definitely wash Amon's ground with thunder and lightning! But now he was in the belly of the unformed ghost ship. He couldn't crush Amon, who was as annoying as a fly, to death, because it was easy to fail to kill Amon and damage the ghost ship baby; he couldn't reveal that he was hatching eggs... waiting for the ghost ship to form, otherwise the ghost ship might change its name to Amon... It really annoyed me! Amon was so annoying! I was going crazy!

Courtman's whole face was twitching.

Mu Fan Ge blinked innocently.

There was a dead silence.

Amon is really good! Courtman has no idea now!