"In 1900, the second district wasn't online yet, so they couldn't possibly recognize me as a Star Lord, let alone associate me with Lieutenant Haas," Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, lying on his dormitory bed.

Regrettably, he hadn't seen the true appearance of the extraterrestrial meteorite, but judging from the heartbeat-like sound, it should be some kind of life form.

The Vatican's The Way of the Extraordinary had been staying in the hold, guarding that thing.

"If I could just get a glimpse, I could know the true nature of the extraterrestrial object, and see what the Vatican people are guarding against," Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

At that moment, his inspiration was inexplicably triggered, and he felt something watching him in the dark.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately got up and strode out of the dormitory and into the corridor.

The narrow corridor was silent, and from the dormitory doors on either side came the sound of even breathing and snoring. Just an hour ago, they were still gambling and playing cards in the room, but now they were all asleep.

Seafaring was a tedious and boring job. Except for the soldiers who were on duty patrol, others could drink appropriately, and gambling was also within the permissible range of entertainment.

Zhang Yuanqing stood in the silent corridor, scrutinizing with a solemn expression. That feeling of being watched had disappeared.

"What the hell..." Zhang Yuanqing muttered, returning to the dormitory, closing the door, and not daring to sleep. He just sat by the desk by the window, waiting for dawn.

"I'll test the Vatican people tomorrow. If they and the captain aren't on the same side, then I'll directly control the captain. Doing so is a bit radical and could easily trigger a major crisis..."

While he was thinking, he looked around the dormitory aimlessly.

As he looked, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized something was wrong. This dormitory was too clean. Apart from a few lieutenant's uniforms and toiletries, there was basically nothing else.

A normal person's room would have something, even the poorest soldier would have a lighter, cigarettes, and pin-up photos of actresses, but his room had nothing.

"Is it because Lieutenant Haas is a temporarily created character, so everything about him is blank? Otherwise, it would be terrifying to think about..."

It was simple, the situation in the room was either as he guessed, or... everything about Lieutenant Haas had been cleaned up, which was why it was so clean.

If that was the case, then Lieutenant Haas's identity was not simple.

But considering the mysterious feeling of being watched just now, he forcibly suppressed it, took off his shoes, lay on the bed, and watched out for the unknown gaze in the darkness.

Time passed slowly, and the outside of the window gradually brightened. The warm sunlight shone on the sea, and the entire sea surface reflected shimmering light.

Dawn had broken.

Zhang Yuanqing pretended to be energetic and held an iron washbasin containing a toothbrush and towel, heading to the deck to wash up.

The deck and ship's side were full of sailors and soldiers washing up, describing women's breasts and buttocks with vulgar words, and looking forward to returning to port for "preaching and receiving enlightenment".

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing coming over, the discussion stopped instantly, and everyone brushed their teeth and washed their faces silently.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the navy on the deck and smiled, "Where is your respect for the officers?"

The navy scrambled to get up and salute, shouting "Officer" and "Lieutenant".

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to continue washing up. He also squatted down to brush his teeth and wash his face. "They're afraid of me, not the fear of subordinates towards officers..." Zhang Yuanqing's face was expressionless, but he became more and more certain that there was something wrong with the character of Lieutenant Haas.

After washing up, Zhang Yuanqing went to the cabin to enjoy breakfast. Halfway through his meal, a soldier holding a rifle approached and said, "Lieutenant Haas, the captain invites you to come over."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of warm milk.

The soldier shook his head. Zhang Yuanqing leisurely finished his toast, bacon, sausage, and fried eggs, then drank the warm milk in his cup, before getting up and following the soldier out of the cafeteria, through the cabin, and to the second floor. The two stopped outside the captain's office.

The soldier knocked on the door of the captain's office and then retreated.

"Come in!" Captain James's voice rang out.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the door and entered the captain's office, seeing the middle-aged man, who was both a captain and a lieutenant, sitting behind his desk, looking over with deep blue eyes and a steady voice containing authority, "Did you sleep well last night, Lieutenant Haas?"

"I didn't sleep too well because I missed my sweetheart at the Red Powder Bar," Zhang Yuanqing shrugged. "Oh, God, I've been on this ship for twenty-some days. I think about women every day. Fortunately, we'll be home in a week at most." After speaking, he saw that Captain James's expression had become more serious.

"I summoned you here to inform you that from tonight, you will participate in the patrols until we return to the port of Surly," Captain James said.

"Yes!" Zhang Yuanqing stood at attention and saluted.

James nodded in satisfaction, "Go do your work."

Zhang Yuanqing turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and turned back to ask, "Captain, I had a craving for tobacco last night, but I couldn't find even a bit of tobacco in my room. You know I can't live without tobacco. Without it, I can't complete the patrol work properly."

James was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I will have the sailors send eight packs of cigarettes to your room."

Watching Lieutenant Haas's receding figure, James's blue eyes were as deep as the sea.

"A character who can't live without cigarettes, how could there be no cigarettes in his room? Lieutenant Haas's room has been cleaned up." Zhang Yuanqing, walking on the deck, chuckled.

