Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 679: 407, no problem.

Yang Yang said, “I don’t need to sleep either, so that frees up a spot.”

Zhang Jian: “…Impressive.”

He said those two words in Chinese, which is one of the few Chinese phrases he knew.

In fact, Yang Yang did need sleep, but having spent so much time in the wilderness, she wasn’t picky and could stabilize her body with a force field to snooze anywhere.

Not fussy at all.

Actually, if she wasn’t worried about scaring Zhang Jian and the others, she might have run up into the sky to sleep. Once her force field was in place, not even rain could reach her, and she wouldn’t be jostled by the motion of the ship.

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A day later in the Barents Sea, the Alps’s Kreg, guided by coordinates, returned to the Golden Crab Farm.

It turned out that the Arctic had chosen an excellent location this year, and even after setting 179 cages, there were still enough King Crabs left for the Alps, Tiger Whale, and Long Tail to reap a full harvest.

Moreover, there was still a huge swarm of crabs nearby.

According to Kreg’s thinking, the Arctic would definitely return here to continue dropping cages nearby.

However, on the vast ocean surface, there was no sign of the Arctic.

Jindai Warehouse, standing on the deck, looked at Kreg: “Didn’t you say they would return here?”

“I said that’s the common logic,” Kreg, patiently explaining as he faced a dark gun barrel, added: “But the Arctic has been peculiar this year. Maybe it’s because this crab farm has been fished before, so they changed to a new spot. The Barents Sea is so vast, there could be many places where more crab farms are generated. Let’s find another spot. With our radar on, the moment they appear, we’ll surely notice them. Moreover, we might even find their buoys and then wait for them to show up.”

On the sea, crab fishing vessels use radar and look for scattered buoys to find other crab boats.

Yet, after sailing another 8 hours on the Barents Sea, the Alps hadn’t detected the Arctic on their radar.

The Tiger Whale and Long Tail appeared twice, and everyone was aimlessly searching for the Arctic…

Jindai Warehouse’s patience was gradually wearing thin as he coldly chuckled towards Kreg: “Those local snakes in the port who intentionally leak information, if we find Qing Chen, all will be well. But if we don’t, I’ll make sure you pay dearly for this.”

Kreg quickly reassured: “Don’t worry, we’ll definitely find them. They are bound to be in this sea area. Where else could they go?! There are no King Crabs in other places!”

In Kreg’s mind, the crab fishing vessel was meant to catch King Crabs, after all!

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Late at night.

The Arctic slowly docked at Oslo’s berth 14, their ship lights out, quietly waiting.

Old John, Zhang Jian, and Nedup sat on the ship, each holding a cigarette, incessantly smoking like three chimneys.

This is what sailors on crab ships needed, constant nicotine to stay alert.

They looked at Qing Chen and Yang Yang: “What are you two doing?”

Qing Chen, using a charred stick, scribbled on Yang Yang’s face, transforming a pretty young girl into a grubby crab hunter.

Qing Chen himself casually gestured and then outright used the taboo substance ACE-005 to make his face dirty.

Zhang Jian asked in confusion: “Are you two afraid of being recognized? But if only your faces are dirty and ours are clean, isn’t that a bit too deliberate?”

Qing Chen looked at Zhang Jian: “Thanks for the reminder.”

Thereupon, Qing Chen also disguised the other three.

He explained: “Our appearances are relatively easy to recognize, so disguises are necessary, especially since the people who chartered the ship this time are no fools.”

Just then, at the end of the small road leading to dock 14, two SUVs and one box truck drove in, their lights off, proceedings done in utmost silence.

Yang Yang whispered, “It looks like they too don’t want their movements to be spotted.”

“I wonder what they’re up to on the Yermakovsky Islands,” Qing Chen mused.

At that moment, Qing Chen took out a flashlight and signaled two short and one long flash towards the three vehicles, then jumped off the crab fishing ship and set up the gangplank.

Those three vehicles then offloaded four men and two women, and one of the middle-aged Caucasian men directed Qing Chen: “Move everything from the cars to the ship. Each box is labeled, and the equipment inside is very expensive, so don’t damage it.”

After speaking, these six people stood off to the side.

There were no introductions, nor any offers of a helping hand.

Qing Chen was amused. He turned around and called to the people on the ship, “Come down and help out. Old John, operate the crane and lift their stuff onto the ship.”

