Pirate's Nest Order

It was night, dark and moonless.

The waves are crashing, the wind is blowing, and there is a "tick-tick-tick" sound of water dripping on the deck, like someone's dragging shoes rubbing against the ground, making the scratcher feel irritable.

Shaqili, who had just put water in the stern and lit a cigarette, followed the sound and found a walking figure on the deck in the dark night, with his back turned to him, and he could not see clearly.

"What are you doing?"

Something big happened tonight, and Shaqiri was nervous. Instead of walking forward, he whispered from a distance.

"Shaqiri, don't trust Lowe."

Unexpectedly, he didn't, but the figure in front of him seemed to be waiting for him, and his feet also paused. Before his back was completely turned around, a cold and hoarse voice came to his ears first.

The voice was unexpectedly familiar, and it turned out to be Bill. Shaqiri's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously stepped forward with a wary and doubtful expression: "Bill, you are really alive. Where are you hiding? Are you the captain?"

"Don't trust the first mate, he lied to us."

The monotonous and stern tone was repeated, as if it meant some kind of deep meaning, and the weird content in the words couldn't be ignored by Shaqiri. He gritted his teeth and slowly approached Bill.

Ban Brick's back quickly turned around, revealing a pale and stern face. After a glimpse, Shaqili confirmed that it was Bill in front of him, but it was difficult to see the stiff muscles on the face and the white dead fish eyes.

"Don't follow me"

About seven or eight steps back and forth, Bill suddenly turned back and twisted, his feet suddenly moved from stillness as they scraped the ground, making a tooth-gripping sound on the deck, and plunged into the darkness.

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

"So, it is human nature to die."

At the captain's door, Yarlin, who was condescendingly looking down at the deck, slowly closed his whispers. He withdrew his gaze, replaced his calm face with a frightened one, and knocked on the door.

The door didn't lock, it opened with a push.

It was pitch dark inside the door, with no light at all. Arlin was thoughtful and half-squinted his eyes to capture the subtlest movement. He did not enter rashly, but stood at the door and called softly: "Captain "

After shouting three times in a row, the oil lamp in the room came on, and Yaerlin felt a little scared. Wea sat on the chair next to the oil lamp with his clothes on. The sword was placed at his feet and held in his left hand. He held a match in his right hand. The flame of the oil lamp illuminated half of his face, and the whole person was in the dark.

"What's going on?" Via looked towards the door.

Yarlin lowered his head, and spoke quickly in panic: "The ship doctor discovered the problem in those corpses, as if there were some strange bugs in the corpses, the ship doctor suspected not only the few dead people, but also other living pirates on the ship. There are also bugs."

"Bug" Via suspected that she heard wrongly.

"The ship's doctor is not very sure, so I came to ask the captain for instructions. He needs all the pirates to come and check, or there may be more corpses." Yaerlin's face turned pale. He paused deliberately, counting the time in his mind, and at the same time, The expression of a disgusted and frightened man was perfectly imitated, "I saw the ship's doctor dissect the corpse."

Yarlin pretended to be half-vomited, with a trembling voice: "The ship's doctor said that time is short, and the cause must be found out as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will be infected with the disease."

bug autopsy disease

Wea was trying his best to digest this incredible information. Just when he was about to go and take a look in person, a dull gunshot pierced the night.

The gunshot was the sound of a flintlock musket, and the owner of this musket was only Old Moore on the Via. Via stood up suddenly, with the turning sword a little on the ground on the front foot, and the frequency of the heel followed quickly. .

The clanging sounds and footsteps almost merged into one sound. Arlin hurriedly got out of the way, only to feel a black shadow passing by. He looked closely behind him and felt that Via's steps were abnormal. It was strange, just like those transformed bodies, the distance of each step was precisely measured, and the undulating outline and shadow of his body actually looked like a bat flying at low altitude.

the other side.

Shaqiri chased all the way to the door of Old Moore's room and witnessed Bill entering Old Moore's room just now. He stopped and hesitated, and at this moment of hesitation, a gunshot sounded close at hand. .

The night was pierced, the door opened, and a faint smell of blood floated into Shakiri's nostrils, and then, a stumbling figure stumbled out from inside.

The figure was staggering, with one hand covering his stomach and the other clutching a flintlock. It was William.

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

"Oh, it really hurts."

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

Shaqiri was still in shock, he subconsciously caught the flintlock gun, met William's eyes, and saw William suddenly smiled strangely, "I'm really afraid that if you don't show up, fortunately, if you come, then kill Old Moore's man is you."

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

William grabbed the wound on his stomach hard, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. His voice changed due to the pain, "Shaqiri, don't even think about running away."

Shaqiri turned around and wanted to run, but the sound of hurried footsteps behind him was approaching. The sound of dense metal hitting the deck was Captain Via. Gun pulled the trigger.

"boom"

The gunshots rang out again, and sparks shone, but there was no sound of gunshots entering the flesh. Shaqiri watched William staring at himself with the eyes of an idiot, then clutched his stomach and fell down in response, and let out a mad roar, Throwing away the musket, he drew a short knife from his arms and rushed towards William.

Shaqili didn't see the scene in the room until he rushed towards William. The tables and chairs in the room were overturned, and a corpse was lying on the ground, and the blood under his body spread.

No sign of Bill

William's face turned pale. He fell to the ground and had no time to stand up. He had to use all his strength to roll on the ground and towards the room. There was a burning pain in his back. Apparently, the short knife still scratched his back. A bloody gash.

"go to hell"

Shaqiri wasn't 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" sound behind him made his scalp numb, and he stopped unwillingly. Suddenly, the center of gravity is unstable, the foot slips, falls and hits the wall.

He fell to the ground with his back to the ground and raised the knife to his chest. He saw a black light like a poisonous snake spitting out messages, choosing people to bite. If you love reading, how can you not follow this public account? Search v-letter for: or popular online articles, let’s chat about online articles together~