Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 405 Three hundred twenty. Survival

   "Cough cough..."

  The sound of coughing echoed in the cramped cabin.

   "Damn...cough...temperature." Oliver, who was soaked all over, huddled in the corner of the wall, hugging himself with only a single coat, shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

   He seemed to be locked in an ice cellar, the iron around him exuded an unbearable cold, and his **** was almost numb from the ice.

The oil lamp in front of    exuded insignificant warmth, and the temperature felt by Oliver's palm close to the lampshade was faintly like an illusion.

   Oliver shivered from the cold, not from fear.

It's very safe here, those terrifying banyan trees surround the river, Oliver has seen how they treat the existence that disturbs them, like hundreds of snakes, entangled, tightened, and then inserted into the flesh to suck... No monster dares to enter Here, except for the monsters themselves.

   "But but here...it's...like frozen hell."

  Oliver muttered with chattering teeth, raised his head and looked around the cabin.

  This was originally a crew barn or something, but there is no trace of use, only the iron frame of the bunk bed, no bed or futon. Otherwise, Oliver, who was too cold to stand, could at least dry his body and wrap himself up.

   The rusted and peeling walls are like a rocky reef by the sea, and the only round window is blocked by Oliver's coat to prevent it from being discovered by outside existence.

  Oliver sniffed, his nose was almost unconscious, even if he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that his nose must be like a clown.

   He barely survived in the ice cellar-like environment for more than ten minutes, and then gradually felt that his nose became blocked and his cough became more severe.

   Oliver knew the situation well - he was going to be sick.

   Getting sick in the depths of a swamp is not a good idea, you might lose your strength, go into a coma, and die ignorantly.

and……

   Oliver tilted his head to look at his shoulders, his nose blocked part of his vision, and it was difficult to see the specific conditions of the wound in the dark, but Oliver only needed to reach out and touch it, and he could feel the snot-like viscous liquid covering the wound.

   The wound is oozing pus.

   Maybe that bone knife has a curse or something...

   Oliver's thoughts became more and more difficult to sit still. He gritted his teeth and got up, thinking that doing nothing could well turn into a tragic ending.

  This boat is very likely to be safe, and you can find warm clothes and food by yourself, and maybe anti-inflammatory drugs...

   Hope for life drove Oliver to open the hatch with sore teeth, and with an oil lamp in hand, he walked along the dark corridor where the sound of the stream and footsteps echoed.

  Oliver had been a sailor for a few weeks and regretted leaving the deck due to seasickness.

  He knew where the most valuable items were—first-class cabins above the deck and the captain’s mate’s room.

   But now he's going to live rather than hunt for treasure, so he's not going to set foot on deck -- at least not yet.

   This should be an ocean liner, so it can explain the purpose of the row after row of hatches on both sides of the corridor. Although Oliver did not understand why this large ship was in the deep swamp, there must be no passengers on it "on the way", otherwise Oliver should have found the bones on this rusty ship that has been stranded for more than ten years.

   In order to save energy, Oliver skipped the cabin of little value and went straight to the kitchen or dining room on the level below deck.

  The latter is easier to find, because the restaurant usually accommodates more than 100 people to eat, and it is very large and conspicuous.

  The exaggerated rust stains corroded layer after layer, and the reddish-brown walls made the corridor look like the body of some huge creature.

   quietly walked through the corridor below the deck. It didn't take Oliver too long to find the restaurant through an indistinct road sign.

  The restaurant here is arranged like a pub, with tables and chairs stacked on the left side, among them broken dishes and wine bottles, it seems that the ship has suffered a serious rollover.

  Oliver does not expect to find rare and delicious ingredients. This ship has been abandoned for at least ten years! Anything that has been left for so long should be corrupted into... corrupted into...

   Well, Oliver has seen a lot of rotten food, but he has never seen food that has been rotten for more than ten years-usually the rotten ones that are slightly "fresher" will be picked up by him and taken home to share with Jojo.

   Entering the dining room, Oliver approached the kitchen, but as he approached, he began to feel a little nervous.

  He found a lot of clothes, shoes, and discarded suitcases on the floor that was soaked and rotted around... This should not be something that an empty ship should have...

   Perhaps the crew's luggage?

  Oliver didn't want to scare himself, he warned himself not to think, and pushed open the door leading to the kitchen.

  The sound of the stream became clear, flowing into the kitchen from the broken porthole.

  The restless silence was washed away, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief and entered the kitchen.

   He didn't want to think blindly, but like the dining room tables and chairs, the debris scattered around the edges contained bones, cows, cattle, pigs, and indistinguishable ones.

   Oliver groaned in pain.

  This ship had passengers on it when the accident happened...

  Recalling the cabins he passed through when he came, his torso gradually stiffened.

   And there are many.

   Oliver didn't dare to turn around, because he felt that many figures were standing silently at the kitchen door behind him.

  Should he turn around and troubled Oliver, who was frightened. He felt that he was frightening himself, but he could vaguely hear breathing sounds other than himself.

   stood stiffly in place for a few minutes, Oliver turned slowly - everything remained the same as before.

  Oliver gasped several times, not daring to stay any longer. He rummaged through the cabinet and found a few boxes of unopened cans. Before he could identify them carefully, he grabbed the oil lamps and fled all the way back to the cabin at the end with them.

  .

  The hatch closed, and the can fell to the ground with a "clatter" and rolled away from his feet.

  Oliver gasped heavily, wiped the cold sweat or water stains from his forehead, took a few steps and turned around suddenly, staring at the hatch.

  One minute, two minutes... Until the heat and tension subsided, and the chill resurfaced, Oliver confirmed that there was no fact of tracking him.

   Having had one experience, the second time Oliver explored the cabin was not so terrifying.

He controlled himself not to think about where the passengers were going. He went back to the restaurant, chanted the prayers for the dead to rest in peace, picked up wet clothes that could be used from the suitcase, and found some kerosene and charcoal in the kitchen. , take the rest of the can and go back to the hideout.

   He didn't disturb the cabins on both sides of the corridor. The rows of cabins standing like coffins gave him the feeling of a banyan forest outside the ship.

   Closing the hatch, leaving only a slight ventilation gap, Oliver returned to the pile of charcoal, poured kerosene, and struck the last match tremblingly.

  The burning fire brought warmth and vitality, Oliver relaxed and slumped in front of the fire.

   Now, he doesn't have to wait to die.

   (end of this chapter)