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Yu Ran tossed and turned all night, was woken up several times by the wobbly iron bed in the waves, felt in a daze as if his mother was rubbing his head in a dream, this feeling was so real, it took him a long time to wake up Consciousness is in a trance for a period of time.

But fortunately, with the lessons from the previous few times, he has candies in his props backpack at all times, which makes him feel a little better in the early morning, at least he will not be knocked out by the waves in the crew bathroom.

At this time, the sky had not yet dawned, and a layer of gray mist shrouded the surface of the sea. It seemed that the whole world was a deep barrier, trapping the yacht on a side of scum.

"Swift your hands and feet." Yesterday, the old man with a green beard had a yellowish white towel around his neck, as if he could not feel the cold air in the air at all. His upper body was naked and he was wearing boxer shorts as he passed through a group of helpers. , shouted in his thunderous voice, "Hurry up, hurry up, or someone from above will come to remind you later, and there will not be enough charcoal fire in the morning to make a meal!"

After Yu Ran hurriedly washed up, he swallowed a small amount of rough noodles with hot tea, and was rushed to the boiler room by the helper.

The boiler room leading to the power room was already in full swing and began to send carbon into it, and the sound of squealing and coal ash filled the narrow corridor.

Yu Ran wanted to go forward, but the road was blocked by people.

The green-bearded man and the black-skinned boy stood outside the door of the boiler room, unable to open the door no matter what.

"Who locked the door?" Qing Huzha yelled, and shook the door panel vigorously, but the reinforced plate did not move at all, "Who has the key!"

Yu Ran looked at the closed door, and suddenly frowned.

The helper went through the crowded crowd and cursed: "What are you standing here for? Nothing to do?! As for the people in the boiler room, the heating has been stopped for a long time, and it is freezing cold above, do you want to be deducted wages? !"

He had a dark face, "What's going on?"

"The door can't be opened." Qing Huzha demonstrated in front of him, and shook the door, "I don't know which grandson closed the door yesterday."

"This..." The steward was so annoyed to death, "The key is with the steward, please go and get it personally—"

"No need." A gloomy voice sounded, and Ying had already come down.

Yu Ran subconsciously looked behind him, Yan Shiche stood in the corner of the crowd, and looked over with the young man, before the other party looked away, he turned his head.

"What's going on." Ying asked, "The young master and miss have woken up from the cold and are urging."

"The door won't open, I need a key."

Shadow nodded, took out a bunch of keys, flipped through them, and walked forward holding the brass key in the boiler room.

The key was easily inserted into the door lock, and the moment it was unscrewed, the man seemed to have noticed something, stepped back slightly, leaned against the door, and opened the boiler room.

Yu Ran was standing on the other side closest to the door, frowning tightly, the ominous omen finally reached its peak at this moment.

At this moment, a hand supported his shoulder and pulled him. While he was stepping back, a weird rattling sound suddenly came out from the crack of the door. At first he thought it was the black veil blown down by the wind. But then I realized how there is wind in the boiler room.

Black butterflies all over the sky poured out, and thousands of wings blew out mixed sighs, as if the wind was mourning, and the sultry air trembled under the wings of the butterflies.

For a moment, the entire narrow passageway was full of butterflies, and the black insects swept towards the crowd, crushing the already dim light bulb above the head, and landing in every corner, making the entire lower deck like a dense fog.

Yu Ran was protected by someone on his chest, unable to see anything. During the commotion, someone slowly opened the stairs leading to the upper floor, and the butterflies rushed towards the place where the light was brighter.

The dense swarm of butterflies made Yu Ran goosebumps all over his body, he managed to breathe through, and when he looked up, the chest that had blocked the bugs for him just now was gone.

The young man pursed his lips and glanced at the gloomy man who had been hiding behind the door for a long time and was not affected at all. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by a loud shout.

"Oh my god! There's someone inside!" It was the black-skinned boy who spoke, his eyes widened in shock, and his whole body seemed to turn pale, "Damn, it must be dead!"

Everyone standing by the door saw the scene inside.

Yu Ran glanced inside, his face suddenly sank, he didn't expect his prediction from yesterday to be fulfilled so early.

The boiler room was dim, and half of the space was immersed in watery black shadows. The charcoal fire in the pot-bellied iron furnace had been mostly extinguished, and occasionally a small piece of ashes exploded, suddenly flashing bright red light.

In front of the iron furnace, a figure knelt stiffly on the ground. His head was pointed at the coals, and he had been burned into a blackened mummy. His lower body was in a standard kneeling posture, restrained by a rope. , hanging from the water tank switch on the stove top, so that he failed to collapse after death.

The air is filled with a strong smell of burnt protein and the smell of roasted meat. These two smells are subtly mixed together. Yu Ran almost feels like he is going to spit out half of the steamed bun he ate in the morning.

Ying immediately waved his hand and asked the steward to drive away the crowd, "Go up and ask the master to come down!"

In the narrow passage, there were only three people left.

Yu Ran glanced at Ying, raised his leg and went in first.

Ying followed behind, "Barefoot, no obvious clothing features, temporarily unrecognizable identity, only from the feet can be seen as a woman."

"It's An Yejun." Yu Ran bent down and picked up a scattered sandalwood Buddhist beads from the ground, "She was killed."

The knots tied to the corpses are not hemp, but metal ropes for ships, so they have not been burned.

——It was as if someone deliberately made her kneel to atone for her sins after she died.

Yu Ran frowned, this revenge was too heavy.

Yan Shiche helped out, and the three of them released the corpse from the rope and placed it on the ground.

