After all this, Yale left the deck. I don't know if it's an illusion, but with the sinking of the ghost ship, the fog seems to be a little smaller.

The setting sun is slowly setting, and the sea not far away, under the gray fog, is rippling with a touch of blue.

That night, the helmsman of the night watch was Roster. The temperature was getting lower and lower these days. He used cotton slivers to block the water from the wheelhouse, and put on a thick fur coat.

After making sure that no cold wind could blow in from outside the door, Rost fastened the buttons at the collar, lay down on the chair, and planned to sleep until dawn.

"Poor Kevin."

Before going to sleep, the helmsman thought about it in a daze. He thought of his friend who had been missing for a few days, and his heart was bitter.

Everyone on the boat knew that Kevin must be dead. He had been missing for so long, and he was at sea again. There was absolutely no chance of luck.

The helmsman involuntarily began to recall. Before going to bed, his mind was full of acquaintances, fights, gambling, and drinking.

Soon Rost closed his eyes, snored lightly, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the urge to urinate. He yawned and walked out of the wheelhouse. He swayed to the guardrail and untied his trousers. The comfortable feeling of excretion lifted his spirits.

When he woke up a little, Rost found that the fog had dispersed again, at least not in a situation where he could not see his fingers.

"At this speed, the day after tomorrow will be almost astigmatism."

The helmsman fastened his trousers and turned around. The shadow of the behemoth in front of him made him jump.

"what!?"

The sound spread out empty, and no one responded.

Rost dared to walk in and take a look, and in the slightly thin mist, a rotten warship quietly parked aside.

Ghost ship? Still that one!

The helmsman shuddered suddenly, and stretched his neck to look desperately. Sure enough, the subtleties were the same as the ship in the daytime.

This ruined ship should have been sunk by that knight, how come it came up again, it really is an evil thing! No, you have to notify the captain immediately.

Rost was about to run to the captain's room, when a dim yellow light suddenly flashed across the room, and in the rolling mist, the small light point gradually became larger.

such a thing? He opened his eyes wide and tried to take a closer look.

A gust of cold wind blew, blowing away a large area of ​​fog, and the hull of the ghost ship was clearly visible. I saw the lights in the wheelhouse of the rotten ship suddenly lit up, and there were faint shadows flickering, which was very strange.

There are lights on this broken boat? Don't you mean no one?

The helmsman was horrified, a chill surged from the soles of his feet to his chest, his body seemed to be soaked in cold water, unable to move, staring at the group of lights like a wooden man.

Suddenly, in the wheelhouse in the distance, the figure seemed to have noticed his peeping, the lights flickered violently, and then the figure came over with the light.

limping, faltering, slow, but firm...

huh, huh, huh...

Roster was breathing desperately like a drowning man, and big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, nose, and brows. Reason told him that he must run away immediately.

His body was like a demon, and he couldn't help but want to see the face of the figure.

The lights are getting clearer, ignoring the distance between the sea and the space, and sticking closer and closer. The figure next to him was shrouded in the shadow of the lights, and he could only see his limbs and torso.

Do not! Do not! Do not! Do not! ! !

He struggled hard in his heart, but the blood in his body cooled rapidly because of the terrifying sight, freezing stiff.

Pooh! The helmsman lowered his head sharply and spat out a mouthful of white blood. He bit his tongue and regained his mobility with the help of this severe pain.

At this moment, the lights and the proximity, Roster ran desperately towards the wheelhouse, the traces of coldness behind him, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, blowing on his neck, like... the breath of a dead man!

No, can't stop here! It's too dangerous, let everyone know and leave immediately! Even if you are lost, you have to leave this **** sea.

In the frantic run, his brain was running fast, and the wheelhouse was in front of him. As long as the alarm bell there was sounded, everyone could be awakened.

The knight in the day will also wake up, no matter what the **** it is, it must not be able to stop his flame, it must be so!

boom! The helmsman suddenly opened the door of the wheelhouse, only to find a wet figure sitting in his place.

"Who are you, get out of the way!" The helmsman was furious and stretched out his hand to push.

The "man" turned around, grinning on his rotting, puffy face, and a few pieces of rotten flesh slid off the floor with its movements. Through the mouth with only eroded gums, you can see the back wall, below the belly, where the sea water is leaking.

"Kevin!? No!"

Roster forced out another face from the swollen outline, and in an instant, two wet octopus-like arms wrapped around his neck, getting tighter and tighter...

the next day

"Another dead helmsman on board."

"Didn't the ship across from it sank last night? Why did it float there so well today?"

"We're probably entangled! That thing must have wanted us to stay with it and stay here!"

"Shut up, don't be silly, the Imperial Knights are here, get out, get out of the way."

The crowd gave way to a wide passage. Since the founding of the Agaliq Dynasty, the ability of the knight class has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and almost everything can be solved by dispatching.

So far, passengers remain confident

In the wheelhouse, the bald captain was holding a corpse with a sad expression. It was not until Yale came to his side that he released the corpse and carefully placed it on the floor:

"Those of us who have been drifting at sea all year long hope to die on land... But in just a few days, I lost two brothers."

"Only by finding out the truth can they rest in peace." Yale patted his shoulder comfortingly.

Fei Wen took a deep breath, nodded, and stood up: "Please."

The teenager put on gloves and lifted the white cloth on the corpse. What caught his eyes was a horrified expression-two eyebrows were twisted into a gray-white line, his eyes were round, and his lips were cyanotic.

He opened the corpse's eyelids, saw dark red blood spots, opened his jaw, and the hyoid bone was also broken.

Yale turned his head and shouted at the sailor, "I need a sharp knife."

"No need." Charlene walked to his side, squatted down, the shadow of her fingertips floated, and with a light stroke, she broke the corpse's chest:

"Spotting bleeding on the serosal surface of the viscera, with congestion, dark red blood flow, eyelid bleeding, hyoid bone fracture...heart damage, mixed with red rose blood spots...death in the dual environment of suffocation and shock, there should be no chance of death. wrong."

The female knight calmly observed the internal organs and recited the autopsy report. It seemed that what was in front of her was just an ordinary item.

"That's right." Yale agreed, which was similar to the result of his own analysis, so he couldn't help but glance at her.

At this time, the doctor on the ship squatted down with needles and threads in hand, and sewed up the chest cavity for the body...

"What are you going to do?" The girl turned her body sideways and asked softly.

"Since they all had accidents in the wheelhouse, then I'll stay in the wheelhouse tonight." Yale's expression was a little gloomy, and he gritted his teeth: "Before that, I'll have a look on the boat. It's very likely that we What did you miss last time?"

"I'll go too." The two of them looked at the ghost ship opposite.