Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

"Are you telling me that there were others who boarded this ship besides us and that they left this watch behind?"

Recognizing the meaning behind her boyfriend's words, Elena glanced at the dial again and found that the numbers on it were constantly changing. Suspicion suddenly arose: "When did you stay? Where are they?"

Obviously, Kahn also noticed this. After staring at the dial to estimate the accuracy of the timing, he said uncertainly: "The service life of the battery of this type of electronic watch usually does not exceed two years. In fact, it is about one and a half years. There will be a large error in the timing function of the watch.

I just compared it, this watch is still relatively accurate, it should be here within half a year. "

As for the last question, he didn't have an answer for the time being, but he didn't think the result would be good.

Attracted by the conversation between the two, Murphy also put down what he was doing, participated in the discussion, and raised his doubts:

"This ship is worth millions of dollars at least. No team of 'ocean scavengers' can resist this temptation. Why did they give up such a large amount of wealth?"

"If it was discovered by ordinary people or officials, why wasn't it reported in the news?"

"You ask me, I ask who to go."

Handing the notebook in his hand to the other party, Kahn said with a serious tone, half joking and half serious: "Maybe he was eaten by this ship."

Glancing at the nervous Ramchi, his crew, and others beside him, Murphy did not answer the question. He opened the notebook and a page of tables filled with numbers and several special symbols appeared in front of him.

With many years of sailing experience, Murphy could barely identify what was recorded in these numbers: "What is recorded above should be the voyage log of the Antonia. Unfortunately, it is encrypted and I cannot decipher it for the time being."

"Then put it aside first and look for anything else useful."

Hearing this, Kahn instantly lost interest in the notebook and continued to wander around the cockpit with the girl with long black hair.

The cockpit was not big, but even if he stopped every step and used his super senses to search the surroundings inch by inch, he had turned around the room in less than 2 minutes.

No useful clues could be found.

At this time, Murphy's crew also cleaned up the ship's control console, and used the portable electromagnetic set they carried with them to temporarily power up the instruments on it.

"Old guy, based on the water level sensor and gyroscope, it is estimated that there should be a leak at the bottom of the ship, and the ship's hull tilted about ten degrees to the right." Morien brought bad news.

Ramchi thought of a possibility: "Did we just crash it?"

"It's possible, but the probability is low."

Moving closer to the gyroscope, Murphy looked at the readings displayed on the instrument panel with a solemn expression: "None of this is important. If we don't fix this hole, we may not be able to rescue, and the ship will be silent."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dodge once again brought bad news to everyone: "Boss, there is still a lot of fuel left, but the engine is broken. If we don't fix it, we will have to stay here."

"Bitch!"

Although he was mentally prepared, when the speculation turned into fact, Murphy couldn't help but cursed.

Their only mechanic, Greer, had been killed in the explosion just now. Although the few who survived were more or less capable of mechanical repairs, their skills were far from comparable to those of their opponents.

The engine of such a large passenger ship can only be looked at with disdain.

As a last resort, Murphy had no choice but to give it a try and asked Kahn and others for help: "Which of you can repair the engine?"

"I can barely do it."

Dylan stood up from the crowd, felt the surprised gazes of others, and took the initiative to explain: "I once served on a submarine and was a sailor on a destroyer, and I have received special training in this area."

Murphy didn't expect that there was such a talent in this team, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"What shall we do next?"

Facing the probing eyes of everyone, Murphy pondered for a while and then revealed his plan: "Go to the captain's cabin later, where there are most likely clues to the disappearance of the ship."

"Then go down below to find the leak, confirm the damage, and seize the time to repair it."

"After this gentleman and Mond repaired the engine, they immediately sailed back to the United States."

The idea was perfect, but Kahn always felt that things would not go so smoothly.

"The captain's cabin is right next to the cockpit."

After confirming that the cockpit had no further value, Murphy looked at his crew and ordered: "Without further ado, Dodge and Mond continue to lead the way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group formed a long queue again, walked out of the cockpit, and headed towards the captain's cabin not far away.

