Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 278 277 Ghost Ship

In a room on the third floor of the fortune teller's club, Klein had already set up the corresponding horoscope. Miss Anna whispered sadly to Klein what she knew about her fiancé who was going to sea, in order to cooperate with him in the next divination.

"Okay, I know."

Klein carefully reviewed what he had compiled, and after preparing the corresponding astrological charts for subsequent dream divination, he asked Miss Anna to go out for a while.

"I understand the rules here, I know."

Miss Anna nodded, clutching the hem of her dress, tears welling in her eyes.

Her voice was slightly choked: "But, Mr. Diviner, if, if something really happened to Joyce... the police come to me, and they don't find Joyce's body, he still has a chance, he might still be alive, right?"

Klein sighed inwardly, but still maintained the demeanor of a diviner and said:

“I will do my best to perform a divination for you, Miss Anna, but please understand that divination is just divination; it is never a panacea.”

Klein seemed to hear something inside his body cracking and breaking.

That was a reaction from the further digestion of the diviner's potion.

"Divination is not omnipotent. This refers to the limitations of divination itself, that is, many things cannot be seen through divination, and the results of divination will vary depending on the interpreter. It also means that divination is just divination. It is a prediction of a certain possibility in the future and a test of a certain objective fact in reality."

Klein sighed inwardly again, but still quickly organized his diviner's code of conduct.

Miss Anna lowered her head and quietly left the room.

Looking at the horoscope he had drawn, Klein took a deep breath, picked up his fountain pen, and wrote divination statements in ancient Hermes on a piece of paper beside him.

“I had to do something, and this was my first order since I opened... and it was assigned to me by the fortune tellers' club.”

This might be a test, to see if he, as a newly joined fortune teller, is qualified.

Looking at the divination text written in ancient Hermes on the paper, and combining it with the astrological chart, Klein silently recited it in his mind:

"Miss Anna's fiancé, Joyce Meyer, is currently in a very difficult situation..."

After repeating it seven times, Klein leaned back in his chair, his consciousness gradually sinking as he indulged himself and fell into a deep sleep.

He wanted to use dream divination to quickly assess Joyce Meyer's situation and make an accurate judgment.

With ample preconditions, in a dream state that was half lucid and half hazy, Klein vaguely saw a sea filled with mist. On that blood-stained sea, many rotting, bloated corpses, their white bones exposed, were floating and being devoured by strange birds and fish.

He saw a strange, dilapidated ship sailing in a place filled with thick fog. On it, countless headless, limbless, half-bodied skeletons were mixed with a few blank, living faces.

Among them, a blond young man with a hooked nose seemed to be terrified by his own fear. He wanted to jump into the sea, but at that moment, his body underwent some terrible transformation. His head was forcibly pulled off his neck with some horrific force...

What remained in Klein's memory was the head, with a blood-stained spine, tossed high into the air, staring blankly at the sky forever shrouded in mist, as if it had died with its eyes wide open.

The dream ended there.

Klein woke up from his dream divination in time, but he certainly hadn't expected that divining about an ordinary person would yield such a thing.

"A ghost ship? Joey Smiler encountered a ghost ship while at sea, and then something extremely terrifying happened?"

This was Klein's first thought.

His idea is correct.

Tingen, Port District.

After unloading all the nearly rotten corpses from the ship, leaving only a very few useful ones on board, Nicolas Flamel, wearing a black silk top hat and a matching tailcoat, appeared on the ship.

He straightened his top hat, glanced around, and then reached into the mists of history, pulling out the figure of a young man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and khaki trousers.

Once the young man emerged from the fog of history and appeared through the gaps in historical records, his previously stiff expression gradually became more lively. Nikolai pressed his hand to the brim of his top hat and said softly:

"Something has changed."

"It seems so. The ship returned as a ghost ship, and the originally planned 'Chik's Descent' container, Tris, is not in the wreckage of this ship."

Tang looked at the ship's deck, which looked like it had been splattered with blood, and then glanced at the puppets that had all turned into corpses. His pupils, which were originally just black, widened in an instant, turning the whites of his eyes almost entirely into an ominous, dim, and bottomless black.

Images flashed through his now pitch-black eyes, and then Tang began to interpret what he, as the King of Angels, had divined:

"There's been a problem with the seal over the Misty Sea. New, unstable pollution points have appeared in that area... Triss shouldn't be dead yet; they were taken away by the ghost ship."

At this point, Tang paused for a moment, "Triss has run into some trouble. It seems he has broken free from the manipulation and contamination of the Pen of Alshogod and Destiny to a certain extent."

"It sounds like a ghost story, especially when you combine it with these rotten dolls."

Nikolai looked at the numerous skeletons with hardly any good pieces of meat on them and said, "After all, theoretically speaking, the power of Alshogod's Pen of the Audience Path Sequence 1 and the Predestination of the Supreme Path Sequence 1 to control fate, reality, and development is worlds apart from that of the instigator who is merely Sequence 8."

There's no reason why Tris could break free from the dual constraints of Alshurst's pen and destiny, and not follow the predetermined path and development.

"Original?"

Nikolai guessed. "Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. After all, the Misty Sea is also close to the Western Continent. In my divination, it's possible that ships that deviate from the safe route might encounter the pollution lurking in the Misty Sea and undergo some kind of anomaly."

Tang said calmly.

He then glanced at the sky, and the darkness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a crystalline, dazzling color.

He is observing the future through Euclidean space.

As if he had suddenly discovered something interesting, Tang's lips curled into a slight smile. "Ah, if that's the case, then that's interesting."

