Chapter 13

Different from the bustling central port area, the coastal port area with black port warehouse is as quiet as the wharf area at night.

The people in the port area are either at ease in the central port area or hiding in their respective warehouses, and are easily unwilling to come out and walk around.

This has brought great convenience to Lorraine.

After knowing the location of old Barry's warehouse from Peter, and after field investigation and old Hansa's confirmation, Lorraine and Hannah agreed on the next action plan against a simple sketch.

Shortly after nightfall, Peter's carriage slowly drove into the wharf area and stopped on the side near the coastal port area.

The two men split up again.

Standing alone by the sea, Lorraine looked up at the sporadic port area two miles away and jumped into the sea.

……

Linhai port area is the oldest and best preserved built-up area of the whole black port.

Hundreds of years ago, when black Harbor was still Cherbourg, this port was a French military port.

In addition to deeper and wider berthing docks, the French also built more than a dozen wide dry and wet docks along the coast. After later reconstruction, it has now become the Watergate warehouse with the best conditions in heigang.

Watergate warehouse is a special warehouse, which is generally divided into connected front, middle and rear warehouses.

The front warehouse is the largest, with a wide water gate facing the sea. At least two non open berthing lanes are set in the warehouse, which is the wet dock of that year.

The middle warehouse is slightly narrow, but higher. In the middle is the former dry dock. Businessmen filled the xiahai dam and transformed it into a pure warehouse.

Because of the towering warehouse roof, there are two rows of hanging rooms along the warehouse wall, which are generally used as workers' dormitories.

Houcang is the smallest warehouse. It used to be the residence of boatman and seaman. After reconstruction, it has now become a luxury house for the boss and core backbone of the chamber of Commerce.

Lorraine opened his eyes at the bottom of the water. His eyes were covered with a layer of transparent double eyelids. At first glance, they could not be seen, but they were tough and dense. They protected his eyes from the salty sea water and floating objects near the port, and could see things freely under the water.

All kinds of sounds came into my ears through the sea. Merchant ships entering the port a few miles away broke through the water, the gentle waves beat the bank, and some people were fishing on the beach. If there was nothing, I didn't know who they were talking to

Each voice is so clear that he can recognize the direction and the approximate distance.

The whaler's blood brought him more benefits than sonar.

His breathing became long, and he could stay at the bottom of the water for a few minutes.

His swimming style is like a fish. As soon as his legs swing, his body slides out for several meters.

With only a few breaths, he has dived deep into the Linhai port area and silently approached the No. 3 water tank in the port area.

On the other side, Haina took off her wide blouse and heavy leather boots and turned over to the top of the warehouse like a civet.

She galloped forward in the night wind and jumped across the empty streets.

Her limbs touched the ground, her knees and elbows bent slightly, and fell steadily and gently on the top of the high and prominent middle warehouse, meeting a wandering wild cat.

"Meow?"

The wild cat tilted its head and seemed to wonder why the same kind in front of it was so big and different from it.

Haina straightened up and looked at the cat: "meow."

Lorraine slipped like a fish through the underwater fence that blocked the ship and into the Watergate.

This is the front warehouse. Most of it is built on the sea. The water depth is from shallow to deep, and the deepest point is close to eight meters.

At this depth, people's sight can no longer penetrate the barrier composed of sea water, and the water surface and underwater have become two relatively independent worlds.

Lorraine straightened up at the bottom of the water and passed through the leisurely swimming fish. He saw eight rows of wooden stakes arranged like guards. They were divided into two rows, 14-5 meters apart.

This shows that there are three berthing lanes in old Barry's warehouse, and two of them are stopping the ship.

The middle berth is a small fishing boat no more than five meters long, and the left berth is a large boat with a draft of nearly four meters.

The keel is curved, the hull is slightly fat, Lorraine floats up close to the keel, and a trace of reinforcement from the inside is found on the ship plate near the central rudder.

This was the reinforcement he personally made for the Artemis beauty before leaving Plymouth.

Lorraine closed his eyes and continued to float up against the central rudder. He showed half his head at the stern and his nose and breathed softly.

He soon dived down again, dived to the wharf plank road between the left middle two roads, lay flat and floated up among the wooden piles, less than 30 cm from the water surface.

There is someone in the warehouse.

There were two people scattered in the outer warehouse, one in the bow of the Artemis beauty and the other in the plank road farthest from him. They were fishing and kept silent.

Two thick fishing lines hung down quietly, and the moon white buoy floated and sank on the water, swinging gently with the waves.

Lorraine thought for a moment, dived deep, picked up the fishing hook near him, walked around the stake, circled twice, and hooked it on his leather boots.

After all this, he began to approach the fisherman.

The fishing line was exhausted, the buoy sank suddenly, and the coil began to spin wildly.

The ring bell tied to the coil rang wildly. The fishing man who was dozing woke up, clenched the fishing rod and got up to take up the line!

The sharp fishing hook instantly tore open the boot skin that only caught a star's corner, swayed backward in the sea, and plunged into the wooden pile with a bang. It can no longer be pulled for half a minute.

The fishing rod is half a month!

The fisherman was excited. While trying to grab the fishing rod and coil, he shouted to his distant companion, "Al! Big fish! Big fish!"

"God! Perot, did you catch a shark?"

Al exclaimed and rushed to help. Perot looked triumphantly at his feet and suddenly saw a white flower with a dark shadow in the middle.

"Eh? This is..."

WOW!

A big hand stretched out from under the water, grabbed Perot's bare foot like a lightning flash, and pulled it!

Perot fell into the sea with a cry of surprise and hit his head on the edge of the plank road. He fainted for a moment.

For a moment, Lorraine hooked his neck, dragged him all the way to the bottom, and hooked his trouser waist to the anchor tip of the beauty.

Perot raised his eyes and danced wildly. The slower he danced, the softer he danced.

The sudden accident surprised Al on the shore. In his opinion, Perot was dragged down by a big fish.

The bang was probably hurt when he fell, and the red spots floating on the sea also proved that he fell very hard.

But he can't see where Perot is!

The visibility of the sea water was only two or three meters, and the rolling bubbles were everywhere. He couldn't find Perot's position.

It's been more than a minute!

Seeing less and less bubbles on the water, Al bit his teeth, tried to open his eyes and jumped into the water.

Underwater is another world.

Stake, bottom, far and near silent.

He saw Perot stretching his limbs and opening his mouth, floating on the iron anchor of the ship, twitching occasionally and spitting out a little bubbles from his mouth.

Shit?

Al quickly went water skiing to save him. He dived to the bottom of the water and suddenly felt that someone grabbed his back waist.

Poof!

The sharp stabbing sword pierced his throat from behind. As soon as it was exposed, the tip of the sword shrank back like lightning.

A large mass of dirty blood gushed out along the wound, mixed in a long string of bubbles and turned to the surface of the water.

Al turned back in despair, covering his neck.

He saw a slender figure in a white shirt, raised his head and floated gracefully. Soon he jumped out of the water and completely disappeared in front of him.

He exhaled the last bubbles in his lungs.

Head... There is a ghost in the water... The sailor is back