Half an hour later, Sno and Sera sat facing each other in the tavern on the second deck, both wearing equally grave expressions.
Over the past half hour, they had combed through the second deck and found more than three hundred corpses. Every one of them bore at least three kinds of wounds, and all had ultimately died with their spirit bodies completely gone, accompanied by massive blood loss.
Of course, Sno had also found individuals who had died directly from fatal injuries such as decapitation or being cut in half, but the massive blood loss was indisputable.
Besides that, all the corpses shared one trait: they were all dressed as Sailors.
Just then, a sound suddenly came from behind the door beside the bar counter, and Light reappeared before them.
"How did things go on your end?" Seeing Light's sickly expression, Sno asked anyway, even though he had sent a duplicate to follow him.
"There are no living people left in the teahouse below. Those women basically died of excessive blood loss from having their abdomens cut open, and all of them were disfigured. If the murderer wasn't jealous of their beauty, then it was for some kind of ritual."
Light looked awful. Even a well-traveled Beyonder would inevitably be shaken by the sight of dozens of young women having been disfigured and disemboweled.
"Although the Black Pearl is a Ghost Ship, Salazar kept that secret hidden, so the number of Sailors and attendants aboard met normal standards. Going by the staffing standards of an ordinary cruise ship, nearly all the Sailors on this vessel should have been on this deck..." Sera rapidly recorded her observations in a notebook. As though she had suddenly realized something, she blurted out, "Right, did either of you find that kind of moss