Chapter 9: Ghost Ship (2)

The crucified wooden box was very large. Looking at this volume, Luo Jian felt that it was possible to put a man into the flourishing grace of the world: run away with her son. Moreover, the box was not nailed firmly, and the long-term wind and sun caused the box to decay in a large area. Luo Jian poked a few holes in it with his knife, and slammed his hand to tear down one side of the box, and the contents inside were exposed under the faint starlight.
"I fuck!" Luo Jian couldn't help covering his mouth and nose when he saw the contents of the box. He really had a relationship with the corpse or something. The box was actually a crimped corpse. The whole body rotted into disgusting black rotten meat, and some bones were also seen in some places. The clothes worn on the corpse could not see the original shape, but the skeleton frame could be recognized as a man.
Luo Jian opened the box with a weird smell, which was disgusting and infiltrating.
Luo Jian took a few steps back and forth, standing on the side of the boat and taking a few fresh sea breezes, but he couldn't help vomiting the next second, and the sea breezes also had a thick fishy smell, that kind of salty and wet, It smells like fish. This made Luo Jian very uncomfortable, his stomach twitching.
After waiting for him to vomit for a long time, he had to crawl back to the wooden box. There was no way. It can be said that the body was the only thing of value found by Luo Jian on the deck. He firmly believed that the deceased would carry the body with him. Any clues or props, let alone every detail, is the creed that Luo Jian erected for himself when he stepped into the back room.
Therefore, Luo Jian had to lie on the edge of the box and try to observe the corpse that was so unsightly. The corpse did not completely rot into bones, and there was still a lot of black rotten meat hanging on it, and there were some worms crawling. Luo Jian guessed that he must have been forcibly stuffed into this box before his life, because his posture nestled in the box was very twisted, and if he looked closely, Luo Jian found that the bones of the joints of the limbs of the man had cracks, he said Maybe it was forcibly inserted after being interrupted.
Luo Jian admires himself for being able to analyze the cause and process of death of each other from a corpse. He is not a forensic doctor who can see that so much. It is very good. At the same time, Luo Jian stood up and overturned the box, The body inside poured out by himself, and he didn't dare to touch it with his hands, that was disgusting.
Not only the body was poured out of the box, but also some other things, a quill, a slap-skin notebook, a box of matches, and an ancient Holy Cross medal.
These things may be the possession of the deceased.
Luo Jian picked up the sheepskin notebook and looked at it. The book was a little dirty, and it fell out of the body. I didn't know what was stained with it. It was weird. Luo Jian forced to look at the discomfort. It is written in English. Luo Jian's English is not very good. Although he can conduct some simple English conversations, he is too esoteric to understand. What's more, this sheepskin notebook is hand-written and densely scribbled. At a glance, I know that the text is written by an authentic Englishman. Luo Jian tangled for a long time and couldn't see what the twisted letter combination was.
Luo Jian flipped through the notebook helplessly and found it was of little value. When he was about to throw it away, a photo in the notebook fell out.
A very old photo, a black and white photo of a man and a woman, like a wedding photo, because they are wearing complicated and complicated dresses, the people on the photo are blurred, it seems to be very old photos. The back of the photo shows the time of shooting: May 5, 1645, Lorne and Shu Lia.
Luo Jian took a complicated look at the body that had fallen to the ground.
In 1645, it was about the beginning of the seventeenth century, a century of colonialism. At that time, China was still under the rule of the Qing Dynasty, hundreds of years apart from the current 21st century ...
Wait, that's strange!
Luo Jian held the photo and suddenly thought of a serious problem.
Is there a camera in the 17th century?
To his knowledge, cameras only appeared around the nineteenth century. At that time, the simplest black-and-white camera was just invented, and it was rare in many places! There was a period of nearly two hundred years between the seventeenth and nineteenth centuries. How could there be a photo in 1645? !!
Thinking about this, Luo Jian felt a bit scalp. He looked at the photos on his hands with a horrified look. The photos were too old. The faces of the people above were blurred. The woman was sitting on a chair. , The man leaned against her back, two people who could n’t see their faces stood together, plus black and white photos, no matter what the color of their clothes was, it was black, making it the same as the memorial service, yellowish How the photos looked weird, Luo Jian was even more creepy, so he directly put the photos into his notebook and threw them back into the broken box.
Besides the notebook, there are quill pens, the Cross and the box of matches. The quill was useless, and Luo Jian threw it away. The cross was a little strange. Luo Jian thought about it and put it in his pocket for a while.
