After reading the logbook, Apton looked up at Schliemann, who shuddered.
“Call Walter over here, hurry up!”
"What's wrong? Is this a curse or a disease?"
"Go quickly, do it first, and then ask after you're done!"
After a few minutes, Schliemann looked alternately at the two people in front of him and said, "I suspect this is a parasite."
Ampton was stunned for a long time, with a puzzled look on his face.
"It is a very small bug that lives by parasitizing in the human body."
"I know what parasites mean, but isn't this right? There are obvious signs of infection. Isn't it some kind of disease or a curse?"
"At best, the disease only causes physiological damage to the body. There is no such thing as pink granulation, and special parasitic diseases can also create an illusion of contagion."
"No, no...you can't tell that it's a parasite just from the presence of pink granules. There are too many things in this note that don't make sense!"
"Yeah! There are too many things that don't make sense...
His crew members were all dead, some jumped off the ship, so where did the ghost soldiers on the ship come from?
The ship's doctor, Howard, had his chest opened, so why didn't he die?
I'm sure it's a parasitic disease, but I've been away from the mainland island for so long, how come I haven't gotten sick yet?
Let’s not talk about the problem first…let’s talk about the current situation first…it’s possible that the three of us have also been tricked. "
Hampton and Walter looked at each other. Walter had not heard the account of the voyage log and had no idea of the danger of the whole thing.
But it was different for Apton. The descriptions in the voyage diary made his scalp tingle.
"Don't panic... The three of us will stay here and don't go out. If we stay here for three days, everything will be fine."
After all, things from two hundred years ago may not be able to be preserved for that long even if there are insect eggs.
Come on, write down everything you touched on the ghost ship, and who you had direct contact with when you returned to the ship. Even if someone among the three of us does get sick, we can better determine the transmission route of the parasite. "
In three days, the Crescent Moon sailed out of the ghost fog, during which they encountered a ghost ship again.
This ghost ship is pitifully small, only one-third the size of the Crescent.
The steel spears on the ship went silent after being fired at two or three times. It was preparing to approach and engage in a boarding battle, but Hilpeter turned around and the Crescent Moon turned sharply and knocked it apart.
After seeing the sun again, the crew members once again returned to high-attention observation at the five lookout posts, for fear of missing any exploration targets that might appear.
During these three days, they discussed the three people who were bored in the captain's cabin.
Some people said that the captain had obtained important clues, and the three of them were interpreting them; some said that the captain was tinkering with something new and was drawing pictures; some even said that the captain had acne on his face and did not dare to go out at all.
These rumors made Vivian feel uneasy. She knocked on the door of the captain's cabin many times in the name of delivering meals, just to see if Apton was okay.
But she didn't get a response every time. All she could see was the door that was opened a crack and a hand stretched out from inside.
Vivian's uneasiness finally reached its peak today.
She came to the captain's cabin with meals for three people and knocked on the door as usual. The door opened a crack as usual, and her hand stretched out from the crack of the door as usual.
As usual, it was Schliemann's hand.
Vivian stretched out her foot to block the crack of the door, and at the same time pushed the door violently. The food on the plate fell to a faint shoe mark on the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"What did you do to me? Open the door!"
Vivian's strength was so strong that Schliemann couldn't hold the door panel.
Just as Vivian was about to rush into the door, a deep voice shouted angrily: "Get out!"
Vivian stopped in shock, and then she withdrew half of her body that had squeezed in, as if her strength had been drained away.
"Take the food away. We haven't moved for the past few days. We are not hungry at all. Besides, it's not even meal time yet."
After Schliemann finished speaking, he slammed the door.
Vivian picked up the sliced smoked venison back on the plate and looked at the dim shoe prints on the ground, which were the footsteps of her king.
Her only purpose in following this footsteps is to become the king's woman, and what she has done recently seems to be pushing herself away from this goal.
"Why...I obviously just want to help!"
She shouted in her heart when she returned to the cabin, looking at the smoked venison prepared for the king on the tray, tears falling down her cheeks.
Turn around, the sun is shining brightly.
Schliemann walked out of the captain's cabin and stretched.
There was nothing wrong with the three of them, and it turned out to be a false alarm.
Time can destroy most things, let alone two hundred years.
Ampton made a face, he was going to find Vivian.
The two consecutive disregards of orders made Apton very angry.
As a king, what he needs is unquestioning obedience.
However, everyone could see the weakness on Vivian's face when she opened the cabin door.
Ampton reached out and touched Vivian's forehead, and his heart sank.
high fever.
Vivian lowered her head quietly. Her high fever and shyness at being touched by Wang made her face look even redder.
"You...what have you eaten these days?"
Vivian was about to say something when she suddenly felt itchy under her nose. She reached out to touch it, and her hand was bright red.
What Schliemann was most worried about happened, high fever and nosebleeds, which were the initial symptoms of the strange illness in the voyage log.
He and Ampton were scratching their heads in Vivian's cabin, and Walter stood at the door, listening with nervous expression on his breath.
"When did it start?"
"At the beginning of today, I just had a fever, nothing special."
Vivian didn't know the seriousness of the matter. She thought that what she was waiting for would be Apton's censure, but she didn't expect that what she was waiting for was the other's meticulous concern.
"Tell me everything you have eaten and drank in the past two days."
"I'll eat what everyone eats... Ah, by the way, it's time to prepare lunch for the crew."
Schliemann slapped his forehead and let out a long sigh. It was the cook Vivian who was sick. She had been exposed to the super source of infection for everyone on the ship.
"Don't worry about lunch. Tell me everything. What did you eat? Be more specific."
Schliemann urged.
Vivian was a little unhappy. She hoped that she and her king would be the only ones in the cabin. Schliemann's presence was undoubtedly a disturbing light bulb, which prevented her from enjoying the alone time with the king.
She counted in detail what she had eaten in the past four days, and when she mentioned the last meal, she was stunned for a moment.
"When I brought you food yesterday, didn't you drop the plate? I picked it up and ate it myself. I didn't finish it, but the rest was there."
Schliemann looked at the wooden table propped up on the edge of the cabin, with a half plate of smoked venison on it.
"Is this this? Where did it fall?"
"It's right at the door of the captain's cabin. Didn't I want to go in? There is a shoe print there, right near the shoe print."
Vivian tried her best to answer in detail. She hoped that Schliemann would leave quickly after getting the detailed answer.
However, Schliemann left as she wished, but he also took her king with him.
