The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 180 - 181: Bone Shrinking Skill? Impossible!

Chapter 180: Chapter 181: Bone Shrinking Skill? Impossible!

Of course, just because no one talks about it openly doesn’t mean they don’t mention it privately.

Especially the crew member who is convinced his room is haunted, he directly pointed the finger at me.

His reasoning is quite strong because among the entire crew, only I smelled of toilet cleaner.

His imagination is quite vivid, so when he confronted me directly, I asked him in return, since his room was locked from the inside, how could I have snuck into his room?

His answer left a deep impression on me; he said there is a magical martial art in the East called Bone Shrinking Skill, maybe I used this skill to crawl into his room through the toilet.

If someone could enter a room by crawling through a toilet, even if it wasn’t a ghost, it would be at the level of a horror movie.

I could only explain that the toilet in the room was too dirty, and I couldn’t stand it, so I wanted to clean it a bit, but I ended up using too much cleaner and got it on my clothes. Captain Jack didn’t prepare a change of clothes for me, so I ended up smelling like toilet cleaner.

Compared to his bizarre martial arts conjecture, my explanation is clearly closer to science.

The other crew members on the ship were more inclined to believe me, so the rumors died down for an afternoon.

Yes, just an afternoon, because that night, the little thing went out to play again. It seemed to be addicted to it, playing with the water in the bathroom, and then jumping onto people’s beds, leaving a string of wet footprints, one of which landed on a person’s face.

It directly woke that crew member up, who rushed out of the room shouting, and it took advantage of the opportunity to slip away, leaving only a man screaming in the hallway.

So when I opened the door to stand in the hallway, the little thing jumped right into my arms.

It was still wet, so I quickly went back to my room to grab a towel and wrap it up.

After drying the droplets on its surface, I put the towel back in the bathroom and found that I could touch it, although it felt cool to the touch, like touching a water balloon.

I smeared water and soap suds on my face and went back to the hallway, to cover up the water on my clothes.

The man kept shouting that there was something in his room, but when the other crew members went in to check, they found nothing.

The man pointed to the wet footprints on the bed and the water stains on his face, describing the incident with excitement and fear.

He said something jumped onto his bed and one foot landed on his face. The bathroom was full of water, and he didn’t know when the faucet started running.

This made the people on the ship completely believe the morning’s words, as they were on a mission, not a vacation, and no one would deliberately pull such a prank unless they were done with their job.

The water balloon lay on my back, seeing the others panicking, kicking its little legs, very happy.

The ’ghost’ event alarmed Captain Jack, as the handprints on the mirror and footprints on the sheets were real evidence.

If the truth of the situation couldn’t be uncovered, the crew would certainly be anxious, as this is at sea where fear would multiply because there’s no getting off to escape or seek help; ships, planes, trains, and islands are all considered locked rooms in mystery novels.

I told the water balloon to behave; after all, it’s not a ghost. Captain Jack isn’t really a captain either; he’s ’Shield’s man and is accustomed to such extraordinary things.

Captain Jack is actually just a code name; he didn’t ignore this ghost event but didn’t seem overly worried.

He arranged for a crew to search the ship, using some advanced scanning equipment.

I was afraid that the water balloon might be discovered by them, so I quietly took it to the deck and tossed it into the sea when no one was paying attention.

It can swim and dive without issue, so I wasn’t worried about it drowning.

The ship is monitored everywhere, so Captain Jack sent people to review the surveillance tapes from the past couple of days.

The water balloon has no temperature, so heat imaging equipment was useless against it, and I believed night vision couldn’t see it either.

But Captain Jack used some other means, requesting samples of the liquid from the bathroom handprints and the footprints on the bed, as the ship had a laboratory ready for immediate testing.

We were asked to stay in the hallway, unable to move freely. Bi Shi sidled up to me, raised her eyebrows, and quietly asked, "Where did it go?"

I naturally knew who she was asking about, glancing at the window behind me, beyond which lay the vast sea.

They found a string of wet footprints in the hallway, leading from the crew member’s room to the outside of my door.

However, the footprints didn’t stretch into my room; they just disappeared into thin air.

But earlier that morning, someone had accused me of being the ’ghost,’ and now little footprints vanished at my door, making me look like the prime suspect.

Captain Jack dispatched people to thoroughly check my room, and I had deliberately splashed water around the sink area earlier. My face still had traces of soap that hadn’t been wiped clean, so it was normal for my clothes to be a bit wet.

The little thing had spent the night playing outside, leaving no footprints or handprints in the room, so Captain Jack’s men didn’t find anything unusual.

However, his crew seemed to believe I was the one responsible for the mischief, looking at me with hostility.

They didn’t extract fingerprints from the handprints, suspecting the perpetrator wore rubber gloves.

Captain Jack clearly didn’t believe it was a ghost, although he didn’t say it outright, he made quite a few hints, asking me to stay in my room and not move around.

He even posted two people outside my door, setting up surveillance equipment in my room under the pretext of ensuring my personal safety.

The little thing was already put back into the sea, and nothing in my room was worth their monitoring, allowing me to put my mind at ease.

On the third night, under strict surveillance, the ship was haunted again.

This time, people heard laughter in the middle of the night, and more than one person heard it.

One of them was keeping watch on the deck when someone blew air down the back of his neck. At first, he thought it was the sea breeze, but then the wind blew into his ear, scaring him into a shiver, looking around yet finding no one.

Not only was there no one, this time there weren’t even any footprints, scaring him into quickly summoning his partner to search together, still without finding a single soul.

The other person who encountered the ghost was sleeping in his cabin, starting with feeling the blanket being pulled down as if by someone. When he opened his eyes, there was no one by the bed.

He pulled the blanket back up, but after a while, something pulled the blanket again. He was quite brave, jumping out of bed, grabbing a fruit knife from the table, and stabbing into the air.

Unfortunately, he didn’t hit anything, and even more frightening was the laughter coming from behind him.

When he suddenly turned around, there was nothing behind him, just a bare wall.

He finally couldn’t stand it, rushing out of the room to call his companions in the hallway.

I initially thought they worked with Captain Jack, so their acceptance level for supernatural events might be higher than ordinary people, but after three days, I felt their courage was no bigger than Guan Hai and Cong Zhibo.