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The person who fell into the sea was quickly retrieved, but there was no sign of life. During the ship's journey, such disturbances were not uncommon; even if someone occasionally heard something, they wouldn’t pay much attention. Zheng Rufeng and Lin Yuan had just been one level below, so the sounds were clearer to them.
By the time Zheng Rufeng and Lin Yuan arrived at the scene, the crew had already begun emergency resuscitation efforts on the person who had fallen overboard, but the results were far from promising. It seemed as if he had already died upon falling; how could he be saved?
“Was it a wrist-cutting? I saw blood everywhere,” a few crew members discussed among themselves, uncertain about what to do next. Their captain was on his way over, and Zheng Rufeng watched from a distance, frowning slightly as he contemplated stepping forward.
“Don’t,” Lin Yuan pulled him back and gestured for him to observe their surroundings. A few people with sharper hearing were approaching, but like them, they merely stood at a distance, watching without any intention of intervening.
It dawned on Zheng Rufeng that most people would instinctively avoid such situations and wouldn’t dare to get involved. He almost made a mistake. Fearing that too many people would attract attention, he had come alone, not expecting to run into Lin Yuan.
The two didn’t rush back to their cabin; instead, they decided to take a look on the deck.
“What do you see?” Zheng Rufeng asked first. There weren’t many people around them; unless someone got close enough, they wouldn’t hear what they were saying.
When the man fell, blood quickly surged up, and he was wearing bright-colored clothing. If it had been a suicide jump into the sea, he wouldn’t have chosen such conspicuous colors. It was likely foul play.
But who would target an ordinary crew member? Unless someone on this ship harbored murderous intent towards him—this point couldn’t be ignored.
“I heard from Xiao Yin that you’re quite skilled with hacking. Can you check this person’s background and see if he had any enemies?” Lin Yuan suggested.
“Let me look into it,” Zheng Rufeng replied. Since he could hack into the ship’s network, Lin Yuan figured he could access information about these individuals.
On the deck, perhaps word had spread because only a few people remained; those who came out did so to relax and didn’t want to be affected by this incident. Lin Yuan found a relatively quiet spot and shared his suspicions.
They were likely trying to scare the snake out of the grass; if we acted, we would expose ourselves. Where did the police get their information?
Zheng Rufeng was well aware that he was referring to the contraband on the ship. There were undercover agents at the ship's departure point, and he had clearly expressed that something was off about the vessel, with a high probability of illegal goods being present.
But how could such a conclusion be drawn?
This question wasn’t impossible to answer. Zheng Rufeng sighed and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up.
New drugs had been developed, and that damned group was preparing to transport them to Haishi as the first test batch. They were treating them like lab rats. If the effects were good, they could transport some quantity to other cities. As long as there were people willing to engage in such transactions, this batch of drugs would be considered a success.
Before coming here, I had already checked the surveillance footage from the cargo hold of the ship and hadn’t found anything unusual—only a password lock. It was highly unlikely that anything would be there; we suspected that the other party might have it on them.
Zheng Rufeng said.
But if that's the case, the object would be smaller, making it harder to find. Could it be that there’s something suspicious about the crew member’s death?
After a few seconds of silence, Lin Yuan asked, "What do you mean?"
If it wasn’t a personal reason that led to the crew member's death, and he didn’t commit suicide, then there’s also a possibility he was silenced by someone. It wouldn’t be difficult to do that at sea.
Just as the two were discussing this, a beautiful woman in a red cheongsam approached with two glasses of red wine, a polite smile on her face.
"Good evening, gentlemen. Would you like to sample our fine wine?"
In the night, the glasses of wine seemed to shimmer with a hint of crimson, mingling with the flickering lights as a subtle aroma wafted through the air.
Lin Yuan didn’t drink much and politely declined. Zheng Rufeng, being more cautious, also refrained from drinking.
"I apologize for disturbing you," she said with a smile before turning away to approach another guest.
After she had made her rounds on deck with the red wine, she finally stepped onto a beautifully designed high-heeled shoe and arrived at a shadowy spot behind the bar where a man was standing.
"How is it?"
Just now, among the few onlookers who discovered the crew member's death, only a handful stepped forward to take a look, and Zheng Rufeng was one of them.
The two individuals appeared to be Chinese; it was unclear whether they were simply uninterested in the wine or afraid of causing trouble. Compared to the foreigners, there were not many Chinese people on board who came out to enjoy the wine. Moreover, the quality of the wine on this ship was not particularly high.
He kept a close watch on them. The fact that they could hear the commotion so quickly made him feel uneasy. The beautiful woman placed the wine aside; there was no drug in those bottles, or it would have been too obvious. She lifted her glass and took a gentle sip, her gaze landing on the massive wine cabinet in front of her.
That person really had some nerve, openly displaying such valuable items right under everyone's noses without fear of someone taking advantage. Ha, there were only one or two people on this ship who could afford such luxury. Keeping it here was the best protection.
"Ariel, you wouldn't be trying it out behind my back, would you?"
"Of course not! This new product is measured by weight; if it's even one gram short, I’ll be held accountable. Darling, don’t be so quick to suspect me."
That was how things stood.
Later that evening, Lin Yuan checked all the information regarding the deceased crew member and sent it to Zheng Rufeng and others, who planned to investigate further the next day. However, after just one night’s rest, they still hadn’t fully recovered their spirits when people were already bustling about on deck. The plain-colored floor was being meticulously cleaned, and beads of cold sweat were forming on the captain's forehead.
He glanced at his phone and dialed a number. Lying in bed, Lin Yuan saw an unfamiliar call come through. He answered it and received the grim news about another crew member's death.
There had only been a minor conflict between them; it was hard to believe things had escalated to this point. "Consultant Lin, do you think there might actually be a murderer on this ship?"
"Don’t panic until we get to the bottom of this. Bring the body to the storage area; we’ll head over shortly."
Just as one person had died, another followed suit—there had to be some connection between them. Lin Yuan believed it couldn’t just be coincidence.
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