Chapter 50 Damn, it’s too late again…
"How do the people who are on this ship get off?"
The next morning, when Lynch got up, Shanks was still sleeping soundly.
He kicked Shanks rudely to wake him up, and the two of them yawned together, staggered and pushed open the door to go out.
Compared with last night when men and women were coming and going, chatting, laughing and playing, the cabin was now quite empty with few people in sight.
It was probably rare on this ship for people to wake up as early as Lynch and Shanks...
Lynch and Shanks left the cabin and came to the deck outside, and it was indeed much emptier.
Looking at the hazy morning light on the distant horizon and feeling the fresh sea breeze, Lynch was exercising when he suddenly asked this question.
Shanks stretched and looked around, "I don't know... This kind of ship doesn't seem to dock frequently!"
Happy Street, flower boats on the sea.
After all, it is some underground business.
Maybe they are not as hated as pirates, but after all, they don’t have a good reputation.
"Ah, someone is cleaning. Just ask." Shanks noticed a waitress walking around on the deck and went over to ask about the situation.
The waitress, who had changed to the morning shift and was walking around on the deck and throwing some garbage into the sea, started talking to Shanks.
"Most of the guests let their boats come over and then quickly return to their boats and leave. They don't stay on the boat for too long..." the waitress explained politely, "The Den Den Mushi on our boat has a special phone. When experienced sailors or pirates at sea know that a flower boat is passing by and want to play on the boat, they can use the Den Den Mushi to find the flower boat... But there are also guests like you who choose to get off the boat when the flower boat docks next time..."
The girl smiled softly. Guests like this are very popular. Living on the flower boat until it reaches the shore, the consumption during this period is not low.
"I see..." Shanks nodded.
Over there, Lynch just asked casually. He didn't come over. Instead, he stretched his muscles, and black stand energy surged out of his body. The armor walked out of it, and together with the real body, he did simple morning exercises on the deck.
The waitress probably also wanted to take the opportunity to slack off, so she and Shanks stopped to watch Lynch exercise.
Lynch and "BIB" were fighting each other with fists and feet in a very realistic manner.
In the eyes of the waitress, this big black-haired boy was punching and kicking the air on the empty deck...
"Is he... exercising, or playing?" the waitress asked curiously.
"Maybe both." Shanks smiled. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. It was the woman who transformed into a human antelope and almost wiped out that second-rate pirate group yesterday.
"Master Sroli." The waitress stuck out her tongue, hurried over to greet him good morning, and went back to work.
The animal-type woman named Sloli was moving around casually on the deck.
I don't know if she noticed Shanks or Lynch who also got up early to exercise.
However, Lynch did notice her anyway.
He and 'BIB's' arms seemed to be "stuck" together and pushed each other back and forth, quite similar to the old men practicing Tai Chi in the park in their previous life who pushed each other back and forth.
The eyes of the black armor glowed with a faint white light. Suddenly, Lin Qi pushed forward and pushed it open.
"BIB" floated towards the woman who was simply moving her hands and feet.
Snap, snap, snap... Sloss swung it casually, making crisp sounds in the air.
The dark shadow surged towards her and pounced in front of her, but her vision or expression did not change at all.
"BIB" walked around her and then floated back to its main body.
“Gurgle…”
Lynch's stomach growled, so he and BIB did the "gymnastics" taught by the original owner's mother as usual.
After warming up casually, Sloli leaned against the railing of the boat, took out a long and thin pipe from somewhere and put it in his mouth. While lighting it, he casually glanced at the boy who was finishing a set of "gymnastics" not far away.
"Fu..."
Sloli blew out a cloud of green smoke and suddenly asked, "Boy, where did you learn this set of moves?"
Lin Qi was about to go have breakfast with Shanks. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "My family taught me. What's the matter?"
"Oh..." The woman held the slender pipe in her mouth, thinking behind the smoke, "Really?"
"Sister, is there any problem with this set of movements?" Lin Qi asked.
He knew that the woman in front of him who was proficient in the Six Styles was most likely a secret agent of the World Government and a member of CP.
She is an agent of the World Government and has all kinds of intelligence collected by gray industries like "Happy Street". The woman in front of her may have figured out something from the "gymnastics" movements taught by the original owner's mother.
"There's nothing wrong with the problem, it just looks familiar..." Sloli exhaled a light smoke ring, "I seem to have seen a similar boxing technique somewhere..."
Perhaps she didn't think there was anything to talk about with a child, so she said a few simple words and then walked away to the other end of the deck.
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"boxing?"
Lynch and Shanks returned to the cabin together. Lynch looked at his hands in surprise. "That set of movements didn't have any power at all. It was basically gymnastics. How could it be boxing..."
In the broken memories of the original owner of the body, Lin Qi had watched the scene about the mother named Lily many times. He had practiced this set of "gymnastics" for who knows how many hundreds of times. He didn't think that this kind of movement, which could only exercise the coordination of the body, could be related to "boxing"...
"Shanks, what do you think?"
"Me?" Shanks smiled, "I don't think that woman is lying. I don't know about the rest."
They came to the spacious hall. Compared with the atmosphere of last night, it seemed empty and quiet. Most of the guests went to the cabin to rest, but some were wrapped in blankets and sleeping on the sofa. The waitresses were cleaning up the place, picking up empty bottles and other garbage... Lynch and Shanks sat down in the small restaurant in the corner and ordered a table of breakfast.
Lynch's appetite was still as amazing as ever. The noise of him eating early in the morning made the waitress who served the food stunned.
Shanks, on the other hand, looked ordinary. He didn't even eat a lot, and his eating manners were quite elegant.
Lynch took out a green Den Den Mushi from his pocket, put it on the table, and ordered some food for it.
Xiaolu immediately perked up and started eating.
Looking at this little guy with a strong personality, Lynch let out an "ah", turned his head to look at the black armor standing beside him like a bodyguard, and let out an "ah" again.
"What?" Shanks took a sip of soup and put down the spoon.
"I think I may know... why it can see my 'ghost'."
Lynch smiled thoughtfully.
"Oh?" Even if Shanks hadn't heard Lynch say it, with his observation skills, he would have already noticed the abnormality of Lynch's green Den Den Mushi.
Lin Qi rubbed his fingers against Xiaolu who was concentrating on eating, and said to himself: "Den Den Mushi can make themselves look exactly like the person on the other end of the call, right? I think... if you think about it carefully, they are simply born masters who have perfect control over their bodies and can change them at will!"
Shanks crossed his hairy legs, touched his chin, and said in surprise: "Hey, if you put it that way..."
"And this little fellow, even among Den Den Mushi, is quite unique..." Lin Qi recalled that BIB had come into contact with other Den Den Mushi before, but was never seen, let alone touched by those Den Den Mushi in its true form. "Perhaps it is because of its own life energy that is different from that of ordinary worms that it can see my 'ghost'..."
They were having breakfast here and chatting casually.
After some time, people started to come out and gathered in groups of three or four around the bar, rubbing their heads as if they had a hangover, and continuing to drink some wine.
Judging from their loud chatter, they all seemed to be pirate hunters.
Lynch sent "BIB" over to listen closely to what these people were bragging about to each other.
(End of this chapter)