Celestial Masters Alliance

I lay on the bed and stretched out, intending to lie on my side to find a comfortable position to sleep. Suddenly I found many scratches on the wooden floor. I reached out and touched them. The edges of these scratches were still rough, which proved that they were made recently. appeared.

Most of the scratches extend parallel to the door, that is to say, they are caused by instruments with a hard bottom. I pretended to be irritated, jumped up and punched and kicked the wall for a while, then angrily lay on the ground and did push-ups. In fact, I followed the deepest scratch. There were many traces of the rough edges being stepped on, but there were also some I think the extremely small collapsed areas were caused by heavy-duty wheeled objects rolling over them.

What caused these marks? This doesn't look like a place to store items. Did they torture the prisoners here before I was imprisoned? Indeed, no one can control the use of lynching here.

I couldn't help but shudder, and started tapping the surrounding walls and beds to collect clues to see what messages the former prisoners would leave behind. It would be best to teach me how to escape.

Soon, I found a small piece of tape at the head of the bed next to the iron pipe on the wall. I looked at the little red dot flashing in the corner, threw myself on the bed again, stretched over and over, then lay on my side, stretched out my hand. He went under the pillow and tore off the small piece of tape.

There was only a small piece of tape blocking the iron pipe. After tearing it off, the tape stuck underneath it was very long. I slowly wrapped it around my hand, shrank it into a ball, and put it under the pillow.

I was so excited that I wanted to jump up and face the window immediately to read the message left by the previous person. However, the flashing red light reminded me that someone was sitting behind the surveillance camera and observing my every move.

I can only put the tape under the pillow. If the eagle comes to search, I will use the pawn to protect the car and prevent him from searching my body. After all, Sharen Yu is more important. I lay motionless on the bed and waited. After a long time, I didn't see the eagle coming. Maybe the eagle doesn't pay as much attention to me as I thought.

I got up from the bed, took off the clothes hanging by the bedside, pushed the bed under the narrow window, quickly took out the tape under the pillow and hid it in the clothes, then dried it in front of the window, and gently put the tape inside the clothes. Unfold it, block the monitor with your body, and nervously peek at the tape.

There were reddish-brown writings on the tape. The writing was crooked and varied in thickness, as if it was written with a sharp object dipped in blood.

When I read the first sentence clearly, my whole body felt as if ice water had been poured down from my head, and I was instantly frozen. Because it says: My name is Zhao Qiming.

Is it the Uncle Qiming I know? Was he ever imprisoned here? I quickly recovered from the shock, suppressed my joy and excitement and quickly read on: Your discovery of this special letter proves that we are destined. If you can deliver this letter to the address below and give it to a child named Zhao Shuang, then you will receive a large reward.

What is written below is the address of Mu Mu's house. It was really Uncle Qiming. I suppressed the ecstasy in my heart and continued reading. The next handwriting is like a password, it is all irregular English letters, I can't decipher it, I guess Mu Mu and Uncle Qiming must have their own Morse code!

What a coincidence, I was the one who found this letter. It's such an unlucky coincidence that I'm now locked up here, and I'm going to face unpredictable variables next! This letter is so important, I must find a way to take it out alive and give it to Mu Mu.

After careful consideration, I quietly took out the shark's feather from my pants pocket, opened it slightly, and wrapped the large ball of tape inside. A figure suddenly floated to the small window. I was startled. I hurriedly put the shark's feather into my pocket. The letter wrapped in the shark's feather was twice as big as before. It was a little conspicuous in my pants pocket, but I didn't have anything else. The only option is to pretend it is a regular big pearl.

A piece of paper and a pencil were handed down from the window. I caught it suspiciously and looked through the paper. There were a few words written on it: Are you hungry?

It's Duan Lingchao! If Xiaozhi could talk to me directly, who else on the ship would disobey Yingying except this Lingchao who dared to communicate with me without Yingying's permission?

What is she doing? Do you care about me? We just met for the first time! Even in ordinary times, I don't think that a girl like Duan Lingchao would fall in love with me at first sight. What's more, I haven't paid attention to my image for a long time, so what charm can I have?

