I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

"00:05:03."

"00:05:02."

"00:05:01."

The string of cold numbers in front of the pupils heralds crisis, unknown, and nothingness, but the opportunities hidden behind the danger are fascinating.

Even though he was used to this link, Tu Fu still felt nervous.

Gently squeezing the sweat in his palms, he gradually adjusted his breathing rate.

An hour ago, Tu Fu followed the same anchoring ceremony, reciting its real name through meditation, and started the countdown again after capturing the breath leaked from the ghost ship.

Compared to the first time when he was at a loss, Tu Fu was obviously more prepared this time.

In addition to the paper manual, I also brought a colored map of Leeds and an itinerary planner, everything is so familiar.

In the limited ten minutes, he had to complete the planning and arrangement.

"Crack."

As time passed bit by bit, Tu Fu finally made up his mind, opened the wooden cabinet and took out the contents.

A bottle of light blue test tube, like the tears of the sea, glows breathtakingly in the dark space.

It was the Adventurer Sequence Potion that I got by my own ability.

"You must go to a place that is safe enough to take it."

This was Tu Fu's plan after he had calmed down for a period of time after he got the potion.

According to the middleman Alonso, the process of taking the potion cannot be disturbed, and it is best to have a companion guardian who is also a transcendent, so as to avoid irreconcilable troubles.

So, he made a bold attempt.

Take a potion on a ghost ship, enlist the help of a monster crew to protect the spell, and complete an otherworldly transformation.

Even if he turned into a monster by accident, there was no sense of disobedience on that ship full of monsters.

Although, Ethan has said many times that contacting the extraordinary makes people unhappy.

But Tu Fu really doesn't like this kind of passive situation. He doesn't want anyone in his family to go crazy or die for no reason one day, and become a set of cold data sacrificed in a mysterious incident.

Believers in the church believe in their gods, but disasters happen right under their noses, but gods can't save anyone.

From the moment the conversation ended, Tu Fu had made up his mind to take the initiative.

"00:00:30."

"00:00:29."

"00:00:28."

Staring at the countdown that lasted less than a minute, Tu Fu started counting down with his lips moving slightly, and his slack eyes gradually became firmer.

As the breeze around me stopped flowing, the light blue moon shadow reflected faded away.

After the last clock tick, the whole world in his eyes is only the original black and white.

Time stood still, Tu Fu's eyelids began to become heavy, and a sense of drowsiness came over him. The last direction he looked at before falling asleep was the two bedrooms of Winster's house. His uncle could still be heard snoring across several walls. voice.

The Winsters slept soundly after a hard day.

Faced with this extremely risky itinerary and uncertain promotion ceremony, Tu Fu did not know whether he could succeed.

He could only send his heartfelt blessings in a slightly tired voice:

"Good night."

...

"Hush—"

The howling wind rushes head-on under the impact of the waves, and the air molecules are full of salty sea breeze.

The weather in the Misty Sea today is not ideal, the dark and gloomy sky seems to be a heavy rainstorm at any moment.

But no matter how much time has passed, no amount of sea water or raindrops can wash away the sins of this cruise ship.

The thick gray fog made the cabins in the ship a bit more hazy. After a brief period of dizziness, the shaking of the sea water against the hull made it difficult for Tu Fu to stand firm.

open your eyes.

The dilapidated and gloomy sights make people feel uncomfortable instinctively. No matter how many times they come here, they always feel shocking.

"came back."

With the experience of last time, Tu Fu can at least be sure that he can take things out and bring things up when going to and from the ghost ship, but he doesn't know the exact quantity and weight.

He wasn't even sure if the ship was really in a certain sea area in this world, otherwise he couldn't explain why he couldn't see other ships on the sea every time he came up.

"Didi."

There is still the sound of time ticking in my ears, and the familiar ten-minute countdown is still there.

The blood-red countdown seemed to remind him to do things as soon as possible.

For the time being, he didn't feel any movement outside the captain's room, and Tu Fu finally let go of his hanging heart.

Without taking the potion directly, he found the remote control with ease, pressed the power switch and activated the monitoring monitor, and the screen instantly jumped to the streets of Leeds.

The modern city scenery in the middle of the night is not worse than that in the daytime. The rustling wind blows the leaves, and the beautiful Gothic buildings and metal rails are full of dreams under the moonlight.

The horses tied to the carriage under the street lamp closed their eyes, enjoying the rare peace.

Apart from the drunks who are unhappy in life, there are only homeless people who have been driven from one place to another on the streets.

"Good evening, Leeds."

Tu Fuping sat on the captain's chair and started today's program like a broadcast host.

He observed Liz tonight with pleasure and condescension, like a god who clocked in and went to work regularly, maintaining an appropriate ruthlessness when necessary.

"Sure enough, the range has expanded to half of Leeds."

Taking out the prepared city map, Tu Fu began to compare the subtle differences between the two, and searched his memory from the San Diego Church on Central Avenue to the mysterious area that was taken away.

