Chapter 708 Clues

"In 1900, the Second District had not yet opened the server. It was impossible for them to recognize me as a star officer, let alone Lieutenant Haas." Zhang Yuanqing lay on the bed in the dormitory and thought to himself.

Unfortunately, we were not able to see the true face of the meteorite, but judging from the heart-beating sound, it must be some kind of life form.

The spiritual walkers of the Holy See have been living in the bilge, guarding that thing.

"It would be great if I could take a look. I could know the true identity of extraterrestrial objects and see what the people of the Holy See are doing." Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

At this time, his inspiration was inexplicably touched, and he felt that something was peering at him from the dark side.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately stood up, strode out of the dormitory and came to the corridor.

The narrow corridor was silent, and even breathing and snoring could be heard from the dormitory doors on both sides. An hour ago, they were gambling and playing cards in the room, and now they have all fallen asleep.

——Navigation is a boring job. Except for soldiers who are on patrol, others can drink appropriately, and gambling is also within the scope of permissible entertainment.

Zhang Yuanqing stood in the silent corridor, looking solemnly, and the sense of voyeurism disappeared.

Zhang Yuanqing grunted, returned to the dormitory, closed the door, and did not dare to sleep. He just sat at the desk by the window and waited for dawn.

"Tomorrow I will test the people in the Holy See. If they are not on the same page as the captain, then I will directly control the captain. This is a bit radical and can easily trigger a big crisis."

He was thinking about it while looking at the dormitory aimlessly.

Looking at it, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized something was wrong. This dormitory was too clean. Apart from a few sets of lieutenant uniforms and toiletries, there was basically nothing.

For a normal person, there would be nothing in the room?

No matter how poor a soldier is, he will have lighters, cigarettes and photo albums of female stars, but there is nothing in his room.

"Is it because Lieutenant Haas is a temporarily created character, so everything about him is blank? Otherwise, it would be extremely scary to think about it."

It was simple. The situation in the room was either what he had guessed, or everything about Lieutenant Haas had been cleaned, so it was so clean.

If this is the case, Lieutenant Haas's identity is not simple.

But considering the mysterious peeping feeling just now, he forced himself to endure it, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed, alert to the unknown gaze in the dark night.

Time passed slowly, and the window gradually became brighter. The warm sunshine shone on the sea, and the entire sea surface was reflecting light.

Its daybreak.

Zhang Yuanqing pretended to be energetic, holding an iron washbasin with a toothbrush and towel in it, and went to the deck to wash up.

On the deck and side of the ship, there were many sailors and soldiers squatting while washing. While washing, they used vulgar words to describe women's breasts and buttocks, looking forward to the missionary work after returning to port.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing coming over, the discussion stopped instantly, and everyone brushed their teeth and washed their faces in silence.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the navy on the deck and said with a smile:

"Where is your respect for your commander?"

The sailors hurriedly stood up and saluted, shouting "sir" and "lieutenant".

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and pressed his hands, indicating that everyone should continue washing. He also squatted down to brush his teeth and wash his face.

They were afraid of me, not because the subordinates were afraid of their superiors. Zhang Yuanqing had no expression on his face, but he became increasingly convinced that there was something wrong with the role of Lieutenant Haas.

After washing up, Zhang Yuanqing came to the cabin to enjoy breakfast. Halfway through the meal, a soldier holding a rifle approached and said:

"Lieutenant Haas, the captain please come over."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of warm milk.

The soldier shook his head.

Zhang Yuanqing ate away the toast, bacon, sausage, and fried eggs without haste, and drank all the warm milk in the cup before getting up and following the soldiers out of the canteen.

Passing through the cabin and reaching the second floor, the two stopped outside the captain's room.

The soldier knocked on the captain's cabin door and backed out.

"Come in!" Captain James's voice sounded.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the door and entered the captain's room. He saw the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, looking at him with dark blue eyes and a calm voice, implying majesty:

"Did you sleep well last night, Lieutenant Haas?"

"I didn't sleep well because I missed my mistress at the Red Pink Bar." Zhang Yuanqing shrugged, "Oh my God, I have been on the ship for more than twenty days, and I think about women every day. Fortunately, we can do it for a week at most. You can go home.”

After speaking, he saw Captain James's expression became a little more solemn.

"I called you here to tell you that starting tonight, you will participate in the patrol until we return to Surry Port." Captain James said.

"Yes!" Zhang Yuanqing stood at attention and saluted.

James nodded with satisfaction: "Go out and do some work."

Zhang Yuanqing turned around and left, then suddenly stopped again, turned around and asked:

"Captain, I was addicted to smoking last night, but I couldn't find even a little bit of tobacco leaves in the room. You know I can't live without cigarettes. Without it, I can't complete my patrol work well."

James was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I'll ask the sailor to send a few packs of cigarettes to your room."

Watching Lieutenant Haas leave, James's blue eyes were as deep as the sea.

"For a character who can't live without cigarettes, how could there be no cigarettes in the room? Lieutenant Haas's room has been cleaned."

Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on the deck, let out a "ha" sound.

Of course, if Lieutenant Haas was just a temporarily created character, this detail wouldn't matter.

But Zhang Yuanqing has the ability to sense emotions, and it has been confirmed that sailors and navy seem to be very afraid of "Lieutenant Haas", which shows that the character of Lieutenant Haas has a plot.

To put it another way, if the spiritual walker ignores "the fear of soldiers" and "too clean a room", he will miss certain clues.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing decided to verify it again. He turned a corner, entered the cabin, and found the supply office of the Logistics Department.

The person in charge of the supply department was a paunchy, grey-eyed man with a high hairline and saggy skin. When he saw Zhang Yuanqing coming in, he trembled violently and stood up awkwardly and nervously:

"Ha, Lieutenant Haas, what are your orders?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and pulled him into the illusion.

In the fantasy world, the gray-eyed man pulled out a crew registration form from the shelf where documents were placed, and checked the supply of cigarettes, wine, cheese, vitamin C and other supplies.

Zhang Yuanqing bypassed the gray-eyed administrator who was in a daze, walked to the wooden frame, and took out the personnel registration form.

The registration form was ten pages long and contained more than 500 people. Nearly half of them had their names crossed out with a red pen.

"Are so many people dead?" Zhang Yuanqing turned back to the first page and looked at the list at the top.

At this sight, his brows immediately wrinkled.

There are only two lieutenants on the list, one named Stephen Simpson and the other named Watt Ricardo, and there is no "Lieutenant Haas".

"I saw Lieutenant Ricardo yesterday, but not Stephen Simpson. There are only two lieutenants on the ship." Zhang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes.

He put down the crew registration form and looked at the gray-eyed administrator who was trapped in a dream.

"Snapped!"

At the sound of snapping fingers, the gray-eyed middle-aged man "popped" to the end and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared into the room and entered the dreamland of the gray-eyed middle-aged man.

"Lieutenant Haas?" The middle-aged man with gray eyes was in a daze. He was obviously working, but in the blink of an eye, Lieutenant Haas appeared.

Zhang Yuanqing asked bluntly: "Where is Lieutenant Stephen Simpson?"

Hearing this, the gray-eyed administrator suddenly changed his expression, his face was as white as paper, and his fat body was trembling.

"Where is Lieutenant Stephen Simpson?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.

The middle-aged man with gray eyes was shaking more and more violently, his lips were trembling, and his face was twitching, as if some kind of terrible memory had been aroused.

The dream began to shake and was on the verge of collapse.

This is a self-protection mechanism when people are in extreme fear. Zhang Yuanqing hesitated for a second between stabilizing the dream and retreating, choosing the latter.

He felt that asking would lead to bad changes. He jumped out of the dream, ignored the drowsy gray-eyed administrator, and left straight away.

He is not a spiritual walker in the first area. Breaking Bad does not know illusions or dreams. Obtaining information through dream abilities may cause crises in advance.

And he wasn't ready yet.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bilge dormitory and saw two more packs of cigarettes and a box of matches on the small desk.

He lit a cigarette without a filter tip and started smoking it decently. The green smoke curled up, and his thoughts flowed.

"There are two lieutenants on the ship. Lieutenant Stephen is missing, and there is an additional Lieutenant Haas. Will my role be the replacement Stephen Simpson?"

"The room has been cleaned, why did it need to be cleaned? I understand, Lieutenant Simpson left something behind, and the cleaned things are reminders from the copy to the spiritual realm walkers."

Zhang Yuanqing threw away his cigarette and looked around the room again.

He exhaled a breath of yin and transformed into a plump and cute baby.

"Abba." Xiao Doubi moved her arms, hugged Zhang Yuanqing's calf, raised her head, and looked at her master and old father happily.

He hasn't played with his owner for a long time.

"Find something valuable in the room." Zhang Yuanqing touched his sparse head and drew a pie casually: "When I leave here, I will play games with you."

When Xiao Doubi heard this, he felt as if he had been given a shot of blood. His face was serious, and he raised his head and looked left and right.

After Xiao Doubi stepped out of the saint stage, his treasure hunting ability had a breakthrough, and Zhang Yuanqing was looking forward to what items he could find.

I saw the little funny boy spinning around in a circle, suddenly floating in the air, coming to the table, grabbing two packs of cigarettes, and handing them to the owner like a treasure.

Did you like smoking at a young age? Zhang Yuanqing slapped his small buttocks, "It's not them, keep going!"

Xiaodoubi put down his cigarette in disappointment and raised his head, as if he was sensing something.

Ten seconds later, he climbed off the table and quickly crawled under the bed. He didn't come out for a while.

Zhang Yuanqing dragged out the wooden box containing clothes, leaned over and saw that the little funny boy was under the bed, raising his head and looking at the bed board.

Zhang Yuanqing followed his line of sight and saw a palm-sized notebook stuck to the bed board with yellow tape.

"Lieutenant Stephen left behind?"

He reached out and peeled off the tape and took out the booklet.

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.