Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 589 Diners
It seemed particularly quiet on the deck of the fishing boat today.

The sun is warm, the wind is gentle, and the water is calm. As far as the eye can see, there are only sparkling waves, which reflect the sea surface like floating gold foil.

The workers did not start work, but gathered together to encourage each other, looking towards the cabin with complicated eyes from time to time.

As the effects of the alcohol wore off, fear once again took hold of these submissive workers, so they had to hold on to anything that could give them a sense of security, such as fish knives, crowbars, hooks, and even the knots of the fishing nets they dealt with every day.

As time passed, the workers' expressions became more and more uneasy, and their glances in the direction of the cabin became more and more frequent.

"Paul." John summoned the courage to ask.
"Why, why doesn't anyone come out?"

"They're all sick." Paul stood up and declared victory.

Even if he has no basis at all.

The workers who were forced to the edge of the cliff could only grasp this life-saving straw and cheer each other up,
"Yes! At least the first mate will come to supervise us."

"They must be sick! The poison we gave has taken effect!"

"We can escape! I remember where the lifeboats are."

"The weather is perfect now, let's go now!".
The workers moved together with forced smiles, but John, who looked worried, was left behind.

"How could it be so fast?"

he muttered.

"John!" Paul, the leader, greeted loudly,

"Follow me quickly!"

"Got it!" John quickly quickened his pace.

Although they wanted to escape, the key to the room where the lifeboat was stored was in the first mate's hand, so the workers had to rush outside the first mate's bedroom.

Walkway corner.

The group of people winked and winked, and finally Paul came out and quietly went to the bedroom window to take a sidelong look.

Soon, he waved towards the corner.

Heads popped out one after another, and after confirming what Paul meant, the workers cautiously followed in.

"There's no one in there," Paul said bluntly.

Oddly enough, the workers didn't meet any crew members along the way, as if the entire ship was empty.

"Great!" Someone came to the door excitedly,

"This kind of lock is easy to open, as long as there is a wire"

Boom!
Everyone looked around in fright, and quickly held down Paul who was smashing the window with a crowbar.
"You're crazy!"

"It will attract people here!"

"Let me go!" Paul raised his shoulders and shook off his companions' hands.
"You guys need to be clearer! What time is it now! We all have to run away!"

Only then did everyone react, and without caring about covering up, they quickly helped to break open the window.

Click! Bang~blah blah blah.
The laborers broke into the room through the window, rummaged through the first mate's room, and soon found a bunch of spare keys.

"Great!" The person who got the key was ecstatic and hurriedly handed it to Paul.

"Is the key to the warehouse inside?"

Of course Paul couldn't tell the difference, but after searching the whole house, he only found this bunch of keys.
"Definitely! Let's go!"

"it is good!"

"Walk!".
The workers rushed to the stern of the ship without stopping and started trying one by one at the door of the emergency supplies warehouse.

No pairing.

Although the sunshine today is not harsh, the workers are sweating profusely and look like a bunch of water rats.

"What should I do?" someone asked dryly.

No one could answer his question, not even Paul, who was still trying to find the key.

"How could it be? This, this... must be missing one." He was still inserting the keys into the keyhole one by one.

"Paul?"

"Twist to the left, you should try twisting to the left"

"Paul."

"Left side, harder"

"Paul!"

"stop fighting!!!"

Paul shook his head and roared,

"I'm trying! Didn't you see I'm still trying the key!"

The dirty black headscarf slipped off as a result, and his tangled hair fell down. His unkempt face looked like a wild horse that was about to run to death.

"Paul." Everyone was frightened and backed away, but John held his shoulder.

"somebody is coming."

"Who?" Paul straightened his aching back, brushed aside his messy hair and turned around to see a bloated figure standing not far away.

After taking a closer look, I realized that he was still an acquaintance.

"What are you doing here?" Paul asked the "heavily armed" technician coldly.

The technician in front of me was dressed strangely - he was wearing a thick cotton coat to endure the high temperature. He also had gloves and boots. He even wore several layers of masks on his face, as if he wanted to cover his whole body tightly. .

"I, we, want to escape." Affected by the three- and four-layer masks, the technician could not even understand what he was saying.