'Boom! '

Roughly breaking open the captain's cabin door, Dodge rushed in with a gun in hand.

"Safety!"

After confirming that there was no danger in the room, everyone entered one after another.

The captain's cabin was not big, not even comparable to Kahn's suite on the Poseidon.

After entering the door, there is a small room similar to an office. The area is not very large, about ten square meters.

Photos of ships were hung on the walls around the room. Directly opposite the door was a desk filled with clutter and dust, and behind it stood a bookshelf filled with books.

There is a single seat on the right hand side of the door, with a white navy hat resting on the seat.

After picking it up and looking at it carefully, Kahn found that it was an extremely ordinary hat, which should have been left here by the owner of this room.

Putting the navy hat back on, Kahn came to the desk.

At this time, Murphy had already opened the captain's diary on the table and started reading it silently.

"Have you found anything?"

"The records are all trivial matters."

Shaking his head, Murphy turned the pages faster and did not stop until he reached a blank page.

Time is tight, and there is not much time for him to carefully look through such a thick notebook.

Turning back to the previous page, at the end of the note, after browsing the information recorded above, Murphy said doubtfully: "The end of the note is very complete, and the content is very different from the previous one.

This shows that the captain had not encountered any surprises when he left this house. "

"Any clues about the missing ship?"

This is Kahn's most critical issue now.

"No."

"Hey! I found something here, come over here!"

Just when Kahn was feeling slightly disappointed, Dodge's voice suddenly came from the bathroom next to him.

When Kahn arrived, he saw Dodge standing in front of the sink, frowning and staring at the pond directly in front of him.

Following the other party's line of sight, the original snow-white bottom of the sink was covered with a pool of dried blood. Above the blood stain was a razor that was covered with rust and stained dark red by the blood.

He picked up the scalpel-like razor, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, and said with certainty: "It's human blood."

"How did you figure it out?"

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know."

Although the smile on the other person's face looked as warm as the spring breeze, Dodge felt shuddering for no reason. He wisely did not ask any more questions and changed the subject: "Is it possible that he accidentally cut himself while shaving and left so much blood?"

"What do you think?"

Putting the razor back to its original place, Kahn kicked the sink standing on the ground in front of him to pieces, swept the residue aside, and exposed the pipe break on the ground that was still covered with thick blood scab: "At least 800 ml or more blood to leave such traces.

When you shaved, did you break your neck and bleed so much? "

Hearing this, Dodge shrugged angrily and retreated to his captain.

Wanda's body trembled, and she hurriedly pulled the corner of Kahn's clothes who was about to stand up: "Your Majesty, I feel something is wrong."

"what happened?"

"It seems like there is a pair of eyes that have been watching us from the dark."

"Which direction?"

With her eyes focused, Wanda turned around and pointed diagonally behind her without any hesitation: "Over there."

Before he finished speaking, Kahn turned into an afterimage and swung his spear towards the wall.

'Boom! '

The moment a big hole opened in the wall, a white shadow flashed in the darkness. By the time Kahn chased him to the strange cabin, he had already penetrated into the wall in front and disappeared.

After hesitating for a moment, Kahn finally chose to stop and did not continue to pursue.

He was worried that this was a plan by the little mouse hiding in the dark to divert the tiger away from the mountain, and deliberately separated ordinary people like him and Elena, and then defeated them one by one.

Retreat to the bathroom in the captain's cabin,

"W-what the hell are you?!"

Looking at this ghostly blond man, Dodger's teeth were chattering, and he held tightly to the only thing that could bring him a sense of security.

"I hate people pointing guns at me the most."

Glancing at the dark muzzle in front of him, Kahn calmly took the hands of Elena and the little witch and walked towards the bathroom exit: "I don't want to say the same thing a second time."

"Dodger, take it easy."

Pressing down the arm of his crewmate, Morien comforted softly: "No matter what he is, at least he is with us now."

