Chapter 9

The wooden box that was nailed to death was very large. Looking at the volume, Luo Jian thought that a person could be put into it. And the box is not firmly nailed, a long time of wind and sun make the box a large area of decay. Luo Jian took her own knife and poked a few holes in it. She broke off one side of the box, and the contents were exposed under the faint starlight.

"I'll do it!" Luo Jian couldn't help covering her mouth and nose as soon as she looked at the contents of the box. She was really related to the corpse or something. Actually, there was a curled corpse in the box, which was rotted into disgusting black rotten meat. In some places, white bones were also seen. The clothes on the corpse could not be seen in its original shape, but it could be recognized that it was a man by looking at the skeleton frame.

When Luo Jian opened the box, there was also a strange smell, which was disgusting and penetrating.

Luo Jian stepped back several steps, stood on the side of the boat and took a breath of fresh sea breeze. But the next second, he couldn't help vomiting. The sea breeze also had a thick fishy smell, which was salty and wet, like a fishy smell. This made Luo Jane very uncomfortable, and her stomach churned.

After a long time of vomiting, he had to climb back to the side of the wooden box. There was no way. It could be said that the body was the only valuable thing Luo Jian found on the deck. He firmly believed that there would be some clues or props on the body of the dead. He did not let go of every detail, which was the creed that Luo Jian erected for herself when she stepped into the secret room.

So she had to lie down on the edge of the box, trying to observe the body, which was so ugly. The corpse was not completely decomposed into white bones, and there were a lot of black rotten meat hanging on it, and there were a lot of maggots crawling. Luo Jian guessed that this man must have been forced into this box before his life, because his posture in the box was very distorted. Moreover, after careful observation, Luo Jian found that the bones of his limbs and joints had cracks. He might have been forced into the box after his hands and feet were broken.

Luo Jian admires herself for being able to analyze the cause and process of death of the other party from a corpse. He is not a forensic doctor. It's very good to see so many things. At the same time, Luo Jian stands up and overturns the box and dumps the body inside. He doesn't dare to touch it with his hands. It's disgusting.

Not only the body but also something else came out of the box, a quill pen, a palm sized sheepskin notebook, a box of matches, and an old cross.

These may have been the property of the deceased.

Luo Jian picked up the sheepskin notebook and looked at it. It was dirty. It fell out of the corpse. It was black. I don't know what it was stained with. It was disgusting. She tried to endure the discomfort and opened it. Unfortunately, it was written in English. Luo Jian's English is not very good, although he can carry on some simple English dialogue, but too profound to understand. What's more, the sheepskin notebook is all handwritten. It's very scribbled. You can see that it's written by British people. After struggling for a long time, Luo Jian can't see what the twisted combination of letters is.

Luo Jian helplessly flipped through the notebook and found that there was no value. When she was ready 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, it seems to be a wedding photo, because they are wearing complicated and complicated dresses, and the people on the photo are blurred, which seems to be a very old photo. On the back of the photo, it says the time of shooting: May 5, 1645, Ron and sulia.

Luo Jian took the photo and took a complex look at the fallen body.

In 1645, it was about the beginning of the 17th century, a century when colonialism developed. At that time, China was still under the rule of the Qing Dynasty, hundreds of years from the present 21st century

Wait, that's weird!

A serious problem suddenly occurred to Luo Jian with the picture.

Was there a camera in the 17th century?

As far as he knows, the camera came into being around the 19th century, when the simplest black-and-white camera was just invented. It is a rare thing in many places! Nearly 200 years passed between the 17th and 19th centuries. How could there be pictures in 1645?!

At such a thought, Luo Jian felt dizzy. He looked at the photos on his hands with a kind of frightened eyes. The photos were too old, and the faces of the people on them were blurred. The woman was sitting on a chair, and the man was standing behind her. Two people who could not see their faces stood together. In addition, the black-and-white photos showed the clothes on their bodies regardless of color Black, just like a memorial ceremony, the Yellow photos are so weird that Luo Jian is even more creepy, so she puts the photos into her notebook and throws them back into the broken box.

Besides the notebook, there were quills, the cross and the box of matches. The feather pen can't be used without ink. Luo Jian threw it away directly. There was something wrong with the Cross Medal. Luo Jian thought for a while and put it in her pocket.