She had already developed a rigor, her legs were always bent, and even when she was placed on the ground, she could only assume a side-lying posture.

The lady's face was horrible, all the soft tissues had been completely shrunk and carbonized, there was no trace of hair, not even a little redness of the muscles.

Yu Ran said: "She has something in her mouth."

Ying also noticed this, put on the butler's white gloves, and carefully opened the corpse's chin, but unfortunately, the head was buried in the coals for an unknown amount of time, and the chin shattered into charcoal cinders when touched.

"..." Ying frowned in disgust, and his fingertips were suddenly burned.

The ashes scattered, revealing the red core inside.

An Yejun had a piece of burning coal in his mouth.

At this time, there was another noise outside.

Yang Fushui was awakened from a dream early in the morning. His old body was about to grow old, but he was shocked by the news of another life on board, and hurried to the lower deck.

Lu Shuangshuang was always by his side as his personal servant, followed by Yang Guanyue, Second Young Master Yang Yingxing, Jiang Luochun and others.

Yang Fushui asked all the female relatives to wait outside the door, and went straight to the boiler room. His crutches were heavily planted on the ground, and he glanced around with a gloomy expression before landing on the disgusting corpse.

"Who is this time?"

For a moment, everyone in the room was speechless.

In the end, it was Shadow God who took the other party's gaze by himself, and said indifferently: "It's Madam."

Yang Fushui didn't react at first, "Madam? What Madam, you—"

The cloudy eyeballs of the old man hidden under the loose skin suddenly stopped on the corpse, and an indescribable sense of fear instantly swept over his whole body.

Yang Fushui's hand holding the crutch began to tremble, and he almost fell down, but was grabbed by Lu Shuangshuang.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed into the room, rushed up and knelt down in front of the corpse.

He passed by and bumped Yu Ran hard. The young man took a step back and almost fell into the fire. Yan Shiche pulled him from the side, but he accidentally touched the hot iron. The stove, the inside of the palm instantly turned red.

The burning pain made the young man frown. Fortunately, the furnace has not been lit for a long time and the temperature is not high, otherwise his hand would be useless.

Yan Shiche wanted to grab Yu Ran's wrist, but he gently broke free.The man paused, and finally withdrew his hands and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, but stared unkindly at the rash figure on the ground.

He is An Yejun's own son, Yang Yingxing, the most favored second young master of the Yang family.

Yang Yingxing crouched in front of the corpse in great horror, and couldn't believe that it was his mother who was so ugly in front of him.

In the long silence, a short burst of crying broke out in the air, followed by the Second Young Master collapsed, covering his head and crying.

Yang Fushui was so startled by this sudden change that his chest heaved violently, his eyes flickered on his wife's terrifying face, and he took several steps back.

Ying was keenly aware of the other party's panic, and was a little concerned. When Master Yang entered the door just now, he clearly saw the corpse. At that time, his expression was as usual. Why did he suddenly become like this when he heard the other party's identity.

He has several aunts and wives, and it seems that his relationship with An Yejun is not very deep, so it is definitely not grief.

From this point of view, it seems to confirm Yu Ran’s words——

The information released by the murderer scared some people, and Yang Fushui was one of them.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Luochun's voice sounded softly, with Wu Nong's soft tone, and he seemed to be acting like a baby when he spoke to anyone.

The woman glanced into the door, immediately frowned, and turned her head in fright.

Yang Fushui seemed to be awakened from panic by the voice, and he roared angrily, "Come up to me, don't surround yourself here!"

"Guan Yue! Where's the young master?!" He scolded.

Yang Guanyue poked his head out from behind immediately, "Yes, yes."

"You are responsible for me to find out this matter! If you catch the murderer, he will be torn to pieces!" Yang Fushui's chest heaved rapidly, and he was helped out of the stuffy room.

"Go up here! Today's affairs are not allowed to be discussed in private!" He gasped heavily, not even having the courage to take a second look, feeling that the deck below was so dark that it was swallowing, like a big mouth. Chew everything up and bite into it.

Yang Fushui heaved a sigh of relief as the blue sky shone down from the stairs in the distance. The sweat on his cheeks flowed into the neckline along the wrinkles and loose skin, sticky and itchy, as if something had fallen on it.

Yang Fushui reached out his hand to grab it nonchalantly, and when he stretched out his hand to see, the body of the butterfly exploded in his palm, releasing a thick yellow-green paste, and densely packed scales were finely arranged on the crumbled jet-black butterfly wings, like a butterfly The eyes of the undead.

Those eyes were looking at him!

Yang Fushui trembled all over, "...butterfly, butterfly, where did the butterfly come from..."

Amidst the exclamation, Master Yang was frightened and fainted under the eyes of everyone.

Yu Ran and the others also came out of the boiler room, Lu Shuangshuang looked back at his companions hesitantly, and carried Yang Fushui upstairs together with a few others.

"Yu Ran, that's the name, right?"

The young man's heart skipped a beat. Jiang Luochun put on a black velvet cloak over the sapphire blue cheongsam from yesterday. While passing by him, his eyes stopped on the injured palm hidden by his side.

The woman's eyebrows moved slightly, "You move up to do chores, and you won't have to come down later."

Before Yu Ran could answer, a faint smell of rose powder was blown away by the sea breeze, and Jiang Luochun walked away.

He stared at the back of the other party who was gradually disappearing, and the nightmare that he couldn't touch yesterday almost came true.

The young man silently looked at his palm, curled up slightly because of the burn, as if he was grasping something, but he seemed to be unable to grasp anything.

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