When Kahn and others returned to the captain's office, Ramsey and Dylan happened to walk out of the lounge separated by a wall.

"Did you find anything?"

"No."

Shaking his head, Lambci sighed: "Most of them are daily necessities, and..."

While listening to the other party's story, Kahn paid attention to the surrounding situation. When his eyes glanced at the navy hat on the single chair again, an idea flashed in his mind.

"and many more."

Interrupting the former mayor, Kahn grabbed the navy hat on the single chair, looked at Murphy and others and asked: "Which of you has a lighter?"

"I have."

In order to alleviate the discomfort just now, Murphy took out a lighter and took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

He shook out one and handed it to the mysterious blond man: "It's not as good as the popular cigars in your upper class society, but it's definitely strong enough. Want one?"

"No, I don't smoke this thing."

Rejecting the old captain's kindness, Kahn took the lighter, went to the bookshelf, randomly pulled out a book, tore it into pieces and piled it into a pile.

After lighting it with a lighter, Kahn placed the navy hat on top of the blazing flames and threatened in a cold voice: "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll throw this thing down."

"What is he planning to do?" "How do I know?" "Mr. Kahn is not an ordinary person, and naturally he will not do unnecessary things"...

The others whispered, some of them unable to understand the other party's strange behavior.

Only Wanda, who had studied magic, looked at the navy hat thoughtfully.

If she remembered correctly, the "Supernatural Encyclopedia" that Sister Nisha sent a few days ago contained a secret.

Most ghosts in the world cannot exist independently for long and need to rely on a special item to survive.

Or a special building, or items from his lifetime, or his own bones.

Could it be that this navy hat was the 'Horcrux' that was secretly spying on the ghost of himself and others just now?

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

When the countdown ended and seeing that the other party still didn't intend to show up, Kahn released his palm without hesitation and let the navy hat fall to the fire below.

"and many more!"

Just before the navy hat was about to touch the swaying flames, an anxious shout suddenly sounded.

"Who!?"

Everyone looked around and saw a soul with a shimmering body, wearing a white captain's uniform, and gray hair emerging from the wall on the side of the room.

What made everyone even more horrified was that the body of this man who looked to be between 60 and [-] years old was not completely separated from the wall, and half of his body remained in the wall.

Presumably, once he sensed anything bad, he was ready to run away.

Grabbing the navy hat, Kahn's expression remained unchanged: "Are you the captain of the Antonia?"

"Ah."

Bonucci nodded: "You can call me Bonucci."

Kahn got straight to the point: "What happened to this ship back then?"

"greedy."

After uttering a word, Bonucci smiled and said nothing.

"Don't play charades with me here, tell me clearly!" Kahn's face turned cold.

What he hates most is the Riddler!

"If you will do me a favor, I will tell you the truth about this ship."

With a cold eyebrow, Kahn put his navy hat on the flame again: "Huh?"

"Don't throw it, don't throw it. I said it's not okay?"

Seeing this, Bonucci's face changed slightly and he had to relent.

Taking a deep breath, he began to slowly describe what happened to the Antonia.

"The day after we went to sea, we met a shipwrecked passenger ship at sea."

There was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes. Bonucci narrated the original experience while sizing up the group of unlucky people in front of him: "I took my crew members to search it, but couldn't find any passengers or crew members. Found above..."

But when his eyes glanced at a certain face in the crowd, his expression suddenly changed, and his words stopped abruptly in mid-sentence.

The next second, Kahn didn't even care about the navy hat in his hand. His figure instantly sank into the wall and disappeared without a trace again.

"What did you find out?"

The sentence was broken at the crucial point, and veins popped up on Kahn's forehead, and he shouted sternly: "Bonucci! Get out of here, Count!"

"If you don't come out, you won't want this thing anymore!"

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the other party still did not appear.

Recalling the frightened expression on the other party's face before he disappeared, Kahn sensed something was wrong.