In the first-class dining room of the Black Pearl, Snow and Sera sat at the same table, quietly enjoying a delicious breakfast. However, due to the abnormality of the past two days, Sera and Snow tacitly understood that the food included toxins.
, multiple identifications including epidemics and occult influences.
Fortunately, the anomaly doesn't seem to have spread to the kitchen yet.
While drinking a clear soup made from mushrooms and fish bones, Sierra ate bread and wrote and drew with her fingers while eating. She seemed to be thinking about some complex problem. Snow had already heard about the neurotic nature of readers.
, did not disturb her state at this time, but casually observed the people in the kitchen.
Their table was not the only one who got up so early for breakfast. Snow glanced at the middle-aged man with gray-green hair, pale skin, and a pair of blue eyes that he had seen in the casino yesterday.
Beside him, there were four sturdy men who looked like followers of the Storm Lord. Although these five people had a clear primary and secondary relationship, the way they got along was not that of bodyguards and employers, but more like superiors and subordinates.
level relationship.
"This combination...is the Punisher Team of the Church of Storms? I thought it was a living corpse! But...a whole team came on board, is it to find Jack, or is it because of the anomaly in the Black Pearl?"
Snow murmured in his heart, picked up a piece of bread, and spread it with jam and mint paste. It must be said that this slightly pungent sweetness combined with toast and fish soup made it feel as refreshing as the morning——
Even if you don't feel refreshed, you will feel refreshed immediately after eating this.
"Don't you think the waiter looks familiar today?" Just as Snow was tasting the exotic food, Sierra suddenly ended her "research" and raised her head abruptly and asked.
Following her words, Snow focused his attention on a service staff who was running before and after, and said with some confusion:
"He is the waiter in this restaurant. I met him yesterday when we had dinner."
"Yes, but are there too few waiters on the ship today?"
Listening to Sera's words, Snow finally understood what she meant. Whether it was an ordinary restaurant or a first-class restaurant, his dining experience was very good, and the service of the waiters was also very attentive. But today, in this restaurant...
There were three or four tables of guests, but the waiter was so busy that he was sweating.
This is obviously because I am too busy.
Why are you so busy?
Where have the other waiters gone?
Snow and Sera looked at each other with a bit of suspicion in their eyes, but they did not wait for Mr. Captain's notice about the dead person. After hastily eating breakfast, Snow followed Sera to his
Room.
Of course, this was not because he planned to pack a morning fire pack, but because Sierra was frightened by what he said before.
Watching Serra playing with a very "classical" looking microscope, Snow just sat there playing with the coins and dice in his hands. After several tossing and spinning, he suddenly said:
"I just observed carefully and it seems that there are indeed fewer people on the ship, but because the few people are staff, no one paid much attention."
"Where did you say they went? Did they die? Or ran away?" Sierra put her eyes in front of the microscope and observed the prepared mucus smears, while not forgetting to chat...
"I don't know, but no matter what it is, the captain must have a problem." Snow turned the coins in his hand quickly, stood up with some toothache, walked to Sera's side and said:
"Did you find anything?"
"Something similar to snail mucus is mixed with a very small amount of blood, but it has lost its activity. It is difficult to tell whether it is human blood or the mucus owner's own blood, but it is definitely not a marine creature. Although there is a little spiritual residue, it is not
There is nothing you can do about areas rich in extraordinary characteristics.
There is no way to determine the specific classification. Well, this is the limit of what ordinary equipment can do. If you want to continue the investigation, you need to trace it back through ritual magic, which will take a long time." Sera raised her head, feeling a little regretful.
Said, Snow frowned slightly as he listened to her answer:
"Not a sea creature?"
"Well, marine organisms will not leave this kind of mucus, because in the marine environment, they do not need to land frequently to stay moist, and the salt content in the mucus is wrong. If this kind of animal runs in seawater, the osmotic pressure will
Pickling it dry is like spreading salt on a slug... Oh, by the way, do you know what osmotic pressure is?"
In response to Sera's sudden question, Snow nodded. He gently touched his chin and said thoughtfully:
"It's not a marine creature, so the assumption of taking advantage of the storm to board the ship is invalid. So, what is it? Something that was raised or summoned by someone? What is its purpose? Is it related to the reduction of the crew? Barbo
Sa…”
"At least I can be sure that Barbosa is not made of these things." Sera took out essential oils, hydrosols, and brass and mercury corresponding to the gods of knowledge and wisdom from her suitcase, and explained casually:
"Judging from the state of the mucus, this creature should move relatively slowly and lack explosive power, but it has strong endurance and can kill... I mean if they have the ability to kill, they should use suffocation, dissolution, corrosion, etc.
Way, and the cause of Barbossa's death should be excessive blood loss, but it is not ruled out that this monster has special blood-sucking mouthparts, but this does not conform to the structure of normal creatures... Of course, extraordinary creatures have any unconventional structures.
It’s normal…”
While speaking out the results of her investigation, Sierra opened the mercury test tube and used a special metal pen dipped in mercury to draw complex mysterious symbols on a notebook-sized brass plate.
Seeing the mercury exposed in the air, Snow subconsciously put on a layer of protection for himself, but soon he noticed that there was not even a trace of mercury left on the brass plate by Sera in writing.
means to evaporate.
But that's right. Since Erwulong uses mercury as a spell-carrying metal, then there are naturally ways to control mercury. Otherwise, it would be too funny for believers in the Church of Knowledge to be poisoned by mercury while praying.
"I need to pray to the God of Knowledge. Do you have any extraordinary items on your body that belong to the path of the sun and the storm?" Sierra completed the sketch quickly, turned to look at Snow, who grinned, and finally
road:
"I'll go out and wait for you. If you're in danger, call me immediately."
After saying that, without waiting for Sera's reply, he turned around and left the room, not even forgetting to add a layer of mystical protection to himself to prevent two or five dragons from glancing at him when they cast their gaze.
He has an extraordinary item that does not have the two paths of sun and storm, but he carries it with something made in heaven!