Of course, if Lieutenant Haas was just a temporarily created character, this detail wouldn't need to be taken into account. But Zhang Yuanqing had the ability to sense emotions and had already confirmed that the sailors and navy seemed very afraid of "Lieutenant Haas," which meant that the character of Lieutenant Haas had a plot.

From another perspective, if The Way of the Extraordinary ignored the "soldiers' fear" and the overly clean room, they would miss certain clues.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing decided to verify it again. He turned a corner, entered the cabin, and found the supply office of the logistics department.

The person in charge of the supply office was a paunchy man with gray eyes and a high hairline. His skin was loose. Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come in, he shivered violently and got up in a somewhat cramped and nervous manner, "Ha, Lieutenant Haas, what are your orders..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanqing snapped his fingers, pulling him into an illusion. The gray-eyed man drew a crew registration form from the shelf where the documents were placed, checking the supply of cigarettes, alcohol, cheese, vitamin C, and other materials.

Zhang Yuanqing bypassed the gray-eyed administrator who was in a daze and walked to the wooden shelf, taking out the personnel registration form.

The registration form had a full ten pages, with more than five hundred people, of which nearly half of the names were crossed out in red pen.

"So many people have died..." Zhang Yuanqing flipped back to the first page, looking at the list at the front.

As soon as he saw it, his brows furrowed immediately. There were only two lieutenants on the list, one named Steven Simpson and one named Wart Ricard. There was no "Lieutenant Haas."

"I saw Lieutenant Ricard yesterday, but I didn't see Steven Simpson. There are only two lieutenants on board..." Zhang Yuanqing's eyes narrowed. He put down the crew registration form and looked at the gray-eyed administrator who was in an illusion.

"Snap!" In the sound of the snapping fingers, the gray-eyed middle-aged man fell to the ground with a "plop," falling into a deep sleep. Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared into the room and came to the gray-eyed middle-aged man's dream.

"Lieutenant Haas?" The gray-eyed middle-aged man was somewhat dazed. He was clearly working, but in the blink of an eye, Lieutenant Haas appeared.

Zhang Yuanqing asked directly, "Where is Lieutenant Steven Simpson?"

Hearing this, the gray-eyed administrator suddenly changed his expression drastically, his face as pale as paper, his fat body trembling.

"Where is Lieutenant Steven Simpson?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.

The gray-eyed middle-aged man trembled even more violently, his lips trembling, his face twitching, as if he had triggered some terrible memory.

The dream began to shake and was on the verge of collapse.

This was the self-protection mechanism of people in extreme fear. Zhang Yuanqing hesitated for a second between stabilizing the dream and withdrawing, choosing the latter.

He felt that asking further would cause bad changes... He jumped out of the dream, ignored the sleeping gray-eyed administrator, and left directly.

He was not The Way of the Extraordinary of the first district. The Newspaper Boy didn't have illusion or dream abilities. Obtaining information through dream abilities might trigger a crisis in advance, and he wasn't ready yet.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the dormitory in the hold and saw two packs of cigarettes and a box of matches on the small desk.

He lit a cigarette without a filter and smoked it in a presentable manner. As the green smoke curled up, his thoughts flowed.

"There are two lieutenants on board, Lieutenant Steven is gone, and there's an extra Lieutenant Haas. Is my character replacing Steven Simpson?"

"The room was cleaned up. Why was it cleaned up? I understand. Lieutenant Simpson left something behind. The cleaned-up things are the hints given to The Way of the Extraordinary by the instance..."

Zhang Yuanqing threw away the cigarette and looked around the room again. He exhaled a mouthful of Yin Qi, turning it into a round and lovely baby.

"Aba..." The little rascal waved his arms, hugged Zhang Yuanqing's calf, and looked up at his owner and old father happily.

He hadn't played with his owner for a long time.

"Find valuable things in the room," Zhang Yuanqing stroked his sparse, downy hair and casually promised a big reward, "When we leave here, I'll take you to play games."

Hearing this, the little rascal seemed to be injected with chicken blood, his little face serious, and he craned his head left and right.

After the little rascal crossed the Saint stage, his treasure hunting ability had a breakthrough, and Zhang Yuanqing was looking forward to what items he could find.

He saw the little rascal turn around in place, suddenly float up, come to the table, grab two packs of cigarettes, and give them to his owner as if offering treasure.

"So young and already likes cigarettes?" Zhang Yuanqing slapped his Q-bomb little butt, "Not them, keep going!"

The little rascal disappointedly put down the cigarettes, craned his head, as if sensing something.

A dozen seconds later, he climbed off the table and quickly crawled under the bed, not coming out for a long time.

Zhang Yuanqing dragged out the wooden box containing clothes and leaned over to take a look. The little rascal was under the bed, looking up at the bed board.

Zhang Yuanqing followed his gaze and saw a palm-sized notebook taped to the bed board with yellow tape.

"Did Lieutenant Steven leave it behind?" He reached out and peeled off the tape, taking out the booklet.