God forbids me to fall in love

Moen's fingers trembled, and he was also startled by the gunshot.

Not knowing how the first mate planned to explain and control the current situation, he held his breath and raised his eyes to look over, clenching his fists nervously, waiting for the other party to announce the existence of the siren.

He thought that the chief mate's decision to stop the panic was probably due to his belief in what he had said earlier.

But after waiting for a long time, under the silent gaze of the audience, the first officer still raised the arm that raised the gun motionlessly, and the muscles were convulsed and trembling.

He hadn't let go of the index finger that was clasped down, and after that command, he didn't say a word, but his breathing was extremely rapid, and his raised arm was slowly lowered until it was held flat in front of him.

Then, as if he had seen something terrible, he took two steps back in a vain manner, and an uncontrollable gasp came from his throat.

Moen instinctively looked towards where his arm was pointing. Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling that was not so obvious under the sound of the rolling waves, a huge rotten and dirty half-body fish tail passed by the window. , There are countless thick and disgusting black mud sticking to the cross section.

The sea wind howled and blew in along the opened window, and they broke into this space with black mud, like a sudden rain that was caught off guard.

Some of the "raindrops" splashed on the face of the sailor by the window.

The sailor's pupils dilated, he opened his mouth and raised his hand to caress his face. Before his fingers really touched the black substance, he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground twitching.

The surroundings suddenly erupted with more piercing screams than before in a moment of silence.

"Ahhhh!"

The group of people next to the fallen sailor all crazily crawled away on all fours. Some even wanted to jump out of the window and plunge into the sea in a panic. However, they realized within a second that the sea is more dangerous than the boat. Started to scramble around like headless chickens.

The crowd frantically stayed away from the window, even if some of them didn't see the weird half of the fish tail with their own eyes, they were driven by everyone's desire to fuck together.

The storm itself is frightening enough, plus the inexplicable black sea, the smell of blood in the air, something unusual just glimpsed...

The fragile endurance of human beings is already on the verge of collapse.

Moen's heart also accelerated a bit.

It was obviously the corpse of the Kraken that he had seen with his own eyes in Victor's room before, so there was no need to worry about not being believed by the first officer, after all, everyone had already seen it.

He was bumped on the shoulder, tried to stop the people running around, and shouted "Everyone, please calm down" a few times, but the shouts were completely drowned in the screams.

Just hoping that the first officer would stop this uncontrollable scene again, Moen felt his arm being pulled by someone in a trance.

He could distinguish Bridge's weeping voice from the countless noisy footsteps and hissing.

"Moen! Moen...you see, what is that? We're done, Moen..."

Bridge ran to Moen's side half-rolling and half-crawling, grabbed Moen's arm in horror, and was about to tear it off Moen's body: "This sea is not right, what grandma said is true Right, there is a sea monster, we can't go back! If we listen to grandma's stop..."

"I..." Moen was about to speak, but was startled by the sudden gunshot again.

"Bang bang—"

He embraced the shoulders of Bridge, who was crying in fright, and turned his head quickly following the sound.

"What kind of pretending to be a ghost, all of them will die to me!"

The first mate frantically fired at the window. Without the composure he had just put on, he fell to the ground due to the impact of the gun.

But his finger was still pulling the trigger, shooting randomly, trembling.

His trembling arms couldn't control the direction of the gun at all. After a few terrifying gunshots, some people couldn't dodge and were injured.

The gush of bright red blood and the weak groans of the wounded simply stimulated everyone's psychological defenses.

The chief mate not only failed to save this chaotic situation, but exacerbated its fermentation.

There is one more object that makes everyone panic.

"Killed...killed!"

"The first mate was taken in by a monster... I heard it, my uncle once told me that there are monsters with charming minds in the sea, who will take people into the sea and kill them!"

"What's the use of a reward of one hundred gold coins?! I just want to live—"

Messy words rushed into his ears, making Moen even more anxious.

He wanted to take the risk to go up and stop the first mate's crazy move, but Bridge hugged his calf tightly.

Bridge slumped on the ground whimpering, looking around nervously, refusing to let go like a drowning man clinging to driftwood.

"Don't go there, Moen! It's too dangerous, we will die..."

In less than two seconds, all the bullets were fired by the first officer, and he lay on his back gasping for breath.

At this time, there is no distinction between the upper class and the lower class, and everyone becomes soft-legged shrimps in front of real fear.

"Where's Mr. Quick? The captain, the second officer, Mr. Ferguson, where have all those people gone?!"

Moen was equally at a loss now, he asked anxiously, he just wanted to quickly find a decision maker who could replace the chief mate to issue orders and control everyone.

Master Victor is definitely not good, he himself is the strangest existence.

And what about Mr. Quick, the second-in-command sent by the Scott family who was rumored to be at odds with Victor?

Perhaps those "elites" were also like the first officer at the beginning, hiding on the second floor and writing suicide notes that were destined to be hidden from prying eyes.