"Are you out of your mind?" Paul couldn't understand what the other person was doing at all.
"Are you trying to suffocate yourself to death?"

The technician obviously couldn't stand this burden. After fussing for a while with no results, he finally took off all the masks.

"Ha! Haah, haah. Haahah, haah."

It's so easy to catch my breath,
"We need to escape quickly!"

The technician weakly wiped the sweat off his face with a mask.

"This ship is contaminated and it's all doomed!"

Forced by the situation, the two sides finally reached a settlement and sat down to exchange information and information.

"After I found out that the radiation dose in that plate of food exceeded the standard, I wanted to go find the captain!"

"The result. Guess what the result is?"

"All the crew members I met on the road were crazy! They wanted to bite me and eat me when they saw me!"

"I knew it. I knew the company had bad intentions. There must be something wrong with this sea area!"

"I don't want to worry about anything anymore. We have to escape quickly!"

"Don't even think about escaping on this ship. There are so many lunatics, and we are no match for them!"

Perhaps because he finally figured out that a cotton suit would not only not protect him from radiation, but would also cause him to suffer from heat stroke, the technician finally took off his clothes so that he could explain the current situation to the workers.

The workers who learned the truth were naturally filled with indignation.
"Radiation? Is it the kind of thing that will melt people?"

"It's terrible! My mother warned me before we set off that the Japanese were polluting the ocean and told me to be careful!"

"No one reminded us. No wonder the crew didn't even want to touch the squid they caught and let us eat it every day!"

"Devils! They are the devils!".
"Don't think so much!" the technician urged impatiently.
"The food was fine yesterday, but suddenly it changed today. Maybe the chefs would be finished!"

These words made the workers feel a little guilty. After all, the food was actually dropped by them.

"So do you have a way to open this door?" Paul coughed twice and started to change the subject.

As an emergency place for storing life-saving supplies, the warehouse door is made of alloy and is extremely strong and cannot be opened without human effort.

"According to regulations, the key here must be kept by the captain himself." The technician said firmly,
"Aside from the captain, only the first mate will have backup."

"We've been to the first mate's room." Paul showed the keychain in his hand to the technician.

"See if it's inside." The technician checked carefully and shook his head in disappointment.
"No."

"I've also been to the captain's cabin. It seems they have all the keys with them."

The workers were silent for a moment.

Until Paul suddenly stood up: "Then go find the captain."

He looked at his companions who looked confused, cowered or angry,

"We can't go back!"

The workers carrying long ropes and short knives began to search the ships step by step. Even the technicians, who had always been weak, were brave enough to carry thick iron rods used to twist ropes.

Surprisingly, the top management cabin was empty.

The cabin of the entire squid fishing boat is divided into three levels. The upper level is the management living room and driving room; the middle level is the ordinary crew residence and canteen; and the bottom level is the cold storage, fish cabin, fishing gear storage room, water tank machine room and other functional rooms. , the corridor is where foreign workers live.

The top-level search yielded no results, so naturally everyone had to search downwards.

Come to the stairs.

The place is in a mess, with debris piled up against the walls scattered all over the ground, looking like ruins.

呲——

Paul stretched out his hand and opened the porthole in the wall, letting in the warm sunlight and illuminating the stairs that were covered with suspicious stains.

The room seemed a bit cold, and the workers with soaked clothes subconsciously huddled together due to the cold.

Paul straightened his chest and stepped down the stairs first.

squeak.

The steps were in disrepair and were somewhat overwhelmed.

Just at this time.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound around everyone, and before anyone could figure it out, a big bag suddenly rose up from the ruins next to the stairs.

"Ahh-".
The workers suddenly became confused and the technicians ran away.

The big bag collapsed immediately, and it turned out to be a Japanese sailor buried in the debris. After getting up, he rushed to the stairs without saying a word and flew towards Paul.

"Paul!"

Others were so unbearable, and Paul, who was in the midst of the brunt, was so frightened that he collapsed and leaned against the wall. The fish knife in his hand was trembling and he couldn't lift it up. He could only watch the man's crazy and twisted face getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

Boom! Zhizhi—

Paul closed his eyes tightly and huddled up. He felt a gust of evil wind pass by him and quickly opened his eyes to take a look.

