The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 180 - 181: Bone Shrinking Skill? Impossible!

Of course, just because no one talks about it openly doesn’t an they don’t ntion it privately.

Especially the crew mber who is convinced his room is haunted, he directly pointed the finger at .

His reasoning is quite strong because among the entire crew, only I slled of toilet cleaner.

His imagination is quite vivid, so when he confronted directly, I asked him in return, since his room was locked from the inside, how could I have snuck into his room?

His answer left a deep impression on ; he said there is a magical martial art in the East called Bone Shrinking Skill, maybe I used this skill to crawl into his room through the toilet.

If soone could enter a room by crawling through a toilet, even if it wasn’t a ghost, it would be at the level of a horror movie.

I could only explain that the toilet in the room was too dirty, and I couldn’t stand it, so I wanted to clean it a bit, but I ended up using too much cleaner and got it on my clothes. Captain Jack didn’t prepare a change of clothes for , so I ended up slling like toilet cleaner.

Compared to his bizarre martial arts conjecture, my explanation is clearly closer to science.

The other crew mbers on the ship were more inclined to believe , so the rumors died down for an afternoon.

Yes, just an afternoon, because that night, the little thing went out to play again. It seed to be addicted to it, playing with the water in the bathroom, and then jumping onto people’s beds, leaving a string of wet footprints, one of which landed on a person’s face.

It directly woke that crew mber up, who rushed out of the room shouting, and it took advantage of the opportunity to slip away, leaving only a man screaming in the hallway.

So when I opened the door to stand in the hallway, the little thing jumped right into my arms.

It was still wet, so I quickly went back to my room to grab a towel and wrap it up.

After drying the droplets on its surface, I put the towel back in the bathroom and found that I could touch it, although it felt cool to the touch, like touching a water balloon.

I sared water and soap suds on my face and went back to the hallway, to cover up the water on my clothes.

The man kept shouting that there was sothing in his room, but when the other crew mbers went in to check, they found nothing.

The man pointed to the wet footprints on the bed and the water stains on his face, describing the incident with excitent and fear.

He said sothing jumped onto his bed and one foot landed on his face. The bathroom was full of water, and he didn’t know when the faucet started running.

This made the people on the ship completely believe the morning’s words, as they were on a mission, not a vacation, and no one would deliberately pull such a prank unless they were done with their job.

The water balloon lay on my back, seeing the others panicking, kicking its little legs, very happy.

The ’ghost’ event alard Captain Jack, as the handprints on the mirror and footprints on the sheets were real evidence.

If the truth of the situation couldn’t be uncovered, the crew would certainly be anxious, as this is at sea where fear would multiply because there’s no getting off to escape or seek help; ships, planes, trains, and islands are all considered locked rooms in mystery novels.

I told the water balloon to behave; after all, it’s not a ghost. Captain Jack isn’t really a captain either; he’s ’Shield’s man and is accustod to such extraordinary things.

Captain Jack is actually just a code na; he didn’t ignore this ghost event but didn’t seem overly worried.

He arranged for a crew to search the ship, using so advanced scanning equipnt.

I was afraid that the water balloon might be discovered by them, so I quietly took it to the deck and tossed it into the sea when no one was paying attention.

It can swim and dive without issue, so I wasn’t worried about it drowning.

The ship is monitored everywhere, so Captain Jack sent people to review the surveillance tapes from the past couple of days.

The water balloon has no temperature, so heat imaging equipnt was useless against it, and I believed night vision couldn’t see it either.

But Captain Jack used so other ans, requesting samples of the liquid from the bathroom handprints and the footprints on the bed, as the ship had a laboratory ready for imdiate testing.

We were asked to stay in the hallway, unable to move freely. Bi Shi sidled up to , raised her eyebrows, and quietly asked, "Where did it go?"

I naturally knew who she was asking about, glancing at the window behind , beyond which lay the vast sea.

They found a string of wet footprints in the hallway, leading from the crew mber’s room to the outside of my door.

However, the footprints didn’t stretch into my room; they just disappeared into thin air.

But earlier that morning, soone had accused of being the ’ghost,’ and now little footprints vanished at my door, making look like the pri suspect.

Captain Jack dispatched people to thoroughly check my room, and I had deliberately splashed water around the sink area earlier. My face still had traces of soap that hadn’t been wiped clean, so it was normal for my clothes to be a bit wet.

The little thing had spent the night playing outside, leaving no footprints or handprints in the room, so Captain Jack’s n didn’t find anything unusual.

However, his crew seed to believe I was the one responsible for the mischief, looking at with hostility.

They didn’t extract fingerprints from the handprints, suspecting the perpetrator wore rubber gloves.

Captain Jack clearly didn’t believe it was a ghost, although he didn’t say it outright, he made quite a few hints, asking to stay in my room and not move around.

He even posted two people outside my door, setting up surveillance equipnt in my room under the pretext of ensuring my personal safety.

The little thing was already put back into the sea, and nothing in my room was worth their monitoring, allowing to put my mind at ease.

On the third night, under strict surveillance, the ship was haunted again.

This ti, people heard laughter in the middle of the night, and more than one person heard it.

One of them was keeping watch on the deck when soone blew air down the back of his neck. At first, he thought it was the sea breeze, but then the wind blew into his ear, scaring him into a shiver, looking around yet finding no one.

Not only was there no one, this ti there weren’t even any footprints, scaring him into quickly summoning his partner to search together, still without finding a single soul.

The other person who encountered the ghost was sleeping in his cabin, starting with feeling the blanket being pulled down as if by soone. When he opened his eyes, there was no one by the bed.

He pulled the blanket back up, but after a while, sothing pulled the blanket again. He was quite brave, jumping out of bed, grabbing a fruit knife from the table, and stabbing into the air.

Unfortunately, he didn’t hit anything, and even more frightening was the laughter coming from behind him.

When he suddenly turned around, there was nothing behind him, just a bare wall.

He finally couldn’t stand it, rushing out of the room to call his companions in the hallway.

I initially thought they worked with Captain Jack, so their acceptance level for supernatural events might be higher than ordinary people, but after three days, I felt their courage was no bigger than Guan Hai and Cong Zhibo.