But there was such a big commotion underneath, why didn't anyone come down to take a look?

"Master Quick... He and Dr. Devin went to check on Lord Victor and never came back after he left..."

Bridge choked and answered, and he managed to respond to Moen with all his energy. Gradually, his strength to restrain Moen seemed to become weaker.

"That means it's still upstairs!"

Moen let go of his arm, taking this opportunity to rush through the crowd and go back to the second floor again, to "wake up" those adults and let them realize how bad the situation is now!

But just as he stood up and was about to turn his head and walk to the second floor, he stopped abruptly. His shoes came to a hard stop on the rough wooden floor, making a sharp rubbing sound that gave people goosebumps.

... something is wrong.

Nothing is right.

Moen's breathing suddenly became heavy.

The hairs all over his body stood up, a coolness came from his back, and an indescribable feeling rushed straight to his head.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were constantly pulling his muscles upwards, the force was very light, but it made him so frightened that he forgot to blink his eyes.

Too quiet.

This place was still chaotic and people were wailing a second ago, it was too quiet.

The air seemed to be stagnant.

There is no movement of the storm, and no human voice.

It was as if someone had pressed the time pause button, freezing everything at the last second.

... how is this possible.

Moen's Adam's apple rolled, like a rusty old-fashioned machine, he struggled to drive his stiff body, and turned around slowly.

Facing the stairs leading to the second floor, a person stood on the dark steps.

The man had platinum-blonde hair and wore a shirt without a single wrinkle. He looked handsome and had an extraordinary temperament.

Standing a few steps higher and looking down at the distressed people below, it was like a high god overlooking all living beings.

His coming was silent, and the crowd who disturbed him were sinful.

Moen's tense muscles suddenly reached the limit, and his whole body softened.

He fumbled backwards with his hands, trying to find something to lean on to prevent himself from falling directly, but there was nothing around him.

In the area between the two, there are countless terrified human beings maintaining their hideous faces and frantic antics.

——This is weird enough.

But Moen couldn't even separate his mind from one to the other.

He could only see the man who brought him fear and trembling in his eyes.

"Moen." The man called his name like this.

The effect of this call was like a hammer, hitting Moen's head hard, but the inside of the hammer was filled with cotton, which made him feel dizzy and erratic.

All his mind and cognition seemed to be smashed into pieces in an instant.

At this moment, he could no longer think of anything unusual, and he was unable to think about the strange situation. He stood in place, but seemed to be floating in the air.

"...I promised not to keep me waiting for a long time, but you have already left for 10 minutes."

Victor said with a smile, his pale hand on the dirty handrail at the side of the stairs, and his steps down were as slow as his speech.

"..."

Moen was a little out of breath. He stood there blankly, his mind blank.

"Human beings are ignorant, stupid and loud, but you're always willing to stand with them."

Victor said as he approached Moen.

He seemed to be complaining, with a touch of helplessness and slight displeasure in his tone.

The smile on his face dissipated little by little with the end of the words, but his eyes never moved away from Moen.

Some people lying on the ground also maintained their previous movements, but Victor didn't seem to see it or didn't care at all, he stepped on those people directly and walked over as if walking on the ground.

Moen's eyes couldn't help but look down, seeing those "tramples" happening in front of his eyes, he took two steps back in a daze, his chest feeling tight for a while, he always felt that the body that was trampled by Victor was not someone else's body, it was clearly his own. heart.

In fact, his brain has completely stopped thinking now, but he can still feel the growth and spread of an emotion called sadness or disappointment.

Why is he disappointed?

"why?"

Victor stood still in front of him and repeated.

"..."

"Why didn't you answer me, Moen." Victor frowned, and he looked down at Moen's face, only getting a silent response from Moen.

The two faced each other silently in such a strange environment. Victor clasped his fingers on his palms. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

They swirled around the hull again and again, as if they were trying their best to restrain the thought of capsizing the ship itself, and reluctantly swam around the hull.

"I don't know what you're asking."

Moen suddenly opened his mouth, speaking fluently and with a normal tone, but this normality itself is the most abnormal.

"Why did you leave me?"

"Being around you terrifies me."

"...Fear?" Victor repeated the word, "Don't be afraid, you like me."

Moen didn't seem to be able to respond to the declarative sentence that wasn't a problem, and he didn't speak.

Victor's eyelashes trembled, and he shook his head, not knowing whether he was negating what Moen said or something else.

He fixed his eyes on Moen's pupils, and said in a hoarse voice: "... Is that liking a lie?"

"Yes, I'm just scared."

"..."

Victor was silent for a long time, and when he raised his head again, the expression on his face was extremely natural, and the corners of his mouth even curved slightly, looking gentle and kind, "I see."

He raised his hand to touch Moen's soft hair, stroking every inch of the hair with concentration.

But what he said was chilling to the bone

"I liked it in the past, so let's get back to the past... okay?"

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