captain migraine

Caesar looked up and down at the lively and healthy young man, and then blankly slapped off the other's finger that was still poking at his waist, McGarl gasped and retracted his paws, rubbed and raised his eyelids Ask a man: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Three days." Caesar stood up from the bed, inserted the Ghost Killer back into the knife and threw it on the desk.He picked up the kerosene lamp with a long metal needle, and then made the light a little brighter. The man seemed to be concentrating on doing this little thing, but he did not forget to remind his slave, and said lightly, "It's just that the mermaid flicked his tail, and you were the last to wake up."

"...I dreamed of my hometown."

"Like what a dying man would do."

"I gave up everything and struggled to wake up just to have one more look at you."

Caesar was unexpectedly silent when he heard this.He put down the long needle in his hand to fiddle with the kerosene lamp, and walked back to the side of the bed. McGarr could feel that the side of his bed had sunk deeply again—it was just the depth that an adult man would press out, and the man was tall. His figure completely enveloped him, and when Caesar approached him expressionlessly, Comrade Walrus stepped back involuntarily.

"Your hometown?"

"kindness."

"East?"

"Far away, in the East." And hundreds of years later.

"You're talking about a place where humans would sit on metal objects and fly like birds above the clouds, and have the fastest means of transportation, and it would take only ten hours from Germany to the East—hundreds of years, right? You're telling Me, during these three days, your soul left your body, so you were unconscious and unbelievable, let the wind and rain outside, or the sun in Liege, for three days and three nights, you lay here, relying on me to force you Open your mouth, pour fresh water down your throat, dilute all food, keep you alive, and now you tell me you weren't here when all this happened?"

The man's series of questions that seemed to be sung made McGarl dare not nod—although what the other party said was probably true, but at this moment, the expression on Big Dog's face could not be more clear, "As long as you nod , I'll break your neck right now", Comrade McGarr said that he had seen too much——

McGarl stared at his captain in a daze, until the other party pulled away from him a little bit, and squeezed his chin heavily with his rough thumb, the man said in a slow and warning tone: "I I said, don't lie to me, if you dare to nod, you will die."

McGall: "..."

Comrade Walrus feels he has suffered serious internal injuries.

He is like a prince who kills a witch, draws his sword to cut down the thorny forest, and fights the dragon for [-] rounds and finally wins. When we arrived at the princess's castle, the girl inside was sitting on the boudoir bed with her legs crossed, cracking melon seeds, and she pouted melon seeds all over her face. The princess said, "Why the hell are you here so late? The paint on your face is not good enough. Who saw—you thought you were acting in a movie?"

In layman's terms, I gave you my sincerity, and you turned around and fed it to the dog.

McGarl took a deep breath and was about to explode, but Caesar suddenly changed the topic, and the topic changed 380 degrees. He stood up from the bed, folded his arms and looked down at his slave, using his With a paralyzed face, Zhang asked without emotion: "Are you hungry?"

McGall: "..."

He wanted to pretend to be a little bit more spineless, but he found it very difficult for him to say "not hungry" at this moment.So the walrus officer lifted the animal skin blanket covering his legs, sat up with his upper body propped up, and was about to put his legs on the ground and stand up to go out to find something to eat. Suddenly, Caesar's question stunned him. in place—

"Can you stand up?"

McGarl stopped all his movements. He raised his head to look at Caesar inexplicably, but found that those amber pupils suddenly became a little unnatural. Going to see him, touched his nose, and then slowly said in a calm tone: "During the interrogation, Lake was also thrown in the head by the mermaid—"

The man pointed to the side of the temple, and continued, "He was unconscious for two hours, then woke up, and found that his lower body was unconscious—"

McGarr's eyes widened in surprise, and he asked in disbelief, "Lake is paralyzed?!"

"What are you doing so loudly?" the man frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm not paralyzed, don't interrupt me next time. Now he's healed, and the paralysis seems to be only temporary, but the injured part of Lake Like you, I was wondering if there was some kind of impact on the head that caused this - Bakir couldn't figure out why, now you try to stand up - be careful and don't get dirty My rug."

What stained your carpet.

If I'm worried that I'll fall and break it, just say so, what's the shame, really.

McGarl giggled as he moved his leg off the bed, and...

He knelt down without hesitation.

Caesar: "..."

McGall: "..."

Caesar sighed: "Lie back, I'll ask someone to bring you something to eat."

The black-haired young man collapsed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what if I'm paralyzed for the rest of my life?"

Caesar replied blankly: "Your idle food is not missing on board, even if you eat it for the rest of your life."

McGarl: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, of course you have to support me, I was paralyzed to save you!"

"Don't shout, it's too noisy, you won't be paralyzed forever."