"Those useless puppets can be sent to the basement of St. Peter's Hospital as spare materials. Hehe, unexpected changes are not a bad thing. Experienced writers should be able to handle any unexpected variables."

"Ok."

Some police officers heard the command given by the historical projection of the Angel King and responded loudly.

After scanning the area, Don went into the captain's cabin, while Nikolai remained on the deck, quietly gazing into the distance.

To be honest, a ghost ship full of corpses entering the dock would inevitably cause panic and attract attention, but so far, not only ordinary people, but even the most sensationalist newspaper reporters have not appeared here to cause any disturbance or chaos.

Because this is the wrong country, time, space, concepts, information, everything will be distorted to some extent, even if Mr. "Wrong" did not intend to do so.

Inside the captain's cabin of this now-ghost ship, the floor is much the same as the outer deck, covered in congealed blood that cannot be washed off, and emitting a putrid smell.

This seems to symbolize that something extremely terrifying had happened in the captain's cabin.

The bodies here haven't been moved yet. Tang glanced at the dismembered corpses, and in the corner, there was a long spine still hanging down, and a head that was so rotten that the face was no longer recognizable. He reached out and snapped his fingers.

The corpse suddenly moved, as if it had been manipulated by the threads of the spirit once again. The head, which had rolled into the corner, returned to its original position, and the rotting flesh began to writhe, grow, and repair the already decaying body.

The dead do not have spirit threads, but one of the extraordinary abilities of the Mysterious Servant is to awaken the spirit threads that an "object" once possessed, and transform it back into their own puppet, or something with "puppet" qualities.

Tang reached out again and pulled a pocket watch from the gap in history. He opened it with a click, and the decay and damage in the room began to go backward under the influence of a powerful and strange force.

The entire ship returned to its original state when it set sail.

The captain of the Mystic Puppet, who had recovered and returned to "normal" from death, was panting heavily. There was still an indelible fear and panic in the depths of his pupils, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying before he died, which led to the tragic outcome that he, as a Sequence 6 Wind Favorite, died without even putting up much resistance.

"Tell me more specifically, what happened to you?"

Because it was a relatively unimportant part, Tang didn't put much effort into it. Unexpectedly, an accident occurred in this seemingly unimportant part.

He opened the system interface, brought up the log about the puppet in front of him in the "Bionic Puppet" module interface, and lightly jumped to sit on a relatively clean cabinet about the height of a person, and asked.

"Mr. Eggers."

The captain of the Mystic Puppet immediately realized the miracle that had occurred to him. He lowered his head and said in a trembling voice:

"We have discovered a ghost ship. It comes from the depths of the Misty Sea and is a ghost ship carrying many undead."

"When we encountered the ghost ship, we tried to ask you and Mr. Flamel for help, but our distress signal went unanswered."

"When the ghost ship approached, the module started malfunctioning, and the remaining survivors on board disappeared. In particular, the assassin we needed to be especially careful of seemed to have encountered some problems when he met the ghost ship... Then, those of us left on board completely lost consciousness..."

Then all the "Bionic Marionette" modules of the marionettes became unusable, and the spirit threads could no longer connect to the marionette masters or the "Bionic Marionette" modules, and they turned back into corpses.

"The living people are gone, but the secret puppet was left on the ship?"

Upon hearing this, Tang asked a question in response, seemingly lost in thought.

"Yes," Captain Mystic said with certainty.

Although his consciousness was still somewhat confused, that was indeed the situation at the time.

Tang clicked his tongue in amazement, "This is interesting. Even if my secret puppet's sequence isn't high, only an angel with extremely strong observational skills could possibly distinguish it. Dealing with the 'Bionic Secret Puppet' module would require bypassing the system and the Knowledge Wilderness first..."

Could that ghost ship have been created by some random source material that stuffed some random stuff into it?
Well, we can't rule out that possibility. After all, the end of the Misty Sea is the Western Continent, where the Heavenly Venerable's seal is hidden. Moreover, as the end of the world draws closer, the strength of this seal is constantly decreasing.

Of course, it could also be...

A hidden sage?
"Alright, get some rest. Your mission is complete."

Patting off imaginary dust, Tang nodded to the puppet captain, who immediately gave a genuine smile as if he had received an unparalleled reward.

"Thank you, Mr. Eggers."

His body fell backward after Tang left the captain's cabin, and began to decompose rapidly. His head, along with a section of his spine, fell out. The captain's cabin, which had just been clean, tidy, and brand new, quickly returned to its original filthy, messy, and foul-smelling state.

After leaving the captain's cabin, Tang began to browse the system logs.

'Host, this batch of puppets lost contact several days ago, but the logs only started reporting errors after they approached Tingen City.'

The system has recently been working with Nikolai to create subsystems using a secret recipe of "Knowledge Emperor + Time Worm + distinctive pollution/extraordinary traits/gifts," and distributing them to all parasites who may be persecuted by Amon. A large portion of its computing power is in Miskatonic University, and the remaining computing power distributed to all the Mystics is not much.

Tang hummed in agreement. "It's not your problem. There are some high-level things that have covered it up to prevent the Angel King from rushing over to deal with any problems with the puppet. It's a normal way to fool people and delay the issue. Even if I directly manipulated it, I wouldn't be able to detect any problems for a while under this cover."

"However, what concerns me most about this matter is, who on the ship would go to such lengths to stage such a charade?"

Tris?
What can that sequence 8 do?
(End of this chapter)