Chapter 377 Telegram

It was rest time after dinner, and West, who was in a good mood, walked towards the crew lounge.

He is not yet an official helmsman, so now he does not need to be on night shift and can rest like other sailors

The sailors of the deck group do not need to be on 24 hours a day like the turbine group and the driving group of the ship.

This is an advantage and a disadvantage. The advantage is that their rest is very regular. The disadvantage is that this is the only benefit for their sailors, and they are the lowest paid on the entire ship.

As soon as the lounge door was opened, the smell of stinky feet and pungent tobacco came in. Fortunately, West was already used to this smell. Seven or eight men gathered together, so don't expect it to be clean.

The crew lounge is the largest cabin in the Narwhal, but with four double beds, a table, and all kinds of sundries from the crew, it looks extremely crowded.

In the misty room, he saw the second officer Feuerbach betting with the crew members who had just eaten their fill. He sat on the bank, and the smile on his face should have won a lot.

Under normal circumstances, he seldom gambles with others except for the vampire Orderic who bets with blood. His salary is used to buy a house for his family, and it must not be wasted in such a place.

He took off the boots under his feet, lay on his own upper iron bed, picked up a thick novel by the bed and started reading.

He used to like reading sea adventure novels, but when he really became a crew member, he changed to read various love stories on the island instead.

He has already read this book once, but the plot is so exciting that he wants to read it again before going to bed.

"Ha! 19 o'clock! I won again. Money, money, money!" Feuerbach's excited shout reached his ears.

West wanted to move his body a little further away, but the crew lounge was only so big, and his companion's voice still reached his ears.

"Hey, you guys. Didn't you hear? The telegram we just installed will soon be taken away by those lunatics from the Light God Sect."

Feuerbach's voice came in, and he said with a hint of complaint in his tone: "I don't know why these guys are going crazy, I finally got a telegram on board, and I wanted to keep in touch with my son. Now it's completely useless, my son doesn't even know me when I go to sea like this every day."

West immediately sat up, threw himself on the table nervously and said, "Is this true? Why did it get demolished?? I never sent a telegram to my mother!"

"Then you'd better go quickly, I heard that the other party is already dismantling it."

The very anxious West immediately dropped the novel in his hand and rushed towards the telegraph.

When he walked along the narrow corridor to the cabin where the telegram was placed, he saw several people from the Light God Sect were already dismantling it.

"Wait, guys! Let me send another telegram!! Just one!!"

After speaking, West picked up the telegram code analysis book on the wall. But he was pushed back by a bald man with a hostile face. "The Pope ordered that no one should send any more telegrams."

"My friend, there is really only one. If I suddenly disappear, my mother will be very anxious!" West rushed over again, but was pushed back even harder by the other party.

This time, West slammed into the wall heavily, and before he fell off the wall, a big cold hand was directly stuck on his neck, and a pair of eyes full of hostility were fixed on him.

"Why do you have to send a telegram?! Could it be that you are the spy!"

West struggled desperately, his face turned red. "Cough...I...I don't know what you...are talking about, cough cough! I just want to report my mother's safety..."

"Really? Then let me test whether your words are true or not." Wright sneered and flipped his tongue, and a long sharp needle was turned out by him.

Just as the long needle was getting closer to West's eyes, an emerald green branch twisted and blocked between the two.

"Let him... send..." Wright turned his head to look, and found that a guy covered in bandages had appeared in the corridor at some point, and the green branch came out of the gap.

"Shua!" With the stroke of the long needle, the emerald green branches in front of Les snapped.

"No one can disobey the Pope's order! No one can do it!!"

Just as Wright said his arrogant words, more plants grew wildly from the bandage. This time, they were no longer branches, but various sharp vines full of barbs.

In just one second, vines instantly covered the entire room, and the center of the vines was the bandage. A slow voice came from his mouth. "I am... the chief mate of this ship... let him send..."

Although the voice is not high, it is full of domineering.

There was a hint of anger on Wright's face, and the joints of his hands were deformed normally and quickly. At this moment of tension, a believer of the Illuminati Sect behind him gently pulled.

"Wright, take your temper, have you forgotten what the Pope said? We can't conflict with the people on this boat, don't you even listen to the Pope's words?"

Looking around at the thorny vines pointing at him, and at the young man in his hand, he snorted coldly, put West in his hand directly, and stepped aside with a livid face.

West couldn't control so much at this time, and hurried to the telegram to send it.

The vines protruding from the bandage quickly withered and withered. After sweeping the faces of all the people present with his two dark eye sockets, he turned and left.

"Mr. Chief Mate! Thank you!" West's grateful voice came from behind.

Hearing this, the image of West saying goodbye to his mother flashed in Bandage's mind, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't stop on his feet, and returned to the cockpit along the corridor.

"There are... two hundred nautical miles..." Bandage looked at the chart on the wall and thought to himself.

His bandaged hand slowly touched the location of the destination on the chart.

"Bandage, what's wrong with you? Did you find anything?" Dipper, who was at the helm, asked curiously.

"This place... I seem to have been here... I seem to remember... what..."

"Hey, can you be more accurate? I've been out to sea with you many times. The places you've said you've been to have been there nine times if not ten times. Is Dihai your home?"

"No...it's different this time...it's not the same..." The brow under the bandage slowly frowned.

"Then... should I tell the captain about this matter?" Di Pu asked hesitantly.

"No...forget it...maybe I...remembered wrong...maybe."

Di Pu rolled his eyes, held the steering wheel steadily and continued to sail.

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