Since she wants to help me, how can she miss this opportunity. So I wrote on the note: Can you help me find my bag?

After the note was handed out, Xiaozhi's voice sounded from the side: "The captain doesn't allow anyone to come near this place, you'd better go away!"

I stood on the bed and looked out of the small window. Duan Lingchao just left, leaving me with no expectations. Seeing that Duan Lingchao was far away, Xiao Zhi was about to leave. I quickly shouted: "Xiao Zhi! Xiao Zhi!"

Xiaozhi looked around before squatting down and asking urgently: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly! I'm afraid that the captain will see him, and he will be disgraced and disembarked at any time."

I felt infinite contempt in my heart and said without any hope: "Xiao Zhi, for the sake of us being in the same boat, can you help me find my bag?"

Xiaozhi responded casually: "Let me give it a try!" and then hurried away.

I sat on the bed in despair, my thoughts a mess.

It took a long time to calm down again. This psychic is willing to help me. Can I ask her about the whereabouts of Uncle Qiming? How much can she know if she can't hear and can't speak? I'd better sort it out myself first!

First of all, Uncle Qiming was imprisoned here very recently, that is to say, it was long after his left hand was chopped off in Huaishu Cave. So where was Uncle Qiming before? Forget it's a dead end, it's better to put it aside for now.

Why did Uncle Qiming write letters on tape with blood? Where does tape come from? I guess the writing was made by slowly squeezing blood onto the tape with a syringe, because I tested it with animal blood when I was bored at school, and the thickness of the font was the same as that on the tape.

Uncle Qiming was injured, and the injury was not serious, otherwise such a long tape would not be needed. So is Uncle Qiming still alive now? My eyes were fixed on the scratches on the floor. Could these scratches be left by medical equipment? The scratches are so new, is it possible that Uncle Qiming is on the boat right now?

"Zhu Mo!" Xiaozhi's voice came from the window above his head.

I quickly stood on the bed and realized that it was already gray outside. I looked at Xiaozhi's blurry legs and feet and asked, "How are you? Did you find my bag?"

"The bag was taken by the captain, but this thing was dropped from the cabin just now. See if it's yours." Xiaozhi handed an iron chain from the window. When I saw it, I was extremely happy. It was a calming pestle.

"Are you just leaving this one behind?" I asked.

"Yes! It seems that this thing hurt Duan Lingchao, and the captain was furious. The doctor on the ship is rushing there right now!" Xiaozhi said hurriedly.

I took the calming pestle and put it on the bed and covered it with a sheet. In fact, this action was unnecessary because the cell was already dark. "Go back quickly! Don't let anyone find out!" I said to Xiaozhi. However, these words were unnecessary, Xiaozhi had already run towards the stairs.

Did the Dingshen Pestle hurt Duan Lingchao? How could this thing hurt her? It's just the sharp end that scratched my finger! What a fuss. However, the eagle's reaction was too strange. Xiaozhi said that the eagle threw the Dingshen pestle out of the cabin. Doesn't the eagle know that this thing is the treasure they are going to get from Dragon's Breath Island?

I touched the iron chain-shaped stabilizing pestle under the bed sheet and smiled. It turned out that the eagle was just a silver pewter spear head. And "black dog blood soaked wood"! He didn't even recognize the Dingshen Pestle.

Of course, against the backdrop of the gold shawl, this pile of scrap metal is inconspicuous. Xiaozhi happened to pick up the Dingshen Pestle and gave it to me, but he still had to get it back when the eagle came to his senses. It was impossible for him to allow his prisoners to carry iron weapons. How could I keep the Dingshen Pestle by then?

Just as I was thinking about it, the sailors' calls came from the deck outside, and their footsteps were messy on the deck. I jumped up and looked out the window. The sailors were in a hurry, as if they were facing an enemy. But there was no wind or waves outside, and the ship was very stable.

I subconsciously thought of the Sea of ​​Death. Could it be that I am in the Sea of ​​Death now? Are those electrically charged seaweeds crawling onto the boat right now?

Soon, there were chaotic sounds of "dong dong dong" and gunfire all around the hull, and the sailors began to shoot into the sea.