Xia Chuan was also stunned for a moment, and then turned his gaze back to the person leaning in the bathtub. Obviously, that person was also left a little confused by Shen Lan's words, and turned his gaze to Xia Chuan. The two looked at each other, both with a hint of puzzlement in their expressions.

"This is more like it..." Shen Lan clicked his tongue beside them and said, "You really don't know each other?"

Generally, when people look similar, it's hard for them to realize it themselves unless someone else points it out. And even if someone does say it, they always feel like it's not quite the case. So Xia Chuan and that person both turned their gazes to Shen Lan and asked in a low voice, "How are we alike?"

Shen Lan: "..."

This domineering figure, who already had some issues with verbal expression, scratched his cheek with his arms folded, looking troubled.

"...Your facial features are quite similar except for the eyebrows and mouth. And your voices are also a bit alike, just that one is a bit hoarser." Maybe it was still because he had just been tormented...

It's just that the person leaning in the bathtub looked a little older than Xia Chuan, about thirty-something years old.

As Shen Lan spoke, that person seemed to have rested enough and regained his strength. He stood up, holding the edge of the bathtub, splashing some water from his clothes onto the floor. He smiled apologetically at Shen Lan and Xia Chuan, and said, "Sorry, I got your bathroom wet, but I probably don't have the strength to clean it up for now. If you don't mind, could you let me go back and change into a set of clothes before coming back to clean up?"

His smile was very faint, just a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, and it disappeared very quickly. Apart from fatigue, there was nothing more to be seen in his expression. At least Shen Lan and Xia Chuan did not feel any hostility or aggression from him, but they always felt that this person was a dangerous character.

This was actually a very contradictory state.

After Shen Lan and Xia Chuan exchanged a glance, it was still Xia Chuan who spoke first, "In your state... it's not very convenient for you to go out, right? Wait here for your clothes to dry a bit before going out?"

That person smiled faintly again, "I thought you would simply lend me a set of dry clothes."

"You think we would have clothes to lend you?" Shen Lan raised both hands very generously, showing the hospital gowns he and Xia Chuan were wearing, and said, "To be honest, we were just fished out of the sea by the people on this ship the night before last, with nothing but the bare essentials, not a single piece of extra fabric."

Xia Chuan glanced at him, and then shifted his gaze back to that person with a calm expression, adding, "Unfortunately, the luggage didn't get salvaged along with us."

That person looked past them and swept his eyes over the empty room, saying, "So you were temporarily assigned to stay in this room?"

"Mm." Xia Chuan nodded.

"No wonder," that person had a look of sudden realization, "I remember this room was an unoccupied empty room, that's why I came here to take shelter."

Since the other party had taken the initiative to bring up this topic, Xia Chuan naturally wouldn't let it pass. He picked up the conversation and asked, "Remember? You were originally on this cruise ship?"

"Of course." That person nodded. His strength seemed to recover very quickly. With a long stride, he stepped out of the bathtub, "You don't mind me coming out, right? Don't worry, I'll just stay here and won't track water out."

He bent down and drained the water from the bathtub. Xia Chuan glanced at the bathroom, reached out and took a white bath towel from the towel rack beside him and handed it to the man.

"Thank you." That person gave Xia Chuan another fleeting smile, took the fluffy towel and started drying his hair.

Shen Lan watched for a while, and felt that this person didn't look like Xia Chuan anymore. After all, Xia Chuan looked cold, let alone smiling, even his facial expressions didn't change much. And he definitely wouldn't take off his soaked shirt and pants without any regard for others staring at him, simply wrapping a towel around himself...

Apart from his appearance being similar to Xia Chuan, this person's personality and temperament were completely different from Xia Chuan's.

He didn't seem uncomfortable at all in someone else's bathroom. He wrung the water out of his soaked clothes, then took down another dry towel, wiping the water droplets on his upper body while lifting his chin in a certain direction, "My room is actually not far from yours. By the way... you don't have any extra clothes to change into, right? When mine are a bit drier, I'll go back and get a couple sets for you, as a thank you."

"As for the size," he looked Xia Chuan up and down, "You should have no problem wearing them, we're not much different in height and build."

After saying that, he sized up Shen Lan and said, "You might find them a bit tight. Forget it, I'll go borrow another set from my friend. He's not as sturdy as you, but he's about the same size. Wearing hospital gowns all the time is not very convenient after all."

Xia Chuan was naturally happy to be able to change into a set of clothes. He wasn't the type to be curious about others to begin with, so seeing that this person had been talking in circles without saying anything of substance, he didn't continue to ask. But unfortunately, he had a straightforward teammate beside him.

Although Shen Lan felt that this person's personality and temperament were vastly different from Xia Chuan's, with their appearances being so similar, it would be too much of a coincidence to say it was just a coincidence... He couldn't help but ask again, "Are you sure you're not brothers or something?"