At this point, a young white man frowned, “These equipments are very expensive; it’s better to carry them by hand. The crane operation is not stable.”

Qing Chen raised his eyebrows. Was there really a difference? How could using a crane be unstable?

However, he didn’t say anything. He called over Yong Yong, and together they lifted six suitcases and three sealed wooden crates onto the ship.

Qing Chen listened closely; there was no sound of breathing from the boxes, at least they weren’t transporting living people.

Two women and four men stood by, watching. During the move, if the box tilted slightly, they would warn Qing Chen and Yong Yong.

Once Qing Chen and his team had finished moving the crates, the six people looked around before boarding the ship.

What’s more surprising was that after they boarded, they took up the entire cabin dormitory.

Originally, that cabin was for eight people, but the six of them closed the door and didn’t let anyone in, even asking Qing Chen for the keys to the dormitory.

Qing Chen was speechless, “There are only six of you taking up an eight-person dormitory; what’s the point?”

The middle-aged man said, “We have private matters to discuss, and can’t have others listening in. You can just manage on the deck for a few days. We’ve paid so much money, naturally, there’s a hardship fee included. Otherwise, what do you think we are paying all this money for?”

Qing Chen thought to himself that 70,000 euros wasn’t really that much…

It’s as if they think they’re God or something.

You’re transporting items onto the ship; surely lifting your own suitcases isn’t too much to ask.

At this moment, the middle-aged white man said, “Someone come and clean the dormitory, it’s too dirty in here.”

Zhang Jian glanced at him, “We cleaned it before you boarded. What’s dirty? That’s just the condition of the ship!”

“No, if you don’t clean it, we won’t pay the last 10,000 installment,” a girl said.

Zhang Jian thought to himself, not paying is fine; it’s not like the money comes to me personally.

But after Qing Chen gave him a look, Zhang Jian resignedly picked up the mop and started mopping the floor…

A middle-aged man and five young men and women, it was unclear exactly what they were planning near the Yermakovsky Islands.

After setting sail, the six just briefly admired the scenery on the deck before heading back inside the cabin and locking the door behind them.

The Arctic slowly made its way out toward the open sea.

Qing Chen sat on the deck, closing his eyes and listening quietly.

A voice whispered inside the cabin, “The ship that was sunk in 1866 should be near one of these seven coordinates; I think we should start with A2, the probability is higher there. If we can find parts of the ship underwater, that would confirm we’re in the right place.”

“Alright, then let’s tell the captain later to head to A2 first and give him the coordinates.”

“If we don’t find any trace at A2, we’ll move to A4, where someone previously found a handmade ship anchor near there. I suspect that this anchor belongs to the Dawn. If there’s still nothing at A4, then we’ll go deeper to A7, where the waters are deep, and hence, it has never been explored before.”

“No worries, we have an Awakener this time with powers over water; we should be able to find the gold coins lost on the ship. We still have a long time before we travel back to the Inner World; if we can find the gold coins, our trips to the Inner World won’t be so hard.”

“But be careful of the Future Organization discovering us, otherwise, they might force us to join, and the profits would have to be shared with them.”

“By the way, are there really gold coins on the Dawn?” someone quietly asked.

“Yes, everyone thought it was an empty ship, but in London while I was purchasing antiques, I discovered a letter written by the captain of the Dawn to his wife, mentioning that he was carrying gold coins headed to the Greenland Islands, which was loot taken from the East. They were transferred at Cyprus port and placed on the Dawn. If it weren’t for finding the captain’s letter, I wouldn’t have spent so much effort.”

Upon hearing this, Qing Chen opened his eyes. He looked at Yong Yong and whispered, “This is actually a team of Time Travelers, and they have an Awakener with water powers in their team, likely specializing in treasure-hunting. According to them, a ship named the Dawn which carried 19th-century gold coins sank to the bottom of the sea, and their trip was specifically to retrieve these gold coins.”

Yong Yong’s eyes lit up, “I like this kind of thing.”

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “I suspect they might consider killing us to eliminate witnesses after they find the treasure.”

Yong Yong’s eyes lit up again, “Isn’t that even better?”

At this time, someone in the cabin quietly asked, “Do you think there’s anything wrong with this ship?”

“There shouldn’t be any problems; they all look like ordinary fishermen to me.”

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Chapter of 5000 words, another one at 11 PM tonight.

Requesting monthly ticket.