The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb! Chapter 206 - 207: Who Isn’t a Villain Nowadays?

We previously only knew that the captain contacted headquarters every three days. If the assigned personnel on the ship could contact headquarters alone, their communication cycle might be different from the captain’s.

Since navigation is tedious, nothing may happen in three days, but the lab is always researching, and maybe there are new developnts every day.

After I sabotaged the lab, no one had contacted ’Shield’ headquarters. If it’s overdue, they might get suspicious.

However, after losing contact with the lab, they would definitely contact the captain first to inquire about the situation here. Maybe it’s just a line fault.

The few people rescued from the cell were arranged by the leader in the captain’s office, the engine room, and the cockpit to help watch the communicator.

If soone calls the ship, they should first stall for ti, saying the captain is handling an ergency.

Chen Qinghan asked the leader if those few had received any incoming calls from outside. The leader said no, they held walkie-talkies, reporting the situation at any ti. From when we left to when we returned, everything on the ship was normal.

Captain Jack thought for a mont before answering Chen Qinghan’s question. He said the lab always had its doors closed, and he wasn’t clear about when the people inside contacted headquarters, but he did know about the dical room, as they would report to headquarters whenever there was a new patient on board.

This ans that when our group boarded, the dical room had already reported to headquarters.

Cong Zhibo didn’t mind much; he was poisoned by into a vegetative state. After investigation, he was no more than a poisoned ordinary person.

But He Su was different. Had those non-human doctors discovered her special traits?

Yet, thinking again, it didn’t matter if she was discovered. She survived till today not because of luck but because of strength. She might not have captured ’Shield’ for dinner, which is good enough.

The worry of ’being discovered by similar beings, I am also in danger’ flashed through the mind when Chen Qinghan asked Captain Jack if ’Shield’ had installed a tracker on the ship.

Captain Jack said of course, but with or without it, it was the sa because fishing boats rarely had fixed routes. Deviating from the set course, turning off temporarily, or mooring near unnad islands to avoid storms happened frequently.

Precisely because of the fishing boat’s strong mobility, coming and going like the sea breeze, there had never been any conventional accidents.

So-called conventional accidents referred to being hijacked by pirates, followed successfully by others, or having the ship’s secrets stolen.

In short, they achieved remarkable success in battling against people, and this ship, no matter how strong the storm it faced, wouldn’t collapse.

Clearly, this ship’s na was very unlucky, actually called Titan, sounding like it belonged to the sa family as the one hitting an iceberg.

However, this ship was truly the unsinkable ship. Captain Jack said he had lived half his life at sea, yet he couldn’t explain why this ship couldn’t sink.

Chen Qinghan seed to rember sothing and imdiately called the leader to check the storeroom.

The leader asked which storeroom to go to, and Chen Qinghan said the one where the chanic was held.

Just now, Captain Jack said the chanic was also assigned by headquarters. Chen Qinghan must suspect they were the sa as the experinters, non-human, so he wanted to check.

Before we left, fearing these guys familiar with the lifeline of the fishing boat might cause trouble, we separated them and the captain during confinent.

There were more of the captain’s people, so they were held in the dining room, and fewer chanics were held in the storeroom for cleaning supplies.

The storeroom for miscellaneous items had no surveillance. I overlooked this point just now, returning after checking the dical supply warehouse.

Captain Jack said he was tired, resting in the chair. Those crew mbers who were hostile to now hesitated, seemingly wanting to talk to .

While Captain Jack spoke, I kept staring into his eyes, feeling he hadn’t lied. He feared those ’fake people’, viewing them as mad scientists, not knowing they were monsters disguised in human skin.

But when he heard ntion human skin, he must have imdiately thought of the connection, only lacking a bit of prompting.

"Uh... can you handle them?" A voice finally broke the silence.

The crew and I stared at each other for two minutes, neither speaking.

Suddenly, a small crew mber squeezed out from behind a row of muscular n, timidly asking.

"Of course, don’t be afraid, I will protect you, ha! Did you think I’d say that? No, dear, you’re dood," I replied.

Who isn’t a villain these days?

"We saved your life, you can’t repay kindness with enmity. Without us, you’d have been buried at sea long ago!" a chubby man in a tank top stood up and shouted.

His wording lacked skill, so when translating myself, I matched his words with a more fitting idiom.

"You an, because you saved my life, you have the right to decide my fate, even kill ? Is that what you an?" I tried to be objective in word choice and express as peacefully as possible.

The fat man looked to his companions for approval.

But they avoided his gaze. They might agree with him internally, but internal agreent and vocalizing it are different things.

More talk, more mistakes. Captain Jack was a pri example. He warned them not to challenge ; they were no match for .

"Yes, that’s it." The fat man, seeing no one backing him up, was montarily embarrassed. He puffed out his chest, bravely sticking to his point in a spirit of putting on a brave face.

"No, they were just too scared then, losing their rationality." Captain Jack hastily said.

He warmly defended these crew mbers, making up excuses for them, afraid they would anger and suffer my ’abuse’.

"I understand, fear leads to irrational decisions... ha, ha." I faked a couple of laughs that didn’t reach my eyes. They spoke well, but when they caught fisherman and tourists, was it also due to irrational fear?

They voiced all the good things, a typical case of ignoring their evil, only seeking others’ good.

Unfortunately, I had no virtue-signaling saint qualities. Who ever heard of a saint lotus mummy coming out of a grave?

There wasn’t a need to kill them now. As long as they stayed put, when we reached shore and opened the cargo hold door, whatever happened would be up to fate.

But if they wanted to die, I didn’t mind sending them off early.

They operated rampantly on the sea, doing lots of harmful things, even capturing pirates as human skin materials. How could they be a flock of innocent sheep?

Thus the killing intent in my eyes wasn’t hidden, they couldn’t not notice it.