Matches are most useful. They are dry and can be ignited. Luo Jian just needs fire. But he could not find any material that could burn, the wooden box was damp, and most of the wooden products on the ship felt a damp feel.
Luo Jian thought about it, and finally set his eyes on the corpse.
Human bones can be burned, and after death, the body will produce corpse oil, which is the kind of fat protein mixture, which is easy to burn. The flame can burn an entire living person with only ash, and it can burn for a long time. time.
Luo Jian hesitated for a while, then finally shook his head and said to himself: "Afraid of Luo Jian, if you don't let go, you will die with him here!"
After that, he squatted down, gritted his teeth and smashed the longest one from the corpse's leg bones.
Luo Jian successfully ignited ... a leg bone, holding his torch towards the door of the cabin. With the lighting of the flames, the ship looked a bit brighter. Luo Jian entered the cabin and held up the flame. Without the sea breeze on the deck, the room seemed a little warmer and not so cold, but Luo Jian didn't dare to relax and opened his eyes wide and watched all around.
The cabin is the various spaces below the nail plate, including the bow, stern, cargo, engine room, and boiler rooms. This ghost ship should be considered a relatively large one. The room that Luo Jian entered first seemed very chaotic, as if someone had fought fiercely, all the tables, chairs and benches fell to the ground, covered with a thick layer of gray.
There was nothing of value in this room. Luo Jian searched it and took out a navigation chart, but couldn't understand it. There was also a logbook, but it was written in English. There is also an oil painting hanging on the wall, which is also covered with a thick layer of gray. Luo Jian gathered in the past to remove the gray often, but painted a scene where a ship was swallowed by a huge wave.
"What kind of person, actually hanging this kind of painting, are you anxious to die at the bottom of the sea?" Luo Jian shook his head silently and left this small room to see the next place. Before he left, he still took the logbook with him and he was going Looking for that partner, although I don't know who it is, Luo Jian hopes that he can understand English.
Although the cabin was large, Luo Jian quickly went through all the places and stored cargo in the cargo compartment, but most of them spoiled and could not be eaten. There are also some weapons and gunpowder, and even a few turrets, but all of them cannot be used due to damp. Luo Jian found a pile of gold and silver treasures in a small room, but these things are not even a piece of bread now.
Luo Jian was a little hungry.
He went to the cabin of the ship, and the power engine inside was rusty and unable to run. Boiler room, bilge, side tank, cabin, turned almost everything, Luo Jian found nothing, he could not even find a corpse like on the deck.
"What the is this place, and why is there nothing empty?" Luo Jian turned around. There were a lot of rooms in the cabin, so he lost his way, and Luo Jian wasn't sure if there were some places he didn't find. The torches in his hands are about to bottom out. He entered a place like a living cabin, which is the crew's lounge. He found some thick coats, and then directly put one on himself. Enough, put on another. Although it is also covered with a thick layer of ash, at least it is not so cold.
Then he found another oil lamp with burning oil in it, so Luo Jian lit the lamp and threw away the bone torch that looked soaked.
The cabin was claustrophobic, dark, and I could feel the shaking of the hull at the soles of the feet, and I could hear the sound of the waves, saying that I was not afraid that it was a lie, but Luo Jian was really scared, but he still had to bite the bullet Looking for that partner, he looked at his pocket watch, 12:48. Unconsciously, it has been almost an hour, and if no one is found, that person may die.
After walking in the dark passage for a long time, Luo Jian suddenly heard the sound of gurgling in a room in front.
It's like the sound of something hitting the door panel.
Luo Jian's heart beating fiercely with this weird voice. He raised the oil lamp, walked boldly, and walked to the door of a room. The sound came from the door. Something was hitting the door panel, and the door trembled and squeaked.
"Who is it, is anyone in there?" Luo Jian shouted loudly next to the door. He didn't dare to amplify his voice. In such a dark environment, I always felt that speaking a little louder would do nothing good Something attracts the same.
As soon as Luo Jian spoke, the thing that hit the door panel stopped, and there was no sound for a while, quietly like the eve of a storm.
After a while, the thing that hit the door panel started again, and continued to slam the poor door. Luo Jian swallowed, took out his army knife, then opened his mouth and bit the knife in his mouth, holding the lamp in one hand, and holding the handle of the door with one hand, turning ... 2k novel reading network