Chapter 79 A fruitful journey
A group of people helped Mrs. Tsuchiya from the medical room to Room 1003. Because Mrs. Tsuchiya was in poor condition, they did not move very fast.
Suddenly, a metallic knocking sound caught everyone's attention. It sounded a bit like a thick hemp rope hitting a railing.
"Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong"
Morse code? No, this is a cruise ship. What's the difference between typing in Morse code and shouting? Are you doubting that the crew's Morse telegraph is not good, or that they didn't learn the universal Morse code table?
"The wind blows quite rhythmically. I thought there were new crew members learning how to send telegrams." Captain Mori took a glance and paid no more attention.
Conan secretly gave Professor Agasa a look and quietly left the group.
If this is really a password, then this password has only two states: "knock" and "no knock", that is, "1" and "0", which is binary. It rang for a total of 28 seconds, and the factors of 28 are 1, 2, 4, 7, 14, and 28. Excluding the four possibilities of 1, 2, 14, and 28, and the idle time exceeds 4 seconds, there is only 7 seconds left for a cycle. That is, we can get 4 strings of characters, "1000011", "1000001", "1010010", and "1000101".
If the first two digits together mean "break", then the remaining five digits can be converted to decimal 26. And if we convert it to 26 English letters in binary, we get a word - care.
Of course, this English word has the meaning of taking care of, but in this case, when typed in this way, it can only have two meanings: be careful and pay attention.
Be careful, be careful of the people in the team
Pay attention, pay attention to the abnormality here
Conan ran forward quickly and quietly, but he only saw a handkerchief tied to the railing of the deck. The handkerchief was embroidered with the symbol of the Victory, a goddess holding a horn, embroidered with gold thread. The handkerchief had a slight scent of grass and wood, and there were some yellow stains in the middle.
More importantly, one corner of the handkerchief was stained with blood, which spread over half of the handkerchief. The blood had dried up, and the handkerchief became somewhat stiff, which proved that the blood had been on the handkerchief for at least more than an hour.
Someone had found the handkerchief and tied it to the railing. Then they knocked on the railing, trying to get him to come and find the handkerchief. But why? Conan saw a thick rope tied to the railing, one end on the deck and the other down the side of the ship into the darkness.
"The murderer is likely to be a crew member on the ship, and there is more than one." Zhu Fujingguang walked out from the darkness, the light of the corridor shining from behind him. In the shadows, his eyes were surprisingly bright. "He typed the information using the telegraph method, but it was not Morse code. Maybe it means that there is a traitor among the crew."
"What...what?" Conan was about to check the rope when he was frightened by Zhu Fu Jingguang and staggered, and didn't hear clearly what he said.
Zhu Fu Jingguang walked forward, took the handkerchief from Conan's hand and examined it carefully under the light, then said, "This is the handkerchief of the staff on the Goddess of Victory, not the guests. And here, you smell it."
He placed the yellow stain in the middle of the handkerchief under Conan's nose.
Conan moved his nose slightly, "It's... the smell of the sea, this color... sea urchin... no, it's crab roe. Wait, is this Chef Kikuchi's handkerchief?"
"If you smell it again, there is another smell on it."
Conan could only sniff again, "I can smell a grassy scent, is it cosmetics? The murderer is... a woman?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang took out a transparent bag from his pocket, folded the handkerchief and put it in, then handed it to Conan, "It's hard to say, but if Chef Kikuchi is really missing, it will be a very serious matter. You may not know that there are only six people on the ship who have the command of the entire ship, and their work cards can open all the doors, I mean... all. Do you understand?"
"Can you close all the doors, too?"
"Of course." Zhu Fujingguang stretched out his hand to Conan, "This ship is very complicated, don't leave my sight. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety."
The organization, the FBI, the Fire Spirit Cult, Dream of Hope, Kidd, and even Yayoi Kazukage who was supposedly going to look for Kidd. This ship is now a complete mess.
Conan looked at the hand stretched out by the man in front of him. It was clean, white and tender, without any calluses, but there was a hideous scar faintly visible from the cuff.
This man had a special identity, and after he was seriously injured and could have caused his death, his identity was erased. In other words, he should have at least two identities. In the first identity, he was fatally injured, but survived. Then someone or an organization erased his features and gave him a new identity. Was it to make him an undercover agent, or to cover up his first identity?
What organization is undercover for what organization? What is the purpose of the cover-up?
Since the other party was following Kazukage Yayoi, there were only three possibilities - "an undercover agent of the organization", "an undercover agent of the police" and "an undercover agent of the public security". Since Mr. Amuro did not know the other party, there were only two possibilities left.
Organization or police, heaven or hell, Conan walked on the balance bridge, feeling that there was an abyss below. But now, Mr. Amuro was busy with his own affairs, and the boat was turbulent. If he didn't take the initiative to attack, he would have no way out.
Conan slowly put his hand on Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand, showing a frightened expression: "Brother Hong, don't scare me. This ship is so big and dark, it's scary. What if there is a ghost?"
Zhu Fu Jingguang paused. There was a ghost. He was the ghost.