"Let me check your background first."

Tu Fu inadvertently showed a triumphant smile.

Because this is an interesting attempt, if there is an area in his memory that has not been developed but has an additional area that can be monitored, it must be the location of the other party.

If the maps overlap, Tu Fu can still track the unmarked carriage in the church after the incident by monitoring.

"found it."

Didn't spend too much energy, after comparing the difference between the two maps.

Tu Fu quickly found a point in the surveillance that was not marked in memory or on the map, and by clicking on the partial map to zoom in, the street view of this street was presented on the monitor.

And as the ghost's perspective deepened, his gaze finally stopped at a dark, old-fashioned building.

45 at the end of Baker Street.

A towering building that looks no different from ordinary shops, with lace outlines carved on the walls, and half-height iron railings surrounding the oval metal gate.

A green mail box is hung on the top of the door, two gas lamps are hung on the left and right sides of the door, and a green-backed gold-lettered signboard of a professional consulting company is hung on the house number.

The above name is the name of the company.

"Black Swan Office."

Tu Fu recited the name silently, and saw a black swan totem carved beside the name.

It's a weird sign, and it's impossible to judge the business of this firm.

The internal structure of the house can also be seen clearly through the large glass window outside. There is a consultation desk and two or three solid wood tables and chairs, and the conspicuous metal typewriter is under the filing cabinet.

However, as the field of vision deepens, you reach the second floor after passing the spiral staircase, which is probably the core area.

On both sides of a narrow passage, there are more than a dozen individual offices, similar to the style of hotel apartments.

Fortunately,

Even though it was already night, there were still people in the room.

In addition to seeing the sloppy uncle Roman Richard today, the green-eyed police officer was also there, but the two of them were not wearing police uniforms.

Talking about today's case one after another.

"I have no clue at all, except that what the slippery boy explained is useful, there is no progress in anything else.

Kirby, why don't we go to Old Jonah's beer hall for a drink now, where the rum is never watered down. "Roman Richard whistled casually.

"Do you want to go there for a drink?" Green-eyed police officer Coby rolled his eyes, not bothering to expose him, "But how did I hear that there are a new batch of dancers there?"

"I don't know anything about this." Roman pretended to be surprised.

"Leaving aside this case, is there any trace of the potion that disappeared on the black market?"

Hearing Officer Kebi mention this matter, Tu Fu suddenly turned up the volume, and he realized that it might have something to do with him.

Roman made a mocking gesture: "The idiots of the Brotherhood have become the laughing stock of the underground circles, and the white wolf is ashamed to let the word out after being empty-handed. He will definitely not let go of the scammer who deceived them."

"But isn't their common practice to leave an induction mark on the cork? It shouldn't be so long without news, unless there is a higher sequence that blocks the divination."

"The person who made the move is very mysterious and cautious, and I am afraid that he has not opened the potion since he knew about this matter.

He didn't know how he got the news, and he happened to replace Morton when he had an accident, and the deal was completed calmly. One link after another, absolutely extraordinary.

Since then, there has been no news of this person, it is too cautious. "

Roman was full of praise for this "Legendary Thief" who was well-known in Leeds, "It's a potion for adventurers. It's hard to imagine that the reckless man who decided to take this extraordinary sequence would be so cunning. It's amazing."

It's not just Roman who thinks this way, at least the Chaofan circle agrees.

Adventurers are a vulgar, unreasonable, and outrageous way of transcendence, and they never use their meager wisdom to solve problems that can be solved by brute force.

The only function of the adventurer's head is to knock the Vilengo.

It's a tasty, locally grown nut known for its incredibly hard shell.

"Compared to this, it's even more surprising that you are on the knight path." Kebi looked at his companion, "It's hard to imagine why you have affairs with so many girls, but it never costs extra."

Roman never spent money on whores, or at least he never spent money on such things.

Among the Transcendents of this sequence he has seen, all of them are upright and have an enviable noble character, which has almost become the highest standard for men living in the civilized age.

And Roman Richard is definitely an exception. This old rascal relies on his chivalry ability to win the hearts of women, and he has affairs with almost all the serious and unscrupulous dancers in the city.

Hearing his colleagues talk about the women he had experienced, Roman solemnly emphasized: "Are you kidding, I am true love with them."

As we all know,

True love does not need to pay.

...

"Inductive engraving?"

Tu Fu looked calm, and looked down at the bottle of light blue liquid in his hand. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he would not have known that this potion actually contained such a big trick.

If you take it in Leeds without knowing it, it will inevitably cause the underground organization called Brotherhood to come to your door.

But here, he is not afraid at all.

"Boom~"

With unknown emotions, Tu Fu opened the cork indifferently, and an imperceptible red light flashed across the bottle, which seemed to indicate what was about to happen.

Tu Fu poured the potion down his throat indifferently.

And with sincere wishes,

I hope someone can find a ghost ship to collect debts from him.