"Is anyone here?"

Holding a fire ax in his hand, Ponzi slowly explored the depths of the transport ship.

"Hello...? If there's no one around, I'll come in..."

Always feeling that there was some kind of sight surrounding him, Ponzi held the fire ax tightly and deliberately knocked on the wall. The sound of metal hitting metal continued to echo in the cabin.

The scary thing about ghosts is that they can make people suspicious. Even if all the corpses in the cabin turned into zombies, Ponzi would just want to run away and feel troubled.

But the invisible sight can make him feel fear. That sight constantly reminds him that danger is around him, it will kill you soon, it will kill you soon.

After looking at several cabins around him, Ponzi chose one to enter, closed the cabin door, and the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

"Zizzi...squeak..."

After getting rid of that sight, the sound of electric current that was supposed to be scary was not as scary as imagined.

A complex communicator with various buttons and knobs was on the table. Next to it was an earphone with a microphone. From time to time, strange human voices could be heard accompanied by the sound of electricity. Looking at the direction of the hatch, Ponzi turned on the earphone while facing the hatch.

Weared half of it.

"Listen... people... save..."

"Huh?"

It was a young man speaking, and the sizzling movie sound made Pounds unable to hear the tone of his voice. In short, it didn't sound like scary words in a horror movie.

"Whoever hears...calls for help..."

"Signal for help?"

Paying more attention, Ponzi successfully discerned what meaning he wanted to express in the repeated sentences.

It was a young man asking for help.

"Sure enough, there are still frigates?"

"No"

"ah!!"

Startled by the sudden female voice beside him, Ponzi grabbed his earphones and listened carefully to the message, then threw it as a weapon.

He hurriedly picked up the fire ax and swung it towards the source of the sound. The fire ax caught by the opponent seemed to be welded to the hull of the ship and could not be shaken.

"Commander, it's me!"

After seeing clearly who was coming, it turned out to be Z.

"Phew, scared me"

As he was about to put down his fire axe, Ponzi realized a problem. What if the Z in front of him was a ghost?

"Are you really Z? Then let me ask a question that only Z knows."

Seeing Z smiling calmly, Ponzi was already sixty-seven percent convinced. He held his fire ax steady and pretended to take two steps. He asked a question selfishly.

"What's my name?"

Ponzi's name is, to be precise, the real name of Ponzi's body.

He finally found an excuse to ask for his name. With his name, Ponzi's possibility of finding relevant information about himself on the transport ship would increase accordingly.

"Well..."

Z looked troubled.

Ponzi was very surprised why a name would make Z look embarrassed. Could it be that the name contained some terrible inside story?

"Kasla Witte..."

Kasla Witte is a Western name. He is obviously an Easterner, but he has a Western name. It is very strange.

"De.Lee"

The surname contained "Lee", and Ponzi concluded that the body might be that of a mixed-race child.

"De. Lee. Serravile Kasletovsky. Zinger. Tchaikovsky. Du. Wang"

"??"

Ponzi black question mark.

"Were you chanting some spell just now?"

He already had a premonition in his heart, but Ponzi was still struggling to his death.

"Kasla. Wit. De. Lee. Serravile. Kasletovsky. Singer. Tchaikovsky. Du. King, the name of the commander."

"Well..."

Ponzi regretted knowing his name a little bit. What kind of family he was born in would give him such a bad name that gave him the impression of being recognized by all kinds of great men.

"Ahem! By the way Z, why do you appear here?"

With a slight cough, Ponzi forcibly changed the subject.

Let’s just talk about the name first and pretend that he didn’t hear it. With such a long name, he wasn’t afraid that he wouldn’t be able to react when someone called him.

"I came with the commander."

This was an expected answer. It would have been a strange thing if Z, who was so protective, hadn't followed.

"Since when?"

After putting away the fire ax and bending to pick up the dropped headphones, Ponzi asked again.

"When the commander walked down the cliff"

"That's right from the beginning!"

Heavy, Z's protectiveness was so heavy that Ponzi wanted to pick up the headphones, but his bent waist was unable to lift them up for a while.

After another commotion for a while, Ponzi reconnected to the communicator with the help of Z, which still repeatedly played the request for help message he heard earlier.

"Z, what did you mean when you said no before?"

"No more, the frigates have been sunk. I saw them being sunk with my own eyes."

If the frigate hadn't bought time, the transport ship wouldn't have been able to successfully rush into the bay.

Unfortunately, it was not driven into a safe bay, but simply because the pilot died, the ship lost control and crashed in.

"But asking for help!?"

The call for help was still playing repeatedly. After listening to it too much, Ponzi could feel how anxious the young man talking into the microphone was and how desperately he wanted someone to respond to him.

"This is a recording on this ship. Before it sank, it will continue to play this recording that no one will receive."

Unfortunately, no one is destined to respond to him.

Because this is just a message recording played internally, the communicator has long been damaged, and its remaining function is to repeatedly play the fragmented recording, allowing the calls for help from that day to continue to echo.

"I see"

Ponzi was not sure what he knew. He hung the earphones on the hook on the side of the communicator as if to comfort himself, and dusted the accumulated dust on the communicator with his hands.

Touching the backpack behind him, the only thing that could make Ponzi feel at ease now was the PAD that bumped into the backpack.

"Let's go"

"Um"

Following Z out of the communications room, and with her guidance, Ponzi quickly arrived at the captain's room and another storage warehouse.

There was only one diary in the captain's room and he had to take it away.

In the second warehouse, Ponzi found several bags of things that had fallen to the ground, were sealed and printed with mushroom patterns.

"oil!"

The bag of petroleum that was the same as sucking jelly made Z's eyes shine. He picked up a bag at his feet and squeezed it. Ponzi found it hard to believe that it was petroleum.

"I haven't had oil from Xingyue Heavy Industry for a long time. I'm so happy..."

Suckling the oil in the bag, Z's cheeks bulged, like a squirrel with his mouth full of food. This was the first time Ponzi saw such a happy smile after waking up.

Curious, he unscrewed the cap and smelled it. The pungent smell made him immediately tighten the cap and handed the bag of oil to Z.

“Eat more if you like it”

Muttering about the huge difference between the palate of a ship girl and that of a human being, and after rummaging around but not finding anything else, Ponzi led a happy-looking Z to the outside of the transport ship. Next, it was time to harvest the most important energy point. (To be continued.
Chapter completed!