Don't be afraid, I am a ghost
"I will protect you" Ghosts can't beat me
Conan didn't understand the hidden meaning of Zhu Fu Jingguang's words at all. He thought it was just a routine consolation session. He nodded timidly, "Well, I'll trouble Brother Hong then."
Zhu Fu Jingguang took Conan away, then lifted up his clothes and casually threw a room card from his hand. The room card fell to the ground without making any sound.
Only after the footsteps of the two people faded away did Toru Amuro limp out from the corner and picked up the room card with a serious expression.
"Ahem"
He covered his mouth and coughed twice, forcing the sweet taste in his throat back. Just the action of bending over was enough to make him fall into coma again.
"Really? Ahem, what bad luck I have."
He checked the room card over and over again, but couldn't find any problem with it. The room card that Oda Hiro gave him was for room 1004? Was Oda Hiro mentally ill, thinking that he would go to room 1004 under such circumstances?
If he had trust in the two of them, he would not have appeared in front of Conan and kept hiding nearby. He originally wanted to call Conan over and tell him about the matter, but unexpectedly, Oda Hiro followed him, so he had to choose to hide aside.
Although both of them noticed him, none of them said anything tacitly.
Toru Amuro fiddled with the room card in his hand, so who does this room card, no, it should be a work card, belong to?
But no matter who it belonged to, he was grateful to this inexplicable Oda Hiroshi. Amuro Toru put the rope on the hook, then threw it up with force, climbed up along the rope, climbed all the way to the balcony of room 1003, and passed the rope around the railing. He tore off a piece of his clothes, covered his mouth and nose, and flipped from the balcony of room 1003 into room 1005.
Sure enough, the ether had not yet dissipated, and Mr. and Miss Maori in the room had fallen into a deep sleep.
Toru Amuro took out the gun hidden under the bed and put it on his body, then took out the first aid kit from the closet and made a simple emergency bandage for himself.
He was about to deal with the remaining things when he heard a voice coming from the door. It was Oda Hiroshi, and it sounded like he was leaning against the door and talking: "Mr. Mori is still sleeping. He drank too much. Let's check the scene first and wait for Mr. Mori to wake up. Doctor Nancun may have a new report."
"No, I need to see Mr. Maori, otherwise you will keep suspecting me!" This was Mrs. Tsuchiya's cry.
Toru Amuro had to quickly pack up the bandages and syringes and throw them into the trash can. He then crushed the fruit and put the residue into the trash can, then covered it with a few pieces of paper towels.
Although Room 1005 is next to Room 1003, they will not search for evidence in Mr. Maori's room. It will be fine as long as he can simply fool them.
After this action, the seriously injured Amuro Toru couldn't help coughing twice again. He tried his best to lower his voice, but there was still a hint of muffled groaning that he couldn't suppress. He heard the slightly raised volume of the people outside, just covering his voice, "Let's listen to Dr. Nancun's report first. Mr. Maori is not going to wake up, why are you in such a hurry?"
It's Oda Hiroshi...
Amuro Toru glanced at the door with a hint of meaning. He saw the other person's shadow through the crack in the door. The shadow was facing the door, like a solid guard, preventing anyone who wanted to enter the door.
Regardless of Oda Hiroshi's position, he accepted the favor.
Maybe it was because he had been walking in the dark for too long, so long that he had forgotten when was the last time he had a companion who protected him so sincerely.
No one will know that he wants to encourage
No one will know that he wants to cry when he smiles.
He believed that he was on the right path, but there were fewer and fewer people on this path, and the path was becoming more and more difficult.
He even knew that even if he reached the end of this road, happiness would not belong to him.
He had no choice but to keep going, because he couldn't accept taking a second path.
Amuro Toru took a deep look at the shadow at the bottom of the door, imagining that the person standing behind the door was his long-missed friend. Then he smiled sarcastically, opened the balcony door, stood quietly on the railing, and then suddenly jumped forward, like a desperate goral leaping from a cliff.
The rope carried him along the edge of the boat, and the sharp wind brought up the fishy smell of the sea, mixed with the bloody smell on his body, which was nauseating. With the huge impact, the pain in his body came overwhelmingly, but he laughed silently. He tilted his head to look at the endless sea. The sun just rose at this moment, illuminating the sea with golden light, but it was like blood dripping into the earth.
Like the rising sun, like the setting sun
Like morning smoke, like evening mist
The lament of life will never end, and the fire of life will burn forever
Let him open this grand banquet, let blood ring the morning bell, let fire envelop fear, let death bring new life.
"Bang!" A huge crash was heard and everyone felt the floor shaking.
"What's that sound?" Captain Mori frowned uneasily. Based on his judgment of the source of the sound, he quickly walked to the balcony to check the situation.
"ah!!!"
Then screams came from below, men and women, chaotic and noisy. Captain Mori's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but have a bad premonition. He raised his body, looked down over the railing of Room 1003, and followed the sound.
I saw a charred corpse hanging upside down on one leg hanging under room 1003!
So... I declare the banquet open!
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