Unlike the bustling Central Port Area, at night, the Linhai Port Area, which concentrates the Black Port Warehouse, is as quiet as the dock area.

People in the port area are either in the Central Port Area Xiaoyao or hide in their respective warehouses, and are reluctant to come out and walk around easily.

This brought considerable convenience to Lorraine's actions.

After learning about the location of Old Barry's warehouse from Pete, and after field investigation and confirmation from Old Hansay, Lorraine and Henna agreed on the next action plan based on a simple sketch.

Shortly after nightfall, Pete's carriage slowly drove into the dock area and stopped on the side close to Linhai Harbour Area.

The two men once again split into two groups.

Lorraine stood alone by the sea, looked up at the scattered harbor area two miles away, and jumped into the sea.

...

Linhai Port Area is the oldest and best-preserved built-up area in the entire Hei Port.

Hundreds of years ago, when Black Harbor was still Cherbourg, this port area was the French military port.

In addition to the deeper and wider anchor docks, the French also built more than a dozen wide wet and dry docks along the coast. After later reconstruction, it has now become the best water gate warehouse in Black Harbor.

Shuimen Warehouse is a special type warehouse, which is generally divided into three connected warehouses, front, middle and back.

The largest warehouse is the largest, with a wide water gate facing the sea. There are at least two unopened mooring roads in the warehouse, which is the wet dock of that year.

The middle warehouse is slightly narrow, but it is even taller. In the middle is the dry dock of the previous one. The merchants filled the Xiahai dam and converted it into a pure warehouse.

Because of the towering roof of the warehouse, there are two rows of hull houses along the warehouse wall, which are generally used as workers' dormitories.

The back warehouse is the smallest warehouse. It used to be the residence of ship workers and seafarers. After reconstruction, it has now become a luxury house for the boss of the chamber of commerce and the core backbone.

Lorraine opened her eyes at the bottom of the water, and her eyes were covered with a transparent compound eyelid. At first glance, she couldn't see it, but it was tough and dense, protecting her eyes from the salty sea water and floating objects in the port, and she could freely see things underwater.

Various sounds came into my ears through the sea water. Merchant ships entering the port several miles away broke through the water. The gentle waves hit the shore and the people were fishing by the sea, and they didn't know who they were talking to...

Each voice is so clear that he can recognize the direction and know the approximate distance.

The benefits brought to him by the whaler bloodline are more than sonar.

His breathing became longer and he could not feel stagnant for several minutes.

His swimming posture is like a fish. His legs swung and his body slid several meters away.

After only a few breathing times, he had already dived deep into the Linhai Port Area and silently approached the No. 3 Water Warehouse in the Port Area.

On the other side, Henna took off her wide coat and bulky leather boots and flipped over the top of the warehouse like a spirit cat.

She rode forward in the night wind and jumped through the empty streets.

Her limbs touched the ground, her knees and elbows were slightly bent, and she fell smoothly and gently onto the high and protruding top of the middle warehouse, meeting a wandering wild cat on a narrow road.

"Meow?"

The wild cat tilted its head, as if curious about why the similar people in front of him were very big, and they looked completely different from it.

Henna stood up and glanced at the cat: "Meow."

Lorraine walked through the underwater fence that blocked the ship like a swimming fish and slid into the water gate.

This is Qiankang, which is mostly built on the sea, with the water depth from shallow to deep, and the deepest part is close to eight meters.

At this depth, people's sight can no longer penetrate the barriers composed of sea water, and the water surface and the bottom of the water have become two relatively independent worlds.

Lorraine stood up at the bottom of the water, walked through the leisurely swimming fish, and saw eight rows of wooden stakes lined up like guards. They were in two rows, with fourteen or five meters apart from the middle.

This shows that there are three in-house roads in Old Barry's warehouse, and two of them are parked with boats.

The middle road is a small fishing boat with a length of only five meters, and the left road is a large ship with a draft of nearly four meters.

The keel is curved and the hull is slightly fat. Lorraine floats upwards and approaches the keel. A trace of reinforcement is found on the ship board near the central rudder.

This was the reinforcement he personally made for the Attis Beauty before leaving Plymouth.

Lorraine closed her eyes and continued to float up against the central rudder, exposing half of her head at the stern of the boat, barely revealing her nose, and breathing softly.

He soon dived again, dived at the deepest point to the pier between the two middle left and middle roads, and floated flat between the wooden stakes, less than thirty centimeters from the water surface.

There is someone in the warehouse.

Two people were scattered in the outer warehouse, one at the bow of the Attis Beauty, and the other at the farthest boardwalk from him, both fishing and silently.

Two thick fishing lines hang down quietly, and the moon-white floats float on the water surface, swaying lightly with the waves.

Lorraine thought for a while, dived deeper, picked up the fish hook nearby, walked around the wooden stake with her hands and feet, and circled it twice, and hooked it on his leather boots.

After doing all this, he began to approach the fisherman.

The fishing line released was exhausted, the float sank suddenly, and the coil began to spin wildly.

The shaking ring on the coil tied up and rings wildly. The dozing fisherman suddenly woke up, grabbed the fishing rod, got up and closed the line!

The sharp fishing hook instantly tore open the boot skin that only hooked the corner of a star, swam back and forth in the sea water, and pierced into the wooden stake with a loud bang, and could no longer be pulled.

The fishing rod has been bent for half a month!

The fisherman was excited and tried his best to hold the fishing rod and coil, while shouting to his companions from afar: "Al! Big Fish! Big Fish!"

"God! Pelo, have you caught a shark?"

Al exclaimed and rushed over to help. Pelo looked at his feet proudly and suddenly saw a white flower, a dark shadow.

"Huh? This is..."

Wow!

A big hand stretched out from underwater, grabbed Peilu's bare feet like lightning, and pulled it with force!

Pelo exclaimed and fell into the sea, his head slammed on the edge of the plank road, and he fainted for a moment.

Only in this moment, Lorraine hooked his neck, dragged him all the way to the bottom, and hooked his waist to the anchor of the Beauty.

Pelo danced wildly with his eyes raised, his hands and feet, and he danced slowly and softer the more he danced.

The sudden change shocked El on the shore to his senses. In his opinion, Pelo was dragged down from the water by a big fish.

The bang probably caused injuries when he fell down. The red spots floating on the sea water also proved that the fall was quite heavy.

But he couldn't see where Pelo was!

The sea water was only two or three meters away, and the rolling bubbles were everywhere. He could not find Pelo's place even after looking at it.

It's been more than a minute!

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer bubbles on the water surface, Al gritted his teeth, tried to open his eyes wide, and jumped into the water.

Underwater is another world.

Wooden stakes, boat bottom, silent from far and near.

He saw Pelo stretching his limbs, opening his mouth wide, floating around on the anchor of the big ship, and twitching occasionally, spitting out a little bubble from his mouth.

Hell?

Al hurriedly skied to rescue him, and his body dived to the bottom of the water. Suddenly, someone grabbed his back.

puff!

The sharp stabbing sword penetrated his throat from behind. As soon as it was exposed, the tip of the sword shrank like lightning.

Large clouds of dirty blood poured out along the wound, mixed into long strings of bubbles and flipped over the water.

Al turned around in despair, covering his neck.

He saw a slender figure in a white shirt leaning up and floating up gracefully, and soon jumping out of the water and completely disappearing in front of him.

He spitted out the last bubble in his lungs.

Head... There is a ghost in the water... That sailor is back...
Chapter completed!