The empty white ghost image is an illusion that only exists on the back of the real world, silent and silent. Even if I get closer to observe, I cannot detect the aura of their existence.

Aura is a very mysterious thing. In this world, no matter what is good or bad, living or dead, they all have unique auras, which emit unique fluctuations. However, this row of thin ghosts suspended on the dust exists quietly in the world.

"Click."

After a sudden strange sound, the locked door of the abandoned church suddenly fell off the chain. The rusty chain was like a panicked python, hovering into the weeds and disappearing. The wind and rain quietly pushed open the obstacles, leaving me a door for access.

I stepped into it, and raindrops leaked through the four pointed windows on four walls, dimly spilling into the room, which might be only fifteen square feet.

The four windows shone in the lightning through the decaying blinds. Some tight curtains that seemed to have been installed here, but now they are mostly decayed.

Strangely, on the dusty floor, we did not see any trace of thin ghosts. There were only strange corpses lying everywhere.

These corpses have been severely atrophic, with waxy colors visible on their shriveled skin. The same atrophic eyelids cannot cover the hollow eye sockets, and their lips cannot cover the charred teeth. They are disgustingly exposed to the air, as if they are dumbfounded to question the reality, but they can never get any response.

Strangely, I don’t know if it was because of the weathering of death, the bodies seemed too short, looking only half the size of an adult.

What puzzled me even more was that there were some strange things scattered on the old floor here, such as large shoes, metal buttons, large buttons on the neckline of the round neck, and strips of rags all over the floor.

"Does these...be Thomas'?"

Judging from these unique shoes with unique shapes and numbers, these scattered things may really be derived from Thomas's wear. Zach, who is also burly, cannot wear funny red shoes, and others cannot use such unique outfits. It seems that the mayor has really appeared here and spent some time alone with these shriveled corpses.

When I looked elsewhere, I noticed that in the corner of the room, near the wall, there was a pile of grey that looked a bit weird.

Although I can't tell why I care about the pile of dust, some of the features on its outline conveys certain information to my subconscious mind.

Finally I walked through the dust and walked towards the pile of ash, and pushed the spider webs hanging around him away. Then he began to recognize the terrible side of the pile of ash...

After using his hands to remove the dust, he soon found a thin note hidden under the pile of dust, which was tied up in parchment and tied together tightly, as if a panicked person tried his best to curl up his body and build a safe house for self-defense.

“Diary log.”

The cover of the parchment is written in small words, which highlights its meaning of existence directly.

It is said that the captains sailing on the sea often have private navigation day, which is used to record some of the most secret things that happen on the ship, which may involve a conspiracy and rebellion, unhonest murder, dirty business on the ship, fatal mistakes in command, and even those unexplained mysterious events on the way of sailing.

The information on this manuscript is quite confusing. I read everything written on it carefully under the dim window to the west.

The time and coordinates of events are expressed by some shorthand password of the navigator. I am afraid that only the writer knows their corresponding meanings. Due to the intermittent text on it, I can only understand part of the content.

"…The voyage was calm and the supply was completed smoothly. Three seamen died. No need for supplementary."

"... When approaching, the turbulence and storm were encountered, and the material was severely damaged. The ship touched the reef and the ship was exposed to unknown mucus. Five seamen were killed and three were missing. Some of them needed to be supplemented."

"…The team that went ashore to fetch water was attacked, and the survivors claimed that the dead were taken into the air and heard unknown laughter. The island devoured the lives of three seamen. There was no need to replenish them."

"...Mysterious flashes appeared in the jungle, and there were suspected sacrificial activities of living people. The six-person team that was investigated was missing. The witnesses increased, and the supplement was completed with a large amount of money."

"…Unknown underwater creatures attacked the ships, and our sailing was forced into the chaotic seas. There was a rebellion, fifteen people were executed, and more people were injured, and the sailing was temporarily cancelled."

"... Unexplained ghost stories were circulated on the ship. Three people were scared to death, and one of them tried to commit suicide by jumping into the sea and was stopped. The content of the ghost story was probably that the ocean would flow into the abyss perpendicular to the sea at some end."

"…The voyage lasted more than ever before. The newly recruited crew members all showed a tendency toward religious groups, but no one could speak the doctrine and worship idols. They went to Hong Kong to fire 21 people."

"…The expulsion was invalid, and the members of the ship were still whispering and secretly monitoring me. I shot and killed one of them. But I seemed to have seen the dead man on the ship many times."

"…More familiar faces appeared on the boat, except for my crew, but did not find any. The food and fresh water were consumed too quickly, but no one noticed anomalies."

"…The crew members often say the same words in the same tone, and then sneered. There was also a stench coming from under the cabin, but I couldn't leave the captain's room. I planned to fire half of the crew."

"...I abandoned all the crew, threw these damn bastards on the island, and left here alone with courage. Wait...How did I drive this three-masted sailboat alone...Where is this..."

I quickly read the similar navigation logs in the previous section and found that they were recording the weather, hydrology, and management situations normally. However, after each section, the casualties of the trip were recorded.

In connection with the context, we can know that in the note, the Courage Ship is constantly replenishing sailors, traveling on a fixed route, like a donkey pulling and turning unconsciously.

But the further the notes, the more unstable the writer's mental state became, and it seemed that hallucinations began to appear. He used long and short space to describe the abnormalities in his eyes, and the records became more subjective.

Until the last article, he said that he started the sailing boat alone... Such a description is not nonsense that ordinary people can say at all. Unless it is a strong personality schizophrenia, there is a tendency to talk to oneself and contradict oneself in action.

Boat……

I remembered the strange ship I saw by the sea. Could it be that the author of this navigation log is the captain of the ship?
Chapter completed!