[On June 7, 2019, after receiving an anonymous call report, our city police found a large amount of suspicious blood stains and other tissue samples in a rental house. It was found that the blood stains and tissue samples belonged to the same person. The woman has reported

Missing for a month;

According to the investigation, the boyfriend of the murdered woman had left the city’s port on an ocean-going ship before the incident. After the incident, the police urgently contacted the person in charge of the ship, but found that the communication was interrupted and the ship had mysteriously disappeared.]

The photos in the rental house and the reward order were attached to the newspaper. The reward order was too old and the photos were blurred. The ink in the column with her boyfriend's name was a little heavier and dark. She looked carefully and found nothing.

clue.

Qiuli closed the "Task Release" interface. The ship that the deceased's boyfriend was on should be the same ship that she was on.

Why was he locked in the storage room? He was the chef on this ship?

She took a deep breath, put aside the doubts in her mind, and walked towards the stairs.

After going upstairs and opening a door, she appeared inside a white building.

She looked at the schematic diagram of the ship at the entrance of the passage. It was a three-story building. As expected, most of the underground were warehouses, divided into 8 warehouses in total.

My location is on the ground floor of a white building, which is considered a mezzanine. The first floor above is a public area.

The restaurant and entertainment hall are all there; the white building starts from the second floor and is divided into front and rear parts.

The kitchen and food storage are in the front half of the second floor, and the living room is in the back half of the second floor;

The steering gear is in the second half of the third floor, where the captain's cabin is also located.

The top of the third floor is a communication tower, and the deck near the bow is an observation deck.

She quietly climbed the stairs and went to the living room on the second floor.

The lights in the corridor were dim. We were outdoors, and we could see the dark water. The ship was surrounded by darkness. The lights on the watchtower in front flickered, and people were walking on it.

She lowered her waist and walked lightly.

There were two rows of identical rooms in front of her, about twenty of them. She stood at the entrance, and felt angry for a moment. At least she had some memories of the original person in the previous copy.

This time it was better, her eyes darkened, she reached out and touched her body to make sure there was no key.

There was sudden movement from the door on the left, the door lock was twisting, and at the same time, someone was walking up from downstairs. The sound of footsteps was very clear, and there was no taboo that it was the dead of night.

The door on the left opened almost instantly, and a young man came out. He yawned and moved his hands to both sides to expand his chest. Qiuli was almost hit by him as she held the invisible rag against her head.

What the hell is this opening scene! Qiuli just wanted to curse, but she didn't dare.

As soon as the man's back disappeared around the corner, he heard his voice greeting him at the top of the stairs not far away: "First officer, are you back?"

"It's the bosun. Are you on duty? I'm going to catch up on some sleep."

"Go ahead and see you later."

The sound of "ta da da da" footsteps gradually approached, and a middle-aged man walked over with a tired look on his face. He kept walking in until he reached the end. He reached out and felt in his trouser pocket and took out a bunch of keys.

His hand slipped and the key fell to the ground with a clatter. He cursed and bent down to pick it up. Qiuli crouched between the door and the first mate, slowly moving back. She thought it would be safer to hide in the innermost part.

Unexpectedly, the first mate's room turned out to be the last one.

Isn't this a coincidence?

The first mate opened and closed the door in one go, and the surroundings fell into silence again. The waves lapped against the side of the ship, and the sound of wind blew through his ears.

Qiuli tiptoed, starting from the second room, and twisted it hard, OK, it didn't open. In the third room, she twisted it hard, and oh, it opened. Before she could be happy, a man turned over on the bed and screamed.

A murmur.

She hurriedly exited! She wanted to scold him, why didn't he lock the door while sleeping?

Finally, we returned to the door opposite to the first mate's room. This was the last room. Qiuli felt guilty and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

Time was running out. She turned the door slightly and opened it. She opened it a crack and looked in. No one was there.

He walked in in a flash.

There was a "ding" in my mind, it was time for the rag to become invisible.

She turned around to make sure there was no one else inside, then clicked on the light.

This was obviously a room for a woman. She quickly walked to the closet and opened most of the clothes similar to the clothes she was wearing, which were more professional. At the same time, she saw two chef clothes.

Only then did I really relax.

I found a place to wash and change clothes, then went into the bathroom.

The face of myself in the mirror was extremely poor. Her originally meticulous hair was scattered around her forehead and neck, and she looked a little embarrassed. However, her face still looked like Qiuli's.

After all the hard work, it was already 3:30 in the morning. She rummaged through the original owner's things and found a work permit. Now she was even more sure that this was indeed her room.

In addition, I also found a copy of "Crew's Cookbook" and a desk calendar with the latest day on the bedside table.

On June 8, she remembered that the task was released on June 7, so she lay down on the bed tiredly and turned off the light.

She had lost a day, she thought a second before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as soon as 6 o'clock arrived, Qiuli opened her eyes from the bed. This biological clock was completely reliable.

After she washed up, she put on a chef's uniform and looked in the mirror. Her face regained some color and gained a little more color.

There were not many people who got up early, and they appeared on the deck sporadically. She walked along the corridor to the kitchen, and then met a fat black man.

He was wearing an apron and kneading dough on the chopping board.

Qiuli walked in, and he was stunned for a moment. He even forgot to knead the dough and stared at Qiuli blankly.

Qiuli glanced at him: "What are you looking at!"

The fat black man immediately looked away, nodded and bowed: "Good morning, chef."

"Well, morning."

The fat black man looked at her strangely, as if he wasn't used to Qiuli's reply.

Qiuli's heart "thumped".

She remembered rule number one: play your part well.

Could it be that I overacted? But I clearly didn’t do anything?

She walked around the kitchen and saw a schedule on the refrigerator:

Kitchen manager: Qiuli;

Breakfast: Yang Erpang;

Chinese food: Shen Bing;

Dinner; Yang Erpang, Shen Bing.

Qiuli has nothing to do with feelings. She touched her chin and began to suspect that there might be someone above her.

"Pang Yang." Qiuli called out.

The fat black man immediately came over: "Here."

"You see, you are so busy every day, and I am the only one who is free. Yesterday, I thought about it all day and decided that starting from today, I want to change."

Qiuli turned on the faucet and cleaned her hands.

"As a chef, I want to convince people with my virtue. Come over here and give me a try."

Qiuli pointed to the dough that was almost kneaded on the chopping board, "You continue, I'll watch."

Yang Erpang, who had been looking forward to it just now, immediately fell back to her original position. Sure enough, she just had a temporary idea.
Chapter completed!