Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 218 You Lost the Evil God! ?

It wasn't long before Ken and Jeremiah appeared in the cabin, breathless.

Jeremiah carried a lantern and also a crowbar.

The cabin was empty. The Black Pearl didn't carry much cargo to begin with, and this time there were not many crew members, so it was almost an empty ship.

After searching in the pile of debris for a while, the two found the wooden box.

The wooden box was floating on the sea near Castel. Jeremiah was anxious to investigate and didn't pay much attention to it after he fished it out.

This kind of wooden box can be seen occasionally in the sea. It is usually filled with worthless things. The boxes that really contained valuables would have sunk into the sea long ago. Only empty boxes are likely to float on the sea.

The box was in tatters, and the outermost wooden planks had been swollen by sea water. At that time, they simply thought it was discarded by a passing ship.

If it hadn't been near Castel, Jeremiah wouldn't even have sent anyone to salvage it.

But if you think about it carefully, Castel has never been on any route, and no merchant ships would come to do business, so Hughes sent them specifically to open up the route.

So where did this wooden box come from?
Jeremiah pried open the rotten wooden planks on the outside with a few moves. The inside was filled with straw. After clearing away the straw, it turned out to be a box that was several times smaller.

This box was also soaked directly in the sea, but there was no sign of seawater seeping into it. Jeremiah looked at the box carefully for a while and took a breath.

"This is a chest made of very valuable wood. I've seen it in the treasure house of Gem Bay. It contains the most valuable treasures."

Jeremiah said, then turned to look at Ken: "Have you seen this thing?"

Ken shook his head hesitantly. He had never seen this box before, but the pattern on it always looked somewhat familiar to him.

It was a ball of fire, somewhat like the holy emblem of the Candlelight Society, but the flame was much hotter than the candlelight.

The box was quite heavy, half a person's height. Jeremiah found the keyhole, carefully poked a piece of wire into it, and gently twisted the lock with the tip of the knife.

After a while, Jeremiah threw the wire and the sharp knife aside, raised the crowbar with a gloomy face, and smashed it hard at the lock.

After smashing it for a long time, the lock was intact, but Jeremiah was out of breath.

"Damn it, this lock can't be opened!"

Ken walked forward, took the lantern from Jeremiah, and carefully observed the structure of the lock in the light. It seemed that it was not just a purely mechanical structure. Looking inside the keyhole, there seemed to be some engraved patterns in it.

This lock seems to be blessed with extraordinary power and cannot be opened by ordinary unlocking methods.

"How about it, is there any solution?"

"I can't help it. I'm just an engineer," Ken said as he searched his pockets. "But I have nitroglycerin."

boom!
The explosion disturbed the tranquility of the night. The crew members tried to go onto the deck, but were driven back by the captain with a sullen face.

When the smoke cleared, it was revealed that Ken had controlled the amount of nitroglycerin very well. The lock of the box was blown somewhere unknown, and the delicate box was also slightly deformed. After Jeremiah comforted the crew, he impatiently picked up the crowbar and walked forward.

The two of them quickly pried open the box, and before he had time to take a closer look, Ken felt that he had touched something.

He was startled and took a few steps back, falling to the ground. The lantern was almost knocked over. In the flickering firelight, he vaguely saw a pair of empty pupils.

"what!"

He was picked up by Jeremiah halfway through screaming. The pirate captain reacted quickly, pulling Ken back with one hand while drawing his scimitar with the other.

The lantern swayed a few times before finally going out, plunging the room into darkness. Ken felt his heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

Jeremiah's breathing became heavier. He pulled Ken slowly back to the door, opened it, and they both retreated.

Jeremiah finally breathed a sigh of relief. When the light flickered just now, he seemed to see a corpse?

"What is it? Did you see it?" "It seems to be"

Ken wanted to say corpse, but when he thought about the details such as the not stiff touch and the lack of corpse odor, he became unsure.

Could it be a living person?
It is indeed not a problem to put a person in such a small box, but can a person really survive in it?

After Jeremiah left the house, he loaded the musket with bullets. Now that it was loaded, he turned around and took out a lantern, handed it to Ken, and kicked the door open with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other.

Inside the house, a person was half lying on the ground in an awkward posture, as if he had fainted.

"who are you?"

"."

The man on the ground didn't react at all. Ken hesitated for a moment and moved closer with the lantern. When the light fell on the man, Jeremiah and Ken looked down and were both shocked.

"hiss!"

The two men took a step back and looked at each other. Ken looked quite frightened. Jeremiah's face twitched. He walked forward and used a sharp knife to pick open the man's clothes on his chest.

A bloody hole.

This is a corpse.

There was a corpse that had been in this box for who knows how long, but it hadn't decayed at all.

Jeremiah had seen many dead people. People undergo different changes after death. First, they become stiff, then they become soft, and finally they begin to rot slowly.

He didn't quite understand this, but after seeing it many times, he could roughly judge how many days a person had been dead, and the person in front of him gave him the feeling that he had died just a moment ago.

Jeremiah suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and carefully observed the man's appearance.

This was a young man, wearing clean clothes, which had obviously been changed after his death. The blood hole on his chest was uneven, as if it had been forcibly pierced by something. There were some calluses on the boy's hands, which showed that he had done some physical work.

"Do you know this guy?"

"do not know."

Ken shook his head. The boy looked even younger than him. Although his appearance seemed strangely familiar, he couldn't remember who he was.

"Strange, who is this?"

Castel, the office of the sage in the cathedral.

Chloe stood in the middle of the room, rubbing her fingers with a guilty look on her face. She secretly glanced at Xius and then quickly lowered her head.

"So, you're saying that you lost a very important, very dangerous seal?"

"Yes, we clearly put it in the safest and most strictly guarded [Cocoon], but it was lost inexplicably. We searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it."

Hughes stared at Chloe, his eyes becoming increasingly unfriendly.

These Fire Moth cultists always bring him some surprises.

"What is it?"

"It is a body for the evil god to descend upon. It has been contaminated."

Zeus blinked in confusion, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Worker Hughes?

(End of this chapter)