"Damn."
"Is this ever going to end? It's fucking 'don't look' again."
"Don't look at what?"
Jiang Qiao was speechless.
The three words were crookedly written in blood. They looked like a clue the escort officer had desperately left behind before dying.
But...
Jiang Qiao still had no idea what those three words referred to.
It was nothing but a damn riddle.
What he hated most was this sort of thing—information that was obviously important, yet so fragmentary that it served no purpose beyond causing anxiety.
He put down the diary.
Just then, a set of footsteps came from outside the door.
The footsteps were very soft.
It sounded like something was carefully moving through the corridor, taking tiny but steady steps.
Judging by the sound, it seemed to be heading out of the cabin.
"Something's there?"
Jiang Qiao immediately went to the door.
But just as he leaned out to check, the sound abruptly stopped.
The corridor was empty.
Greenish light shone across the wooden floorboards.
Everything seemed normal.
But...
Jiang Qiao quickly noticed
a trail of water stains on the corridor floor.
Wet footprints stretched from one end of the corridor to the cabin door, as though something had walked out from inside the cabin.
The footprints were tiny.
They were even smaller than an adult's palm.
The toes were long and slender.
They were spaced far apart.
Five claw marks were clearly visible.
Fuck.
They were exactly the same as the footprints they had seen on the deck.
"It's that thing."
Jiang Qiao stepped out of the room.
He stared at the water stains on the floor.
"It was just outside our door?" Dragon Tiger Daoist frowned. "And we didn't sense a thing."
"That's normal."
"This ship interferes heavily with supernatural phenomena."
Jiang Qiao said.
"These footprints..."