The cloudy and rainy weather that has been running for two weeks in a row makes people moldy. I'm not playing with you analogy, people, really moldy. Bayi Chinese website www? Www? W. 81z. Com is in Port Massa. To be more precise, somewhere between Port Massa and the warehouse district, go north from Bech Street to the end, cross the cement and railing that separates 6 from the sea, look down, you can Saw it.

Unfortunately, Becky after midnight is too tempting, confusing, and no one will go north to the end, and no one will have the leisurely to see the dark underground, the sea surface, and something is stuck, so that moldy thing It just floated there, occasionally being pushed by the black wave to the embankment, and then graved by the gravity, and returned to the wave.

For a while, this thing floated eastward. Oh, so that some people do n’t know where the east is-this moldy ‘person’, squeezed at the place where Hai 6 handed over, moved away from the port of Massa and drifted towards the warehouse area.

What hit in the dark.

"*!" After docking in a warehouse, a whispered curse appeared in front of the boat completely hidden in the dark. "** Be careful! New goods! I can't afford to pay!"

"It's not me!" The man on the boat was arguing. He seemed to have received something. The friction between the carton and the plastic sounded in the dark, and then the sound was gently laid out.

"Less there is nervous!" The people in front of the ship didn't seem to trust each other and were a little impatient. "Wait here, there is another box!" Then the sound of crossing the embankment was very light.

The figure of this person was barely visible in the darkness, and he could barely follow his movements with a small noise. In the narrow corridor between the warehouse and the warehouse, this person took a carton from another person.

A dialogue appeared, a new voice, "I heard something, is there anything."

"Uh, no." The person who took the box answered quickly, and then confirmed, "You are the last one."

"Yes."

The man holding the box gently twitched, and the sound of friction began to sound. "Why is it so light? There is not even half of the boss's standard!" This is questionable.

"This is only this month. The factory in our warehouse was burnt. Remember, the equipment. The staff are all new recruits, Smith knows ..."

"Shhhhhhhh!" The man with the box hurriedly stopped the person who explained, "Don't say the name of the boss when you deliver! Do you still want to work!"

"It's stupid. The name being heard is the same as the consequence of our delivery now. This kind of rule is boring."

"Uh, boredom, you can find the boss to react! *! Okay, I know, go back to your warehouse, don't be patrolled! Recently, the gang of Saidil probably estimated that the patrol was really ** Diligent! The people over Aix don't move fast ... "

The guy's already low voice became smaller and smaller, then disappeared, but walked away. Buried in the dark, his whereabouts are really not easy to grasp, but fortunately we know where he will go. The boat chants, follow ...

Before you go, stop here and explain something.

The conversation just appeared in Smith, the burnt warehouse factory, we should be able to guess what this ‘delivery’ refers to-Smith ’s underground industry, the best product. As for the following about Saddle and Aix, that is a pure complaint. The fight for the security company's business in Port Massa is not the focus. Regardless of.

It should be noted that the guy who just delivered the shipment comes from the Smith warehouse staff who was burnt once. Is this a demon, or is it a demon that once appeared. Remember, he told James that Eve and Lydia are not human.

It doesn't matter if you don't remember, what he is doing is more important now. He leaned against the outer wall of the warehouse, opened his head and opened his mouth, and slowly sat down. Adjust to a posture that can support his container without tipping, and relax the whole body. The rich black spewed out and followed the place we were going to.

"Hey! I said ..." The voice on the ship, "Something really hit us, listen!"

Bang, Bang, Bang ...

A dull, slight collision sound followed the waves rhythmically and appeared on the side of the small cargo ship.

"Uh!" Even if it was completely impatient, he lowered his voice as much as possible, "I see." The sound of the movement indicated that the guy leaned on the side of the ship, and immediately, "What are you doing! Turn off! Turn off! "

The flashlight's light appeared for a moment, describing what appeared-a small cargo ship painted in black, stacked cargo boxes, two people in black clothes, one lying on the side of the ship, and one on the side He was kicked with a flashlight.

"Don't you want to see it?"

"I said" look ", not look!" The ghost only heard the difference. "Don't mess up with me! Stay still, I've already touched this thing! Uh ... what's this stuff, slide It ’s not like autumn ... uh, what the **** is this, this, head, head ... "

"What do you mean?"

A clattering water sound, "Give me a flashlight!"

"Aren't you not watching!"

"give me!"

The light appeared again for a moment. Describe it again.

It was still the ship, the cargo, two people ... no, three, the extra one with its tangled head, puffy flesh, covered with rot like moldy spots, was leaned halfway against the side of the ship.

After the light disappeared, the world was quiet for a while, the sound of splashing, entering the water,

"Go! Go! Quickly go! Rowing! Go back to the freighter!"

When the oar collided with the embankment, the two guys no longer care about the sound, flipping the splash, and disappeared completely for a moment ... disappeared into the demon's vision.

Back in the narrow corridor between the warehouses, the black mist poured back into the container's wide open mouth. The demon stood up, raised his eyebrows, and seemed to see something interesting with emotion.

He walked outside while touching his chin, his eyes occupied by black ink, flashing, he was sending a message, naturally to his real ‘boss’, Crowley.

"Hey! What are you doing! Where are the people!" Is the security guard on patrol.

The unfamiliar inquiries interrupted the contact, and his dark eyes recovered temporarily, looking at the security guard trotting.

"Uh, my warehouse x is on night shift, and come out to breathe." The demon seems to understand the rules very well, and has begun to draw his own work permit.

The other party took the work permit, checked it very carefully, and compared the photos before returning it back, "Don't run around, be on duty."

"Yeah." The demon responded, nodded with no energy, and turned away. Just turned his back, his eyes darkened again, and continued to convey the message.

Take three steps, "Hey, that." Turned back again, "I, that one heard a little voice in the sea over there, you, uh, are you going to see it?"

"What sound?" The patrol security guard, who was about to leave, frowned. "Why didn't I just say?"

I have n’t got the instructions from the boss yet. Of course, the devil would n’t say that, “Oh, I ’m not sure, maybe I ’m too sleepy. I ’m hallucinating. I guess there ’s nothing. Uh, you are busy. Turn around, really gone.

Leaving a security guard wearing Saidil's security workwear blinking in place, he twitched his lips, hesitated for a while, and went in the direction indicated.

Fortunately, the floating object didn't float too far. (To be continued.) Xh: .218.2o4.13