The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 190 - 191: What’s Underwater

Just now, the situation was urgent, and the crew only threw a speargun into the sea. No one suggested getting weapons, making a bit suspicious if that ’arms depot’ even exists.

"Huh? Where’s Professor Chen?" Bi Shi asked furtively from beside .

"Went to find that woman for a chat," I mumbled incoherently.

"Did you see what was in the sea?" She arrived late and didn’t witness the terrifying scene earlier.

"A hand, a bloody hand."

"Whose hand?"

"Human."

Bi Shi showed an expression of surprise, "Human?"

I nodded, "Yes, human."

Despite the very brief ti, I was sure I saw a human hand.

The underwater cara was slowly lowered into the water by the lift, controlled from above. After ten minutes, the cara was brought up again. Captain Jack watched the synchronized footage; however, they didn’t find anything.

There was nothing underwater, not even the bodies of the two crew mbers could be found.

Captain Jack arranged for soone to guard the deck; he took people to the cockpit, seemingly ready to lift the anchor and leave this sea area.

The idea was good, but unfortunately, it couldn’t be realized because they found the anchor was missing.

The ti of its disappearance wouldn’t be too long, likely around when soone fell into the water. Perhaps the second ti the ship swayed was due to the anchor missing.

But everyone’s attention was completely drawn to the incident of people falling overboard; Captain Jack again ordered the underwater cara to be put down. Last ti, they only fild the area around the ship, without paying attention to the vessel itself.

This ti, they fild the bottom of the ship and the front and rear ends of the ship’s body. Captain Jack’s expression suggested it wasn’t just about the ’small’ matter of losing the anchor. His face looked extrely unpleasant.

The person operating the cara beside him was trembling severely, almost like suffering from Parkinson’s.

Captain Jack ordered to imdiately retrieve the cara and did not allow others to see what it had captured.

He explained to the crew that so ferocious underwater beast bit off the iron chain, so the anchor didn’t disappear; it’s just that the chain holding it broke, and it fell to the seabed.

What kind of marine creature could bite off an arm-thick iron chain in one bite?

The crew had various opinions, but what they wanted to know most was whether the thing that attacked the two companions was human.

Seeing Captain Jack about to enter the cabin, I blocked his way, saying I knew what was in the sea.

His face showed a trace of surprise, then he nodded, asking to discuss it in his office.

When he discovered I could converse with him in a foreign language, he no longer called for soone to translate.

Before stopping him, I had already sent the water ball into the sea to check the situation; I wanted to know what Captain Jack had seen that could change his face so drastically.

Apart from those who stayed behind, everyone else returned to their rooms. There was an interesting phenonon on this ship.

The crew were easily agitated, like startled birds at the slightest movent.

But the staff in the dical room, laboratory, and other departnts remained steadfast, sticking to their posts—whether Sea Demons boarding the ship or soone falling overboard; they never appeared among the crowd that gathered for courage or to watch the scene.

Bi Shi once complained to , saying they were like artificial intelligence robots wearing human skin, only executing set programs with not an ounce of redundant action.

For example, the guards at He Su’s ward chatted all day and gossiped; most of the information Bi Shi obtained since boarding was from listening to them.

But the doctors and nurses responsible for treating He Su never said a word, not only did they not talk to Bi Shi, but they also didn’t communicate with each other, as if they used telepathy to describe the condition and relay dications.

Actually, I noticed this too. When that woman was rescued onto the ship during the day, the dical staff were entirely expressionless and silent.

It made think the TV shows were fake; didn’t doctors always check on ergency patients while explaining a string of professional terms?

They didn’t give a sense of urgency in rescuing the patient; instead, like a silent funeral procession, they sternly carried the sick.

If the ship were attacked by unknown creatures, anyone but vegetative would notice it shaking. Later, soone fell overboard, and all the crew ran out to see, but no ’professionals’ showed up.

Even our opportunistic team sent two people to keep watch on deck; it’s shocking none of the scientists or technicians ca.

Just like Bi Shi said, the hidden secrets of this ship are likely more than we imagined.

To buy ti, I falsely claid to know what attacked the fishing boat, but in reality, I didn’t know.

However, on the way to Captain Jack’s office, I improvised a story.

Captain Jack sat behind his desk, with his bodyguard pouring him a glass of wine; he took a big sip, probably to help calm his nerves.

"Speak, what are those things?" His tone changed sowhat, unlike when we first t.

Then he was the rescuer, feeling sowhat superior; now, he seed to have suffered quite a blow, or perhaps... was frightened?

Anyway, his tone no longer resembled a proud rooster but rather an elentary student eager for knowledge.

"Zombies!" As I uttered this word, I tried hard to make my gaze look sincere.

"What?" Captain Jack didn’t seem not to have heard the word; hence he likely didn’t believe in what it represented.

"Living dead." I imdiately changed the term.

"Really?"

No, I’ve made it up. Saying the truth inwardly, but with a firm tone: "Yes, living dead."

"Is there any way to deal with them?" Captain Jack asked after two seconds of silence.

"Cut off their heads!" I rembered that’s how it’s portrayed in movies; blasting their heads is the only way to kill them completely.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright, thank you very much for providing this information. I will try it."

"But... Captain, haven’t we already left this sea area? As far as I know, zombies don’t swim."

"I can tell you, but don’t share it with others; we’re still at the sa place, the ship is trapped." Captain Jack paused, then added: "In fact, we’re being pulled bit by bit towards that island."

Not until he ntioned this did I notice that upon looking at the island outside the window, it seems larger, indicating that after the captain ordered the ship to comnce sailing, we were actually closer.

"Go back and rest, Miss Leng; maybe soon, we’ll all land on that island." Captain Jack tilted his head back, finishing the wine in his glass.

"Good night, Captain." I didn’t linger more, turning to leave the office.

Just as I reached the door, a few droplets of water fell on my face; I didn’t look up or halt because I knew the water ball had returned.

It lay atop the corridor ceiling, and seeing exit, it promptly jumped onto my back.