Fishermen's live stream: Twelve bodies were retrieved at the start.

The criticism from the comments section grew louder and louder.

Lin Mo looked at the rapidly scrolling text on the screen, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Was the deduction wrong?"

He chuckled coldly, tapping his fingers lightly on the leather nautical chart.

"Have you historians been buried in old documents for too long that you've forgotten even the most basic logic?"

The moment those words were spoken, the live stream chat exploded.

Several die-hard fans with the prefix "History Department of a certain university" immediately became unhappy.

"What do you mean by that, host?"

"Since you say there was such a mastermind, then explain why the ancients went to so much trouble to leave these clues."

"Yeah, burning the original and leaving only a broken corner, is that crazy?"

"Furthermore, according to you, without that half-finished map, we can't find the 'Sea-Stabilizing Needle,' wouldn't this situation be a dead end?"

The questions on the screen came at me like a barrage of bullets.

The crew members on deck also turned their heads, staring intently at Lin Mo.

Clearly, they had the same question in their minds.

Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

He stood up, walked to the ship's side, and lit a cigarette in the salty sea breeze.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze became deep and sharp.

"Your thinking is too limited."

Lin Mo exhaled a smoke ring, the sound not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"You always use the perspective of modern people to speculate about the thoughts of people from hundreds of years ago."

He turned around, pointing at the nautical chart on the deck with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Do you really think that the ancients set up this scheme to leave some gold or silver treasures for future generations?"

"wrong!"

"What they really want to stay is this flight route!"

"It's a continuation of the entire Maritime Silk Road!"

Lin Mo's words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

The number of comments in the live stream instantly decreased by more than half.

"Inheritance?" Liangzi swallowed, his voice a little dry. "But... if it's for inheritance, why not just pass down the diagram directly? Why make it so mysterious?"

"Send it directly?"

Lin Mo looked at Liangzi as if he were an idiot.

"You think that's a tourist map these days, something you can just find any print shop to make a hundred copies of?"

"In the Ming Dynasty, nautical charts of this caliber were absolute royal secrets!"

"It's a core military secret belonging to the Ming Dynasty's navy!"

"Even if Zheng He had the greatest courage, he wouldn't dare to spread such things out of the world without permission."

"If this is discovered, it will be a capital offense, punishable by the execution of the entire family!"

Lin Mo took a deep drag on his cigarette and glanced at everyone.

"He has neither the authority nor the ability to communicate openly."

"But he was unwilling to let this shipping route, which embodied the hard work of countless people, be buried by the dust of history."

"Therefore, he could only leave clues in secret."

"Waiting for the right person."

A destined person.

The moment those three words were uttered, the deck fell silent once more.

Da Zhou opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end he obediently closed it.

The historical figures in the live stream also fell completely silent.

Lin Mo's logic was airtight, with no flaws whatsoever.

"Look here."

Lin Mo stubbed out his cigarette, squatted down again, and pointed to a very inconspicuous corner in the lower right corner of the leather chart.

There, there is a row of ancient characters so small they are almost invisible.

"It is hoped that future generations will follow and carry on this tradition."

Lin Mo read out the ancient characters word by word.

"This is the original intention of the ancients."

He looked up at the camera, his eyes filled with a complex emotion.

"Influenced by feudal ideology, they were not actually confident that this set of clues would be discovered."

"They buried the sea-stabilizing needle at the bottom of the sea and hid the nautical chart in a mechanism."

"The whole thing was left to fate, to destiny."

"If future generations have the ability and luck to unravel this mystery, then this shipping route can see the light of day again."

"If it can't be solved..."

Lin Mo paused, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse.

"Then let it sleep forever at the bottom of the sea."

A sea breeze blew by, stirring up a few waves that lapped against the ship's side.

The atmosphere on the deck became unusually heavy.

Everyone could sense the tragic and helpless feeling hidden behind those tiny ancient characters.

"So... what exactly happened back then?"

Lin Siyu bit her lip, cautiously breaking the silence.

"Did Zheng He really burn another nautical chart himself?"

"That's right."

Lin Mo nodded, his gaze falling once again on the complete nautical chart.

In my mind, it was as if I had already replayed that thrilling night from hundreds of years ago.

"Zheng He needed an excuse."

"An excuse that would convince the emperor that the nautical charts had been completely destroyed."

"So, in front of everyone, he burned the original copy."

"But he deliberately left that broken corner."

"Not only that, he also used the shipwreck to secretly bury the magic needle for stabilizing the sea and this complete leather nautical chart in this sea area."

Lin Mo's finger slowly slid across the nautical chart.

"And this entire flawless plan could not have been conceived by Zheng He alone."

"That accomplice hiding in the shadows, that unidentified mastermind."

"He was not only proficient in mechanical arts and divination, but also had a profound understanding of human nature and imperial power."

Lin Mo's finger stopped on the densely packed small characters on the back of the nautical chart.

"You think this is just a picture?"

"No."

"Included with this is the practical maritime experience gained from Zheng He's fleet's seven voyages to the Western Ocean, forged at the cost of countless lives!"

"Hydrology, reefs, wind direction, and even the customs, traditions, and power distribution of the various countries along the route."

"This is truly priceless!"

Lin Mo's voice echoed on the deck.

Wu Wei stood to the side, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

Looking at Lin Mo's calm face, he felt a storm raging in his heart.

Is this guy even human?

With just a broken picture and a few lines of text, they managed to uncover the earth-shattering situation from hundreds of years ago!

This logical reasoning ability, this mastery of ancient scripts.

It's absolutely terrifying!

Wu Wei swallowed hard, his gaze towards Lin Mo shifting from admiration to awe as if he were looking at a monster.

"Brother Mo..."

Da Zhou rubbed his hands together, his greed reignited in his eyes.

He doesn't care about historical heritage or tragic helplessness.

He only understood one thing.

This picture is priceless!

"Now that we have the map and the clues, we can finally see the truth."

Da Zhou moved closer to Lin Mo, lowered his voice, and spoke with barely concealed excitement.

"So, should we...?"

He pointed to the unknown red circles on the nautical chart.

"Shall we immediately begin our voyage down to the Western Sea, following this map?"

Lin Mo did not answer immediately.

His gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the live streaming equipment not far away.

The live stream room was already in an uproar.

The number of online users has unknowingly broken the historical record.

The barrage of comments on the screen scrolled densely, making the image almost impossible to see.

"After listening to Brother Mo's analysis, I suddenly feel sorry for Zheng He."

"Yes, the drawings I painstakingly created were ultimately burned by my own hands."

"Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. In the cannibalistic system of feudal dynasties, who would dare keep someone who might lose their head?"

"After all that hard work traveling so far, we can't even leave behind a real record of our voyage."

"Just thinking about it makes me feel so sorry for him."