Xia Chuan glanced at him in annoyance and said helplessly, "Maybe, who knows, I grew up in an orphanage and never saw my family."

That person shook the towel in his hand and chimed in, "Oh, not brothers, that much I can be sure of. My parents only have me as their son. Maybe we're distant relatives with some blood ties?"

Although he said such words, he didn't seem to want to get to know Xia Chuan, who might be a distant relative, in depth.

"Your clothes won't dry for a while, right?" Shen Lan folded his arms, glanced at the clothes hanging to the side, raised his chin and said, "Didn't you say your room is nearby, which one is it? Is there anyone else inside? We might as well go and get you a clean set."

That person smiled faintly again, "My son is inside, he's a bit young and doesn't take well to strangers. He definitely won't open the door for you. Let me borrow this bath towel. While there's still some time before mealtime and there are few people in the corridor, I'll go back first."

They only chatted for a short while, exchanging no more than a dozen sentences back and forth, but Xia Chuan noticed some of the man's characteristics.

Whenever he spoke, he habitually had a very faint smile, but that smile was very light, only floating on the corners of his lips, never reaching his eyes. He didn't seem cold, but in fact had no interest in others. Every response was polite, not too deep or shallow, always quickly sliding from one topic to another...

It was as if he was wrapped in a layer of smooth skin on the outside, but the core inside was cold and hard, with a high level of vigilance.

Since he took the initiative to leave, Xia Chuan and Shen Lan naturally wouldn't insist on him staying. They weren't particularly enthusiastic people either. The man tidied the towel wrapped around his waist, carrying his still-wet clothes in one hand and wiping his hair with a dry towel in the other, and walked out of the bathroom.

The white towel was dry and fluffy, large and soft, half grasped in his hand and half draped over his shoulder.

Xia Chuan and Shen Lan exchanged a glance and followed behind him to politely see him out. The man used the hand holding his clothes to grasp the metal door handle, first opening the door halfway and glancing down the corridor to make sure no one was wandering around before fully opening the door and walking out. He raised his hand to Xia Chuan and the others as a farewell, then reached behind to close the door for them.

At the instant the door closed, the hand holding the towel to wipe his head dropped down, and the towel draped over his shoulder slid off with it.

"The door is closed." Shen Lan waved his hand in front of Xia Chuan's eyes, then grabbed his wrist, wanting to tidy up the bathroom a bit. He indeed liked water, but that didn't mean he could tolerate puddles of water others had soaked in scattered on the floor.

Xia Chuan frowned, "I seem to have just..."

"Seem to have what?" Shen Lan asked, seeing his hesitation.

"Seem to have seen something behind his shoulder." Xia Chuan carefully recalled. Because the door closed so quickly, he almost couldn't be sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "When the towel slipped, the part exposed on his back shoulder seemed to have a tattoo... wait..."

Xia Chuan was suddenly startled. He opened the door and chased out, but when he stood in the corridor, the man who resembled him had long disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on?" Shen Lan couldn't react at all.

"He has a tattoo on his back," Xia Chuan answered with a cold face.

"What tattoo?" Shen Lan asked.

Xia Chuan raised his eyes and cast his gaze towards Shen Lan's shoulder, saying, "To be honest, I didn't see it clearly, only a hint of a dark shadow. But I guess... it's the same as yours."

"Mine?" Shen Lan was stunned.

As for the tattoo on the back of his shoulder, Shen Lan himself actually hadn't paid much attention to it, of course, not in the past few years that he could remember. If Xia Chuan hadn't mentioned it to him a few times, he wouldn't even remember that he had a tattoo on his back.

Sometimes he indeed seemed a bit absent-minded. This was related to his experience of dominating the deep sea without natural enemies in recent years, and also related to his loss of a large part of his memory.

But he wasn't really foolish. This kind of code-like tattoo could always make people associate many things. He naturally wouldn't think it was just a simple decoration.

So when Xia Chuan mentioned it, he naturally reacted quickly, his brows furrowing deeply.

The previous intuition suddenly had an explanation. If that man was really related to his background, then all the pain the man had just experienced, Shen Lan had most likely gone through it all, so he could subconsciously think of ways to alleviate the pain.

"There are water marks on the ground." Xia Chuan looked down at the passage covered with a layer of brown-black thin carpet. Because the color was so dark, the water traces weren't obvious and required careful discernment. Xia Chuan and Shen Lan followed the water marks and walked a distance forward, finally stopping in front of a door with a brass plaque.

Just as they were about to raise their hands to knock, a voice suddenly came from the side, "I brought clothes."

Xia Chuan and Shen Lan turned their heads abruptly and saw the person they were looking for standing five steps away from them, a stack of clean clothes in his hands, looking at them calmly. His appearance was abrupt and silent, even Shen Lan didn't hear any movement...