Chapter 121: Don’t Come Over
“Splash—”
Beneath the pitch black sky like ink, a somewhat dilapidated broken ship sailed on the sea surface, rising and falling with the waves.
But if looked at carefully, one would discover that the ship’s position hadn’t moved at all; what was truly moving was this entire stretch of sea.
Within the orange light pillar, the originally thick mist had thinned out considerably, leaving only a thin layer drifting with the wind, faintly enveloping the ghost ship.
Waves continuously surged, sporadically slapping against the giant wheel’s hull, producing bursts of pleasant sounds.
Inside a certain room on the cruise ship.
The youth lying on his back suddenly opened his eyes, but his gaze was somewhat dazed, as if he had forgotten who he was and where this place was.
Out of instinct, he made no unnecessary actions, merely narrowing his eyes and vigilantly observing the surroundings.
Fortunately, there was no one or thing here besides him.
Rolling over to sit up on the bed, the youth finally had time to carefully examine this unknown room.
The room’s area wasn’t large; visually, it was a square, probably only twenty or thirty square meters.
The interior decoration was very crude, even revealing a bit of perfunctoriness. There was no ceiling or the like at all; on the ceiling hung only a precarious chandelier, along with patches formed by various molds.
The wallpaper on the walls had quite a few places peeled off, and even through the holes, blocks of dark brown rust spots could be seen.
Wrapped in the wallpaper, the whole room presented an uncomfortable dark red color, like rotten wood soaked in water, lifeless and oppressive just to look at.
Orange light from the overhead chandelier spilled down, illuminating the entire room before shooting into the pitch black outside the window.
The window’s shape was very strange, not the normal kind that could open and close. Instead, it was like a whole piece of glass embedded in the wall, surrounded by a ring of protruding steel bars and screws.
This structure probably only appeared on airplanes or ships, right?
Walking to the window, the youth pressed his eyes close to it, trying to gather information from outside.
But he couldn’t see clearly at all.
The world outside the window was like a void, with not a speck of light coming through.
In the profound darkness, nothing could be seen, only the faintly transmitted sound of waves allowing deduction that the outside was a body of water.
“Looks like the weather outside isn’t great; otherwise, even if it was already night, it shouldn’t be this dark.”
Weather at sea was changeable to begin with, and encountering a storm or mist during navigation was understandable.
Gently pushing the glass, it didn’t budge at all, completely unlike how worn-out it appeared on the surface.
But those fine scratches on it were very conspicuous, dense; either a lot of people had scraped against it, or it had been scraped against for a long time.
Silently noting this clue, the youth circled the small room once more.
The good news was that there was indeed no threat in this room; even under the bed was solid, impossible to hide anything else.
The bad news was that the only exit was that main entrance, and the things in the room were all very crude; besides a somewhat moldy bed, there was no other furniture, and no more clues could be found from the tattered carpet.
Confirming the surroundings were temporarily safe, the youth didn’t rush to try opening the door, but began piecing together the known clues.
Compared to rushing out recklessly to deliver himself, he preferred to proceed steadily.
“Mysteriously appearing in an unknown environment—could I have a bit of money and been kidnapped?”
Sitting back on the bed, the youth rolled up his sleeve and carefully checked; there were no bruises.
Lifting his trouser legs, his ankles similarly had no marks, and there were no uncomfortable spots anywhere on his body.
“No traces of restraint on my body, no signs of injury, so I probably wasn’t kidnapped; I came here voluntarily.”
“Voluntarily? Even for tourism, no one would choose this ghostly place, and tourism wouldn’t erase all my memories.”
Given the room’s dilapidated state, it wasn’t hard to see that the ship’s age was very old; not being scrapped already was a miracle, and it shouldn’t be taking passengers.
“Since it’s not tourism, I must have come here for some other purpose, but some accident occurred in between, causing me to forget that purpose, even who I am.”
After pondering for a moment, the youth began checking the pockets on his clothes one by one, soon laying out a bunch of miscellaneous things on the bed.
“Two mobile phones, a gun, two letters, a lighter, and… a piece of candle?”
Among the pile of things, the candle, which seemed not to belong to this era, stood out awkwardly.
But the youth ignored this strange candle and instead picked up the smartphone.
If he could turn on the mobile phone, he should easily get a lot of clues.
Unfortunately, the mobile phone’s screen was black; even holding the power button produced no response, not even a vibration, unclear if it was broken or completely out of battery.
“Looks like I haven’t been here for a short time; maybe I can try to find a charger or something…”
Helplessly putting the mobile phone away, the youth reached for that golden phone.
As soon as he picked it up, there was a hefty chill.
If not for the buttons on it, it really felt no different from a gold brick.
But even if it was gold, it held no value for him right now.
“This satellite phone should have a long standby time, and with such a luxurious appearance, don’t let me down…”
After tentatively trying for a while, that small electronic screen actually lit up.
“Contacts, call history, messages… such rudimentary functions.”
Opening the contacts section, there were only a scant few names inside.
【Yao Jin, Wang Xiaoming, Feng Quan, Li Yan…】
Though he recognized the characters, he didn’t know any of the people.
The call history was also very simple, mostly calls with contacts, with only one exception.
“Unknown number… never heard of this kind of number.”
With some curiosity, the youth pressed the dial button, and the phone’s speaker surprisingly produced a beeping tone.
“Isn’t there no signal?”
Looking at the screen again, the signal bar prominently showed a big X.
But being able to connect was good; since there was a call record, the other side might know him and have some clues.
Placing the phone to his ear.
After seven consecutive prompt tones.
The call was answered with a “beep.”
“Hello…”
“Ah!!!”
Before the youth could speak, a hoarse scream came first from the other end of the phone.
This sound exploded like a bomb, shrill and piercing, impossible to tell if it was male or female.
