"In 1900, the second district had not yet been opened. It was impossible for them to recognize me as a star officer, let alone associate me with Lieutenant Haas." Zhang Yuanqing thought secretly while lying on the bed in the dormitory.
Unfortunately, we were unable to see the true appearance of the meteorite from outer space, but judging from the heart-beating sound, it should be some kind of life form.
The spiritual walker of the Holy See has been living in the bottom of the cabin, guarding that thing.
"It would be great if we could just take a look at it. We would then know the true appearance of the extraterrestrial object and see what the people in the Vatican are trying to do." Zhang Yuanqing sighed.
At this moment, his inspiration was inexplicably touched, and he felt that something was watching him from nowhere.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately stood up and strode out of the dormitory and into the corridor.
The narrow corridor was silent. From the dormitory door next to me, there were even breathing and snoring sounds. An hour ago, they were still gambling and playing cards in the room, but now they were all asleep.
Sailing is a boring job. Except for soldiers on patrol duty, others can drink moderately, and gambling is also within the scope of permitted entertainment.
Zhang Yuanqing stood in the silent corridor, examining him with a serious expression, and the feeling of being watched disappeared.
What the hell... Zhang Yuanqing muttered, went back to the dormitory, closed the door, and didn't dare to sleep. He just sat at the desk by the window, waiting for dawn.
"Tomorrow I will test Jiao Yan's people. If they are not on the same side as Chuan Chang, then I will directly control Chuan Chang. This is a bit radical and can easily trigger a major crisis..."
As he thought about it, he looked around the dormitory aimlessly.
As he looked at it, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized something was wrong. This dormitory was too clean. Apart from a few lieutenant uniforms and toiletries, there was basically nothing else.
What would be the absence of things in a normal person's room? Even the poorest soldier would have a lighter, cigarettes, and photo albums of female celebrities, but there was nothing in his room.
"Is it because Lieutenant Haas is a temporary character, so everything about him is blank? Otherwise, it would be terrifying to think about it..."
It was simple. The situation in the room was either as he guessed, or... everything about Lieutenant Haas had been cleaned up, so it was so clean.
If this is the case, then Lieutenant Haas's identity is not simple.
But considering the mysterious feeling of being watched just now, he forced himself to endure it, took off his shoes, lay on the bed, and was alert to the unknown gaze in the dark night.
Time passed slowly, the light outside the window gradually brightened, and the warm sunlight shone on the sea, reflecting the entire sea surface.
It's dawn.
Zhang Yuanqing pretended to be in high spirits, holding an iron basin containing a toothbrush and a brush, and went to the deck to wash.
The deck and the side of the ship were filled with sailors and soldiers washing themselves. As they washed themselves, they used vulgar words to describe women's breasts and buttocks, looking forward to preaching and receiving instruction after returning to port.
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing coming over, the discussions stopped instantly and everyone brushed their teeth and washed their faces in silence.
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the sailors on the deck and asked with a smile, "Where is your respect for Officer Chang?"
The sailors stood up and saluted in a hurry, shouting "Officer Chang" and "Lieutenant".
Zhang Yuanqing smiled and pressed his hand, motioning everyone to continue washing. He also squatted down to brush his teeth and wash his face. They are very afraid of me, not the subordinates' fear of Officer Chang... Zhang Yuanqing had no expression on his face, but he was more and more convinced in his heart that there was something wrong with the character of Lieutenant Haas.
After washing up, Zhang Yuanqing went to the cabin to have breakfast. Halfway through his meal, a soldier holding a rifle approached and said, "Lieutenant Haas, the captain invites you to come over."
"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of warm milk.
The soldier shook his head. Zhang Yuanqing slowly finished his toast, bacon, sausage, and fried eggs! Then he drank the warm milk in the cup. Then he stood up and followed the soldiers out of the cafeteria, through the cabin, and came to the II floor. The two of them stopped outside the ship's door.
The soldier knocked on the door of the boat's cabin and retreated.
"Come in!" Captain James' voice rang out.
Zhang Yuanqing pushed open the door and entered the ship's room. He saw the middle-aged man who was also the captain and the ship's chief sitting behind his desk. His deep blue eyes looked at him and his voice was steady and majestic: "Did you sleep well last night, Lieutenant Haas?"
"I didn't sleep well because I missed my mistress at the Pink Bar." Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "Oh my God, I've been on the boat for more than ten days, and I think about women every day. Fortunately, we can go home in a week at most." After saying that, he saw that Captain James' expression became a little more serious.
"I called you here to testify that you will participate in patrols starting tonight until we return to Surrey Port," said Captain James.
"Yes!" Zhang Yuanqing stood at attention and saluted.
James nodded with satisfaction: "Go out and do something."
Zhang Yuanqing turned around and walked away, but then stopped and turned around to ask, "Chuan Chang, I had a craving for cigarettes last night, but I couldn't find even a little tobacco in the room. You know I can't live without cigarettes. Without them, I can't complete my patrol work properly."
James was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I'll have the sailor send eight packs of cigarettes to your room."
James watched Lieutenant Haas leave with his blue eyes as deep as the sea.
