Thump….thump…thump….thump….

Like the heartbeat, the sound is very light, very light, if it is not close to the ear, it can't be heard at all; the frequency is very slow, the heartbeat frequency of a normal person is between 60 and 100 per minute, but at this moment the frequency of this sound is only 10 beats - With a scalp-numbing precision, it maintains an unstoppable frequency and repeats it.

It beats every 6 seconds. A more accurate description should be that it only beats for a moment at every sixth second.

Monotonous, precise, circular!

"This is not the heartbeat of a human being." The ship doctor opened his mouth slightly, because of fear and excitement, the wings of his lips were attached to Jack's chest, and the cold touch of his skin rushed to his forehead along the nerves of his lips, "There is something in this corpse. The other thing is the heartbeat of that thing."

"Yes... it was that thing that moved the corpse."

If the ship doctor's entire life is stretched out to build the horizontal axis, supplemented by IQ to build the vertical axis, then the coordinates at this moment represent that his life is about to end, and the fireworks of IQ are shining at the peak.

Chao Wen said, can Xi die?

The ship doctor opened his mouth and his eyes were shining like never before. Suddenly, a black line flashed in his mind, and then Fuzhi blurted out: "Yes, that's not my illusion, there really is something in his eyes."

He let out a breath of foul breath, and suddenly opened Jack's eyelids, revealing a pale eyeball inside. cleaver.

The tip of the knife pierced the lens vertically, and irregular cracks opened on the pale eyeball. There was no blood oozing out. The ship doctor's movements froze, and then his heart became ruthless again. The tip of the knife was slightly lifted and moved down to the chest of the corpse.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the tip of the knife touched the skin on the chest, the ship doctor felt the "heartbeat" vibration transmitted along the blade to the five fingers.

His palm trembled violently, and a hole was drawn in the chest of the corpse.

On the other side, in the lower cabin, Yaerlin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his mouth curled into a cold arc, and he sneered softly: "Ha~ It's shorter than I expected, I really don't know what to do."

The "living dead" who were transformed and enslaved by Yaerlin are called slaves for the time being. Although they have not yet reached the level of vision sharing, to a certain degree of perception, they can use a kind of "pheromone" similar to the first time. The telepathic way of feedback to the owner.

For example, being attacked and destroyed!

Yaerlin still closed his eyes, counting the time in his heart, suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a name in a voice that only he could hear: "Via!!"

The wound opened, and the strangely pale flesh tissue was pulled to one side by the blade, exposing more of the wound to the air.

Black, dense black, the ship doctor looked terrified, and only felt a chill running straight to his forehead. He saw a black spider web in the flesh, and countless black threads penetrated the flesh and pierced the bones. Intertwined and intertwined, and the internal organs such as the liver, spleen, and lungs that should have existed, all seemed to be discarded garbage, piled up and squeezed into a mass of paste in the abdominal cavity in the lower right corner, and displayed quietly.

Death, silence, numbness on the scalp.

Only at the heart, can still vaguely recognize the existence of organs wrapped up by countless black threads, like some kind of infection and cancerous symptoms, dyed into a pitch-black color, beating strangely at a certain frequency.

"Live!"

A terrifying thought popped into the ship doctor's mind without hesitation. He always felt that the black heart was like a hatching egg, and inside the egg was secretly fermenting terror.

The next moment, a strange and gloomy voice suddenly entered the ears of the ship doctor. The voice seemed to come from far away, or it was like a whisper from the mouth of a corpse that was close at hand.

That's a name!

A familiar and scary name!

Familiar is because the ship doctor has heard the name countless times; horror is because the name was spit out from a dead mouth at this moment.

Trembling, palpitations.

The ship doctor was stiff in place, with a stiff neck, staring at the lying corpse with stiff eyes. He opened his own eyes, revealing a shattered eyeball, and in a pale eyeball the black line that the ship doctor hoped for had appeared. swimming.

"Via!"

The corpse repeated in a low voice.

"Via? Captain Via? Is it Captain Via? Why did the corpse spit out Captain Via's name?" The ship doctor's scalp was numb and his body was cold.

In the damp and messy storage room, the ship doctor's face was pale, and he felt as if a pair of cold and murderous eyes were watching him behind him, making him hesitate to turn around.

There was no one behind him, the door was closed, and there were only him and the three "corpses" in the storage room.

There are living creatures in the corpse, the living creature can manipulate the corpse, and the corpse cannot repeat the captain's name in a low voice for no reason. All this is related.

Seriously think about it!

The ship doctor bit his tongue fiercely. He didn't dare to think about it any more. In an instant, the "curiousness of medicine" in his heart was killed. Looking at the three corpses in front of him, how could he dare to salivate and explore them all? Occupied by unavoidable fear.

Immediately, he pulled out the blade, and immediately, the flesh was pulled back by the black thread that was shrunk and pulled, and apart from a thin seam that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, not even a single scar could be seen.

The ship's doctor's face twitched again, his face changed for a while, and then he quickly backed his legs, opened the door, and looked at the captain's room subconsciously.

Taking his eyes back, he let out a long sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and walked towards the lower cabin. He didn't want to accompany the three terrifying corpses anymore. In this case, it was necessary to find someone to replace him. There is a choice.

What the ship doctor didn't notice was that when he left the storage room and glanced suspiciously at the captain's room, it happened to fall into the eyes of first mate Luo Wei, so Luo Wei's face became even more ugly.

Bottom cabin.

Near the door, Fick stood beside Yaerlin's bed, his little eyes flashed fiercely, and he whispered in Yaerlin's ear, "Damn it, we killed Bill."

"Oh? Don't panic, speak slowly." Yarlin turned to his side, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes the color of the sea were deep and cold.

"There are several notes with a line of words written on them. Yaerlin killed Bill. I don't know how many people found that note." Fick said everything he knew.

Yaerlin can roughly guess what happened, he habitually rubbed his left eye, and his tone was still calm: "Who would believe something without evidence? Just an anonymous note? Hahaha ~”

"But?" Fick was still a little anxious.

Yaerlin put his finger to his mouth and made a booing action, his face suddenly became sly and treacherous: "Who said that Bill is dead? I never thought that Bill was dead, it was framed, I always thought Bill was hiding somewhere on this ship."