Match is the most useful, or dry, can be ignited, Luo Jane just need fire. But he couldn't find the material to burn. The wooden box was damp, and most of the wooden products on the ship felt moist.

Luo Jian thought about it and finally put her eyes on the body.Human bones can be burned. After death, the corpse will produce body oil, which is a mixture of fat and protein, which is easy to burn. The flame can burn a living person to ashes, and it can be burned for a long time.

Luo Jian hesitated for a moment, and finally shook her head and said to herself, "if you don't let go of what Luo Jian is afraid of, you will die here with him."

With that, he squatted down, bit his teeth and broke off the longest one from the leg bones of the corpse.

Luo Jian succeeded in burning Leg bone, holding his torch, walked towards the cabin door. With the lighting of the fire, the boat also looked bright. Jane went into the cabin, holding the flame high. Without the sea breeze on the deck, the room seemed warm and not so cold. However, Luo Jian did not dare to relax and looked at everything around her with wide eyes.

The cabin is the various spaces below the nail plate, including bow hold, stern hold, cargo hold, engine room, boiler room, etc. This ghost ship should be regarded as a relatively large one. The room in which Luo Jian first entered seemed very chaotic, as if someone had been violently fighting, and all the tables, chairs and benches fell to the ground and were covered with a thick layer of ash.

There is nothing valuable in this room. Luo Jian looks for it and finds out a chart, but she can't understand it. There is also a log book, which is written in English. There is also an oil painting on the wall, which is also covered with a thick layer of ash. Luo Jian approaches to wipe away the ash with her hands. What she painted is a scene of a ship being engulfed by huge waves.

"Who is so anxious to die at the bottom of the sea Luo Jian shook her head speechless and left the small room to look at the next place. Before leaving, he took the log book with him. He planned to find the partner. Although he did not know who he was, she hoped that he could understand English.

Although the cabin was very large, Luo Jian quickly toured all the places. There were stored food in the cargo hold, but most of them deteriorated and could not be eaten. There are also some weapons, gunpowder and so on, and even a few fort, but they are all damp and unable to use. In a small room, Luo Jian found a pile of gold and silver treasures, but these things can't even compare with a piece of bread.

Luo Jian is hungry.

He went to the engine room of the ship. The engine inside was rusty and couldn't work. The boiler room, the bottom hold, the side hold, the cabin, turned almost everywhere. Luo Jian found nothing. He couldn't even find a body as he did on the deck.

"What the hell is this place? Why is it empty and nothing?" There are so many rooms in the cabin that she can't help getting lost. Moreover, she is not sure whether there are still some places he hasn't found. The torch in his hand was burning to the bottom. He went into a place like a living cabin, which was the crew's lounge. He found some thick overcoats and put one on himself. He felt that it was not enough, so he put on another. Although it is also covered with a thick layer of gray, but at least not so cold.

Then he found another oil lamp, which also had oil for burning. So Luo Jian took the lamp and threw away the bone torch which looked at all the people seeping.

Inside the cabin, it was claustrophobic and dark. You could feel the shaking of the bottom of the boat and the sound of waves. Luo Jian was afraid of it. But he still had to go to find the partner. He looked at his pocket watch, 12:: 48. It's been nearly an hour before you know it. If you don't find someone, you may die.

After walking in the dark passage for a long time, Luo Jian suddenly heard a sound coming from a room in front of her.

It's like something slamming against the door.

Luo Jian's heart beat violently with the strange sound. He held up the oil lamp and boldly approached the door of a room. The sound came from the door. It was really something that hit the door panel. The door was shaking and creaking.

"Who is it? Is there anyone in it?" Luo Jian stuck to the door and yelled in a deep voice. He did not dare to amplify his voice. In this dark environment, he always felt that a loud voice could attract something bad.

As soon as Luo Jian spoke, the thing that hit the door stopped. For a moment, there was no sound. It was like the eve of a storm.

After a while, the thing that hit the door started again and continued to thump at the poor door. Luo Jian swallowed and drew out her saber. Then she opened her mouth and put the knife in her mouth. She held the lamp in one hand and the handle of the door in the other. She turned

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