The man actually smashed the steps into a dent, and without caring about his head and blood, he struggled like a mad dog using all four limbs, rolled and climbed, and disappeared at the end of the stairs in a short while.

"Paul!"

"Paul, are you okay?".
Only then did the workers react and rush to the steps, pulling Paul up and shaking him.

"No, no, no, no, it's okay." Paul touched his forehead in shock, but immediately felt a pool of moisture.

He took his hand back in a daze and saw that it was sticky and a little smelly, as if it was the saliva thrown by the madman.

"That's it." Only then did the technician slowly touch back.
"What I just encountered is this kind of lunatic. Everyone is crying out for hunger. It's so scary."

"Paul." John backed down.

"Are we going to continue?"

"." Paul wiped his hands hard on his body,

"We can't go back!"

After the unexpected episode just now, the rest was uneventful.

There was no one in the crew cabin on the middle floor, and almost every door was not closed. It was as if everyone suddenly abandoned the work at hand and fled.

But the surroundings were obviously quiet, and this strange silence made everyone even more frightened.

Until you get close to the only walkway leading to the cafeteria.

After passing through the same open passage door, there was gradually some slight movement in front, dense and rhythmic, and difficult to hear clearly, just like thousands of ants crawling in the dark corner, and they were about to fall into everyone's eyes at any time. Goosebumps appeared on their skin.

The big iron door at the entrance to the cafeteria was ajar, but everyone stayed away.

But the weird technician actually took out a pair of binoculars, quietly moved to the wall and looked through the crack in the door.

"It's full of people inside," the technician reported in a low voice.

"I saw everyone was eating. That was the first mate!"

The workers took turns sharing their views and roughly confirming what was going on inside - everyone was standing or lying down, forming several circles and munching on something.

What are you eating?

No one dared to think about it, but the suspicious juice splashing from time to time and the sour squeaking sound were enough to give them nightmares for several days.

But the desire to escape outweighed the fear.

A fat figure with a bear-like back was crawling not far from the door, devouring food.

No one on the ship except the first mate had such a figure.

John, who was sharp-eyed, had even seen the keys on the other party's belt, which were jingling and shining, as if they were flirting with each other to seduce the living people outside to come to the door.

"What? What should I do?" someone asked timidly.

"Let's go in together." Paul said solemnly.

But wherever he looked, few people dared to look at him.

"You cowards!" the technician who was farthest away said angrily.
"Are you still men when so many of you are bullied by that fat pig every day?"

"It's not like I want you to kill him, why don't you even dare to steal something?"

"Look, he hasn't noticed us at all now. If you want to take action, hurry up!"

Although it was unpleasant to hear, the provocation had some effect.

So Paul took the lead holding the iron rod, and the others followed behind, quietly approaching the door with bare feet.

Paul gripped the door handle, took a deep breath, and pulled slowly.

squeak~~

No one cared, the diners seemed to be interested in nothing but eating.

Paul composed himself and tiptoed closer to the first mate.

Everything went well, and he soon arrived behind the first mate. He stared at the keys swinging back and forth on the other man's waist and waited for the right moment before reaching out and taking them out.

jingle.

The first mate happened to raise his head and lean up as if to pull something, and Paul missed the key.

"Gulu." Paul swallowed.

A little closer. A little closer.
Paul stretched out his arms desperately and took a small step with his feet.

But the moment his front foot landed, Paul knew something was wrong.

The ground in front of him, which looked normal, turned out to be slippery and unbearable. In an instant, Paul lost his balance and fell forward, falling firmly onto the first mate's back.

Snapped.

The first mate stopped moving, and Paul's heart dropped to the bottom of his heart.

So under his unspeakably frightened gaze, First Officer Ishiguro turned around like a stop-motion animation.

And Paul finally saw clearly the octopus legs hanging from the other party's mouth.

It turned out to be eating octopus, Paul thought nonsensically.

But then, he discovered a fact that made his hair stand on end.

The octopus foot was not broken at all, but grew directly from the opponent's mouth!
(End of this chapter)