He put on a half-height silk top hat, opened the door, and came to the corridor.
After walking a few steps forward, Klein slowed down on purpose, and glanced at the first room on the left from the corner of his eye.
According to his judgment, the mysterious eyes that quietly watched the deck and watched himself during the day were in this room.
Klein walked more and more slowly, almost stopping at the door.
He stretched out his left palm without concealing it, reaching for the handle, and some scenes naturally appeared in his mind:
Not far behind the door is a coat rack with nothing hanging on it;
The faint starlight sprinkled on the clean floor, silent, peaceful, devoid of human breath;
The window was opened at some point, and the sea breeze from outside blown in, lifting the not-too-heavy curtain.
nobody? Klein was just probing, so he immediately withdrew his left palm and walked towards the stairs, as if nothing had happened.
Coming to the deck, with the cold night wind blowing, Klein walked leisurely and leisurely near the side of the ship with an indifferent appearance, as if his main purpose was to come down for a walk.
Suddenly, he saw a man sitting in front of him, wearing overalls and a white shirt.
Frank Lee? Klein didn't stop, and approached step by step.
The man noticed something, turned his body halfway, and looked back at the person next to him.
He was "Toxin Expert" Frank Lee, but his face no longer had the slightest smile, and the corner of his mouth was blood red.
Klein raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak.
Frank Li raised his hands suddenly, and each side caught a silver scale fish that was not struggling.
He said in frustration: "Failed... Their life cycle is much shorter than I expected, and they can't reproduce at all, even if they are planted in the soil..."
As he spoke, he raised the silver scale fish in his right hand and took a deep breath.
That's a good thing...otherwise I'm really worried about some kind of ecological disaster...so, you borrow wine, no, borrow fish to relieve your worries? Klein secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Klein couldn't go against his will to comfort Frank Lee, and he wasn't ashamed to directly say that it was a good thing that the red wine fish couldn't reproduce. He could only pretend that this was just a trivial problem and didn't make any response.
He took two steps obliquely, circled to the edge of the ship's side, and looked at the uneven sea.
At this time, the high-altitude clouds became lighter and thinner, and the light of the crimson moon made the dark night a little brighter.
In such an environment, Klein could see clearly the scene not far away, where the dark clouds were stacked and pressed down very low, and he could find a real hurricane raging back and forth, covering an immeasurably vast sea area.
Illuminated by streaks of silver and white lightning, fine rainstorms danced with the wind, creating a scene like the end of the world.
Such a terrible disaster may be only a few nautical miles away from the "Future", or even closer, but this side has hardly been affected, only the wind has become a little stronger.
This is the meaning of a safe channel, moving forward in the interval between storms... If there is no qualified navigator, maybe just driving normally will also be involved in disaster... Klein looked sideways in front of the ship, and saw that the light there was dim, The fog filled the air, and the visibility was very low. It was difficult to distinguish dangerous and non-dangerous areas with the naked eye.
A similar situation is not so obvious in the west of Oravi Island, but it is the norm here and in the hidden channel.
Klein was about to look back when he suddenly saw a huge black monster hiding on the edge of the storm!
Kraken? He suddenly remembered the rumors at sea that he had heard in bars one by one:
After staying away from safe waterways, it is easy to encounter all kinds of monsters, some of which are huge and very aggressive. Once they surface the sea, they will swallow the ship in one gulp. JrNovels.com