Just when the old whistle thought he was doomed, the ghost suddenly spoke!
He spoke in very standard Chinese, in a soft, even gentle voice.
"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
This was Chen Xiao's first sentence after "waking up".
Upon hearing this, the old whistleman reacted in the most direct way: he was so scared that he wet his pants.
Chapter 250 [Choice]
The Japanese Navy's food seems to be pretty good.
The lunchbox in front of me was marked with the Japanese Navy logo, and the food included dried fish, pickled radish, a spoonful of overcooked beans, a rice ball, and a small bowl of seaweed soup.
These foods were found by smugglers in the ship's mess hall. The Japanese soldiers retreated in a hurry and were unable to take any supplies with them, so these were easily found in the mess hall's kitchen.
All the smugglers had to do was heat up the military rations.
Chen Xiao had already put on his clothes, which he had found in the ship's crew cabin. They were probably the personal belongings of an officer, as only officers were allowed to bring personal items onto the ship. Although there were many clothes on board, most were Japanese naval uniforms, which Chen Xiao didn't want to wear. Fortunately, he found a set of civilian clothes in an officer's locker.
This officer probably kept it so he could wear it out on leave while waiting to dock.
Chen Xiao was sitting on a stool in the restaurant, wearing a slightly tight set of casual clothes. The clothes were really too small, there was nothing that could be done about it. Compared to the average Japanese person's build, it was hard to find clothes that fit Chen Xiao, who was over 180 centimeters tall, so he had to make do for now. Moreover, this was Chen Xiao in his normal state... If it were his transformed form... if that were the case, those smugglers would probably be completely paralyzed with fear by now.
Holding a spoon, Chen Xiao began to eat without any hesitation.
He did look hungry—unbeknownst to him, he hadn't eaten for at least three days.
Chen Xiao ate with great relish, devouring enough food for six people and drinking about a liter of seaweed soup. Even when his stomach was completely full, he still lingered, clutching a strip of pickled radish in his hand, chewing and glancing at the "captives" in front of him.
Several smugglers, especially the old whistle, were speechless as they looked at the strange young man in front of them.
This guy... could he be a reincarnated starving ghost? Judging from his appearance, he really does look like a starving ghost.
However, as Chen Xiao finished his meal, the fear in Old Whistle and the others lessened slightly. After all, seeing Chen Xiao wolfing down his food, sweating profusely, and his breath clearly warm, and seeing the light shining on him, casting a shadow... perhaps he wasn't a ghost?
The old whistleman comforted himself.
The smugglers did try to resist, but the results of their resistance were tragic.
When Chen Xiao woke up and said he wanted to eat, Old Whistle was so scared that he wet his pants. The other smugglers had already run away, but soon, Chen Xiao simply raised his hand and grabbed at the group of people in mid-air. The guys were pulled back involuntarily as if they had a rope dragging them from behind!
The scene was absolutely terrifying! The smugglers immediately collapsed, losing all will to resist.
Then, under Chen Xiao's orders, they obediently began to scour the entire warship. Their objective was clear: to find a restaurant and food.
Now, Chen Xiao, who had finally eaten his fill, was crunching on a strip of radish. Under his curious gaze, the smugglers looked like startled quails.
"Creak, creak... You... creak, creak... Who are you? Creak, creak... Where is this... creak, creak... What place is this?"
Chen Xiao finished chewing one and then grabbed another.
The old whistle swallowed, feeling slightly more at ease.
At least... this guy was speaking Chinese, he didn't seem like a Japanese devil.
“We are…” Old Whistle glanced at his men, his face contorted with grief. After a moment’s hesitation, he suddenly knelt down in front of Chen Xiao with a thud, burying his face in his hands and pleading loudly, “We had no intention of offending you. Please, be magnanimous and spare us.”
Xiao seemed to want to say something, but the words caught in his throat as he seemed to abandon his original meaning, and a somewhat complicated smile appeared on his face, though his smile was still gentle: "Get up."
"..." The old whistle and several smugglers stared at Chen Xiao in disbelief.
"Get up." Chen Xiao gently raised his hand, and the old whistle stood up involuntarily. Chen Xiao's gaze fell on the old whistle's body and legs. He frowned, his eyes showing some dissatisfaction: "Go wash up. I like things clean."
The old whistleman's face immediately turned red.
He had been so scared that he wet his pants, and there was still a yellow stain on his crotch. There were also some white and red spots on his trouser legs and shoes. That was from the unlucky guy who shot at Chen Xiao at the beginning. He was hit in the head by a ricocheting bullet and fell down next to the old whistle, his brains and blood splattered all over his pants.
However, looking at the guy in front of him who seemed about to faint at any moment, and the few trembling "quails" beside him, Chen Xiao sighed inwardly: "Listen up, all of you. As long as you listen to me, you'll be fine. Otherwise... humph!"
A single snort nearly made the old whistleman, who had already stood up, kneel down again.
"I, we..."
"Go take a shower first, then I'll tell you what to do." Chen Xiao stood up abruptly, glanced at the smugglers, and said, "Don't even think about escaping. I can kill you anytime."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the ceiling of the restaurant, and the few energy-saving light bulbs hanging there suddenly burst into flames with a bang.
Amidst the horrified expressions of the crowd, Chen Xiao sneered and walked out of the restaurant.
Chen Xiao unceremoniously occupied the largest cabin on the ship. This was the captain's lounge, which also had a private bathroom, a special privilege that only the captain could enjoy.
Chen Xiao took a refreshing shower without any hesitation.
Standing under the showerhead, letting the scalding water wash over his body, Chen Xiao silently looked at the mirror in front of him, lost in thought.
By now, he has regained his senses and become clear-headed, but unfortunately... he still doesn't remember who he is.
He remembered fighting a fierce battle with a group of people on Mount Fuji, and it seemed that some people died, and then he blew up the mountain. The guys who fought him were men and women, old and young... He felt like he knew them well, or that he should know them?
But why can't I remember any of it?
Before that, my memories were of attacking a naval port and a ship... But before that, my memories became a blur, and I couldn't recall anything no matter how hard I tried. It felt like being drunk, with a hazy, disoriented head.
Chen Xiao has now recovered from his previous "rampage" state and returned to normal rationality.
His memory has also recovered a lot.