It's night, it's dark and moonless.

There was the pounding of the tide, the sound of the wind, and the sound of "tick-tock" water droplets on the deck, as if someone was dragging wet shoes and rubbing on the ground, and the person scratching was irritated.

Shajiri, who had just lit a cigarette at the stern of the boat, followed the voice and looked for it. In the dark night shrouded in the darkness, there was a figure walking on the deck, with his back turned to him, and he couldn't see clearly.

"What are you doing?"

Something big happened tonight, Shaqiri's nerves were tense, he didn't walk forward, but whispered from a distance.

"Shaqiri, don't trust Lowe."

Unexpectedly, he didn't, but the figure in front seemed to be waiting for him. The foot of the figure also stopped, and the back figure had not completely turned around, and the cold and hoarse voice first entered his ears.

The voice was unexpectedly familiar. It turned out to be Bill. Shaqiri's pupils shrank, and he stepped forward subconsciously, with a suspicious look on his face: "Bill, you are actually still alive, where are you hiding, is it the captain..."

"Don't trust the first officer, he deceived us."

The monotonous and stern tone was repeated, as if it meant some kind of deep meaning, and the strange content in the words couldn't help Shaqili not worry, he gritted his teeth and slowly approached Bill.

The back of the half-brick turned quickly, revealing a pale and stern face. When he glanced at him, Shaqiri confirmed that it was Bill in front of him, but it was difficult to see the stiff muscles on the face, the dead white eyes of the dead fish.

"Don't follow me!"

About seven or eight steps before and after, Bill suddenly turned back and twisted, and his feet moved from stillness, rubbing the deck with a tooth-ache, plunging into the darkness.

Bill moved his forefoot, and Shaqiri immediately chased after him like a conditioned reflex. As for the phrase "don't follow", it was probably this warning that prompted him to follow without hesitation.

"So, it is human nature to die."

At the captain's door, Yaerlin, who was looking down at the deck, slowly closed his mouth and whispered. He withdrew his gaze, his calm face changed to a frightened one, and he reached out and knocked on the door.

The door is not locked, and it opens as soon as it is pushed.

The inside of the door was pitch black, and there was no light at all. Yaerlin was thoughtful, his eyes were half closed to capture the subtle movement more likely. He did not enter rashly, but stood at the door and called softly: "Captain !"

After calling three times in a row, the oil lamp in the room was lit, and Yaerlin felt a little stunned. On the chair next to the oil lamp, Via sat in his clothes, with the sword at his feet and was held in his left hand, and he held a match in his right hand. The flame of the oil lamp illuminated half of his cheeks, and the whole person was immersed in the darkness.

"What's the matter?" Via's eyes were on the door.

Yaerlin lowered his head and spoke in panic: "The ship doctor discovered the problem in the corpses, as if there were some strange bugs in the corpses. There are also bugs."

"Bug?" Via suspected that she had heard it wrong.

"The ship doctor is not very sure, so I came to ask the captain, he needs all the pirates to check, or he can have more corpses..." Yaerlin's face was pale, he deliberately paused, calculating the time in his heart, and At the same time, he imitated the expression of a disgusted and frightened person vividly, "I saw that the ship doctor dissected the corpse."

Yaerlin pretended to be half-vomited, his voice trembling: "The ship doctor said that time is very short, and we must find out the cause as soon as possible, otherwise, I am afraid that everyone will contract the disease."

Bugs? Autopsy? disease?

Via was trying his best to digest these incredible information, and just when he was about to go over and take a look for himself, a dull gunshot cut through the night.

The sound of the gunshot was the sound of a flintlock musket, and the owner of this musket was only Old Moore on board the Via. Via stood up abruptly, his sword was a little on the ground on his forefoot, and his heels quickly followed. .

Dang dang dang... The percussion and footsteps were almost densely integrated into one sound, Yaerlin hurriedly stepped aside, only to feel a dark shadow passing by him, he looked closely behind him, and only felt that Via's The steps are very strange, just like those transformed bodies, the distance of each step has been precisely measured, and the shadow of the ups and downs of his own body actually resembles a bat flying at a low altitude.

the other side.

Shaqiri chased all the way to the door of Old Moore's room, and saw with his own eyes that Bill got into Old Moore's room just now, he stopped and hesitated, but just as he was hesitating for a moment, a gunshot came close at hand. .

The night was punctured, the door opened, and a faint smell of blood wafted into Shajiri's nostrils, and then a staggering figure stumbled out of it.

The figure staggered under his feet, covering his stomach with one hand and holding a flintlock gun with the other, it was William.

"William, what happened inside?" Shaqiri blurted out.

"Oh, it really hurts."

William's cheeks were twisted together because of the pain. The moment he saw Shaqiri, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he raised his hand and threw it without hesitation.

Shaqiri was still in shock, he subconsciously caught the flintlock musket, looked at William, and saw William suddenly smile strangely~lightnovelpub.net~ I'm really afraid if you don't show up, fortunately, you come Well, then it's you who killed old Moore. "

"What?" Shaqiri realized that something was wrong, but it was too late.

William grabbed the wound on his stomach with all his strength, blood was leaking from his fingers, and his voice changed because of the pain, "Shaqiri, you can't run!"

Shaqiri turned around and wanted to run, but the sound of hurried footsteps was approaching behind him. The sound of the metal hitting the deck was Captain Via, and the back road was blocked. Shaqiri's eyes were tearing apart. Pull the trigger on the gun.

"boom!"

The gunshots rang again, the sparks shone, but there was no sound of gunshots penetrating the flesh. Shaqiri watched William staring at himself with an idiot look, then covered his stomach and fell in response, roaring like a madness, As soon as he threw away the musket, he took out the short knife from his arms and rushed towards William.

It was not until he pounced on William that Shaqiri saw the scene in the room from the corner of his eye. The table and chairs in the room were knocked over, a corpse was lying on the ground, and the blood under him spread.

There is no Bill! ! !

William's face turned pale. He fell to the ground and didn't have time to stand up. He had to use all his strength to roll on the ground and roll towards the room. There was a burning pain behind him. Obviously, the short knife still slashed across his back. A **** hole.

"Go to hell!"

Shaqiri was not thinking about where Bill was hiding, his chest was already filled with anger, he raised his knife and was about to stab William again, but the cold "neighing" behind his back made his scalp numb, and he stopped reluctantly. Suddenly, the center of gravity was unstable, and the foot slipped and fell and hit the wall.

Thump fell to the ground, with his back against the ground, he raised the knife to his chest, and saw a black light like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, choosing to devour someone.