"How could there be no cigarettes in the room of a character who can't live without cigarettes? Lieutenant Haas's room has been cleaned." Zhang Yuanqing, who was walking on the deck, uttered a "huh".
Of course, if Lieutenant Haas was just a temporary character, this detail would not be a big deal. But Zhang Yuanqing has the ability to sense emotions, and it has been confirmed that the sailors and the navy seem to be very afraid of "Lieutenant Haas", which shows that the character of Lieutenant Haas has a plot.
To put it another way, if the Spirit Walker ignores the overly clean room of "Soldier's Fear", he will miss certain clues.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing decided to verify it again. He turned a corner, entered the cabin, and found the supply office of the logistics department.
The person in charge of the supply department was a potbellied, gray-eyed man with a high hairline and loose skin. He shuddered when he saw Zhang Yuanqing coming in, and stood up nervously: "Ha, Lieutenant Haas, what do you want me to do..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers and pulled him into the illusion. The gray-eyed man took out a crew registration form from the document shelf and checked the supply of cigarettes, alcohol, cheese, vitamin C and other supplies.
Zhang Yuanqing walked around the gray-eyed administrator who was standing there in a daze, walked to the wooden shelf, and took out the personnel registration form.
The registration form was ten pages long and contained more than five hundred people, nearly half of whose names were crossed out in red.
"So many people died..." Zhang Yuanqing turned back to the first page and looked at the name list at the front.
Upon seeing this, his brows immediately frowned. There was only a lieutenant on the list, one named Stephen Simpson and one named Four Watt Ricardo, but there was no such person as "Lieutenant Haas".
"I met Lieutenant Ricardo yesterday, but I didn't see Stephen Simpson. There are only two lieutenants on the ship... Zhang Yuanqing narrowed his eyes. He put down the crew registration form and looked at the gray-eyed administrator who was trapped in the illusion."
"Snap!" With the sound of a finger snap, the middle-aged man with gray eyes fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared in the room and came into the dream of the middle-aged man with gray eyes.
"Lieutenant Haas?" The middle-aged man with gray eyes was a little dazed. He was clearly working, but in the blink of an eye, Lieutenant Haas appeared.
Zhang Yuanqing asked bluntly: "Where is Lieutenant Stephen Simpson?"
Hearing this, the gray-eyed administrator's expression suddenly changed. His face turned pale as paper and his fat body trembled.
"Where is Lieutenant Stephen Simpson?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.
The middle-aged man with gray eyes trembled more and more violently, his lips shook, and his face twitched, as if some terrible memory was triggered.
The dream began to shake and was on the verge of collapse.
This is a self-protection mechanism when people are extremely frightened. Zhang Yuanqing hesitated for a second between stabilizing the dream and withdrawing, and chose the latter.
Feeling that asking further would lead to bad changes... He jumped out of the dream, ignored the sleepy grey-eyed administrator, and left.
He is not a spirit walker from the first district, and he does not know illusions or dreams. Using his dream abilities to obtain information may lead to a crisis ahead of time, and he is not ready for it.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to the dormitory in the cabin and saw two packs of cigarettes and a box of matches on the small desk.
He lit up a cigarette without a filter and smoked it seriously. His thoughts flowed as the smoke curled up.
"There are two lieutenants on the ship. Lieutenant Stephen is missing, and there is a new Lieutenant Haas. Could my character be the replacement for Stephen Simpson?"
"The room has been cleaned. Why was it cleaned? I understand. Lieutenant Simpson left something behind. The things that were cleaned were the copy's hints to the Spiritual Walker..."
Zhang Yuanqing threw away the cigarette and looked around the room again. He exhaled a breath of Yin Qi and turned into a round and cute baby.
"Aba..." The little funny boy waved his arms, hugged Zhang Yuanqing's calves, raised his head, and looked at his master and old father happily.
He hasn't played with his master for a long time.
"Find something valuable in the room." Zhang Yuanqing touched his sparsely haired head and said, "I'll take you to play games after we leave here."
When the little funny guy heard this, he seemed to be given an injection of chicken blood. His face became serious and he raised his head to look around.
After the little funny guy stepped out of the saint stage, his treasure hunting ability had a breakthrough. Zhang Yuanqing was looking forward to what items he could find.
The little funny guy turned around on the spot, suddenly floated into the air, came to the table, grabbed two packs of cigarettes, and handed them to his owner like a treasure.
You like cigarettes at such a young age? Zhang Yuanqing slapped his bouncy little butt cheeks, "Not these, keep going!"
The funny guy put down his cigarette in disappointment and tilted his head, as if sensing something.
Ten seconds later, he climbed down from the table, quickly crawled under the bed, and didn't come out for a long time.
Zhang Yuanqing dragged out the wooden box filled with clothes, leaned over and saw that the little funny guy was under the bed, with his head raised and looking at the bed board.
Zhang Yuanqing followed his gaze and saw a palm-sized notebook stuck to the bed with yellow tape.
"Left by Lieutenant Stephen?" He reached out to peel off the tape and took out the booklet.