The man frowned, and helped the walrus crew to put the legs that were as stiff as wood back on the bed, and covered him with an animal skin blanket. After he was settled, he turned and left the captain's lounge—it was probably already late at night Yes, it was very quiet outside the cabin, probably even the person on duty was secretly dozing off, and did not call anyone. Caesar went to the kitchen to get some bread and fruit for Megal himself, and after giving these foods to Megal, He turned to the wine rack and poured himself a glass of wine.

In Caesar's warning "don't drop bread crumbs on my sheets", McGarr wolfed down the bread, stuffed it into his mouth, and drank sweet and sour wine. Looking at the sea breeze, he relaxed and sipped the whiskey in his hand lazily, and finally slowed down the movement of his hands. While chewing the food in his mouth quickly, he said inarticulately: "Why is it swollen? Borrowed?"

The captain withdrew his gaze from the moonlight outside the window, turned his head, and stared at the walrus with no expression on his face.

The latter wisely swallowed the food in his mouth, drank a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and then said in his clear and emotional voice that was comparable to that of an oriole: "So, you haven't asked the result yet?"

"You don't want to eat in my bed again in your next life."

"...Don't get angry from embarrassment."

"That group of mermaids are very strict." Mentioning the unfavorable things in the past few days, the captain's eyes became a little colder, "We caught ten mermaids, and two of them died that night because of their serious injuries , the remaining ones were brought onto the boat by us, they would not eat or drink, and many of them died one after another in the past three days... Now there are only two left, they are very healthy, and they are very sensible and have no intention of starving to death. My own tricks against me, they are enough to lead us to where I want to find."

"Where do you keep them?" McGarr reached out to grab the pineapple on the plate, eating intently.

He lowered his head, not seeing the momentary hesitation in Caesar's eyes.But soon, when the black-haired young man who didn't get an answer raised his head inexplicably to look at the captain, there was no trace of emotion in those amber pupils, "In the hold, one is on the lake boat, and the other is angry. On the wind."

"Why did you separate?"

"Just because they're not going to kill each other, and they're not going to starve to death, doesn't mean they're happy to be alive."

"Tell me about them," McGarr said, aiming for the last and best dessert, which was probably the dessert that Caesar had brought for him out of mercy, "I'll see if I can help."

"You mean your strange inherent charm to women? I don't think that works on mermaids, either."

"I really want to help you." McGarl raised the spoon speechlessly, and made a gesture of throwing a dart in the direction of Caesar. "Why would someone with your personality be willing to follow you?"

"Aren't you the one at the forefront of the following team?"

"...Okay, yes, I am." The captain had a helpless expression on his walrus officer's face, "So what's going on with those two mermaids?"

"One is dumb, born on the Reck's boat," Caesar said. "She only understands our language, but she can't write it—a timid character, always hiding at the bottom of the cabin pool. The remaining one Can speak and write, but seems to be the same blood of the merman leader we killed, she is looking for a chance to wring my head off my neck every day-this is probably the only reason she hasn't starved herself to death, I personally think that if you expect to get something out, you can only start with her."

"Oh."

"It's over, how can you help?"

"I haven't thought of it yet."

"...How could I have hope for you?"

"...I don't know, maybe it's a dog jumping over the wall in a hurry?"

The man sighed helplessly, took away the walrus man's empty plate, wiped his hands carefully with a towel, and then turned off the kerosene lamp.This night, probably because he was afraid of pressing McGarr's wound or for some other reason, Caesar didn't sleep on the bed, but slept on the large sofa in the captain's lounge.

Comrade Walrus had to express that he was very lonely.

The next morning, when it was still daylight, a sailor pushed open the door of the captain’s lounge—in the past, they dared not do this, but today seemed different. He quickly followed the gloomy face The captain said something in German, too fast for McGarr to hear, but he knew it was definitely not good news, as could be seen from Caesar's almost furious face.

About 10 minutes later, McGarr finally knew what was going on.

At that time, as a paralyzed man, he was lying on Lake's back, exchanging paralyzed heart with him enthusiastically.Then the two of them walked down the silent bottom deck. The kerosene lamp in the bottom deck was flickering, but this did not prevent McGarr from seeing at a glance a lifeless man floating beside the simple and large pool in the bottom deck. The corpse of a mermaid, the foul-smelling sticky green blood almost dyed the pool water a pale green.

She has dark skin, long hair as black as seaweed, and a beautiful face with the last expression of shock and anger before death.

On her chest, there is a dagger, it is a rolled-up dagger, the blade is not so sharp, on the dagger, there are three top-grade sapphires and eighteen first-grade opals under the faint light of the kerosene lamp Shiny under.

McGarr raised his eyebrows, and found that the murder weapon that sent this beautiful mermaid to Huangquan Road was shockingly familiar.

ghost kill.