Mermaid Reef

The rumbling sound woke Cindy awake.

She jumped up from the hard plank, with straw hanging in her hair.

"grandmother……"

Cindy's words stuck in her throat, because she saw Mrs. Finier dozing off on the chair, snoring lightly.

The familiar sound of explosions still echoed in my ears.

Cindy thought it was an air raid, but Madam Fenier obviously didn't hear it, which meant that the sound happened in the "mysterious realm".

Cindy's head swelled, and she endured a strong sense of dizziness and stood up to check the blocked door, making sure that it was not damaged, and dragged her heavy steps, climbing the stairs with the rough wall with uneven cement, ready to Go to the top of the lighthouse to see the situation.

The fatigue of walking for more than ten hours in a row in the dream was brought back.

Her calves were sore and her knees hurt, as if two heavy sandbags had been tied to them.

It took Cindy several times longer to climb up to the lighthouse, and she just sat on the ground panting.

There was still thick fog floating around, and the ground could not be seen clearly, nor could the sea in the distance be seen. This isolated island seemed to be forgotten by the world, and it seemed to be banished to an unknown space by a strange force.

Cindy remembered everything that happened in the dream.

The tall and magnificent rock palace, the deserted interior filled with yellow sand, and the destroyed ground and pillars... There was once a monster trapped inside, and then the monster escaped from the ruins and disappeared.

This worried Cindy.

Fear monsters lurking on the island, attacking the survivors of the Elizabeth, or attacking the lighthouse.

The ruins in the dream are said to be the place where Thoth, the god of wisdom, lived. The monster was able to knock out such deep marks on the wall, and the cracks extended to the ceiling that may be a hundred meters high. People feel cold all over.

The lighthouse on Sable Island is an ordinary building made of stone and concrete, which can be easily smashed to pieces by monsters.

But Cindy has no safer shelter to choose, this is an isolated island.

She wasn't even sure if the other passengers on the Elizabeth were still alive.

in case……

If they all met with misfortune, only Cindy and Mrs. Fenier would be left alive on this island.

It was a terrible thing, they had no necessities and food was limited.

Without sickles and wheat seeds, it is useless to have them, they don't know how to cultivate.

There is also a group of ferocious predatory giant birds on the island.

Cindy thought and thought, and found desperately that she could only wait for the "devil" to fulfill her promise, otherwise they would not be able to escape from this island of death.

At this time, a terrifyingly sharp voice appeared.

It is like the mourning bird in the legend of ghosts and ghosts. It is shrill and sudden, and people are caught off guard, just like the ensuing death...

Cindy instinctively crouched down, and before she could figure out what was going on, everything stopped again.

The shrill and terrifying sound turned into a strange motor sound, and it sounded like a wheel that could only spin idling.

Cindy raised her head stiffly, and she saw an incredible scene.

A brass-colored thing is suspended in mid-air——

Yes, it was a shell, and Cindy swore she was right, even though it was bigger than any shell she had ever seen.

The cannonball was spinning through the dense fog and appeared directly in front of the lighthouse. It looked like a large electric drill bit cutting through the wall, and the air was slightly deformed by the pressure, causing ripples.

The shell was only a few feet away from the lighthouse, and it was only close enough to blow the upper half of the lighthouse to pieces.

Cindy felt that even if she could roll down the stairs at a critical moment, she would not be able to escape the cloud of death.

She and her grandmother would be buried under rubble.

If you are unlucky, you may not even have the chance to struggle to survive, and you will be directly crushed to death by falling rocks.

Cindy's face was very ugly. She got up from the ground and instinctively wanted to rush down to wake her grandmother up and escape from the lighthouse.

But in the next second, her movements stopped.

Because there is a sound above the head, it is still the sound of walking.

The outer wall of the lighthouse goes straight up and down. It is not a water tower in the city. There are iron ladders hanging outside.

Especially on the top of this kind of pointed tower, let alone people, even birds have nowhere to stay.

The point is that Cindy remembers the footsteps, she heard them in the dream.

Cindy held her breath and watched Jason walk into the tower—he walked half a circle from the top of the tower as if stepping on an invisible staircase, and then stepped into the window slowly, as easily as he stepped into the door of a shop .

When Jensen uses human appearance, everything follows the habits of the nineteenth century.

He took off his hat, and then he looked away when he found that Cindy's face was covered with dust and his clothes were scratched.

Cindy subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch it, and found that there was still a shallow wound, probably caused by getting up too quickly and being scratched by the edge of the board. She pulled her hair to cover the cut on the shoulder, and didn't care much. After all, there are more important things ahead.

"Hello, sir."

Cindy tried her best to be calm, but her eyes couldn't help sliding to the cannonball beside her that was still spinning in place.

The fear of escaping from the dead was vividly expressed in her eyes.

In fact, besides fear, it is more anger.

"You know this?"

Jensen rushed over as soon as he discovered the cannonball. After all, useful and smart investigators are a rare resource, and one death is one less.

Although there are John, Hans, and Juan in the optional list, Juan is timid, Hans is exposed to mysterious events all day long, and John is not young anymore.

The quicksand around the rock palace can only "catch" the torpedoes, but not the shells from the air.

It's okay to blow up a lighthouse, what if it destroys the surface structure of Sable Island?Can't risk it!

Jason looked at Cindy and said directly, "Several ships have come from outside the island. According to you humans, they are warships."

"..."

Cindy was silent.

When she saw the appearance of this cannonball, she had a vague guess.

The only difference is that this thing is made by a ship or air-dropped by an aircraft.

But judging from the posture of the electric drill bit that is idling in place, the cannonball...

Cindy clenched her drooping fingers, the anger in her heart was about to turn into flames and burn all her reason.

No matter who it is, it is difficult for them to control their emotions when they know that not only there is no rescue from the shipping company and the government, but they are directly pushed into hell and destroyed together with the monsters on the island.

Especially for Cindy and Mrs. Fenier, shells are a huge psychological shadow. They managed to break free from the shadow of war and air raids and survived, but today they almost returned to the cycle of fate.

— died in the bombing, and his body was buried in the rubble.

Cindy had seen corpses like this before, every time the ruins were dug up.

Sometimes it is scorched black, like a rough stone carving; sometimes it looks like a plastic mannequin thrown out of a department store, with gray and white severed hands, no matter how incomplete the body is.

Cindy resisted the urge to feel nauseous. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then forced herself to open them again, staring directly at the shells in mid-air, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Sir, have you seen the flag hoisted on the ship?"

Jason glanced away.

A cloud of thick fog drifted in from outside the lighthouse and began to deform before Cindy's eyes.

No color, just "restores" the appearance of the flag.

"It's an American."

Cindy was a little surprised, but not very surprised.

This place is already close to the Americas. Even if an abnormal report is received here, the British warships will not be able to arrive in time.

Although Canada is a member of the Commonwealth of Nations, it really doesn't have many troops.

"The Americans know what happened on this island?" Cindy took another deep breath.

Jason tapped the ground with his sapphire cane, and said meaningfully: "The truth about this island has nothing to do with humans, and humans don't need to know what happened here."

He looked at Cindy with a calm tone and gentle expression.

"But I think you mean the group of mutated birds. The thick fog covered the eyes of humans and blocked all communication facilities. They couldn't see what happened on the island, so they could only rely on guesswork."

"Guess? Isn't this the first time this kind of thing..."

Cindy immediately thought of the London smog incident in 1952, and divergently thought of various strange stories in the countryside.

Although I know rationally that most of these are nonsense, but as long as there is [-]% of it, no, half of it is true!This world can be said to be bloody and chaotic!

"There are humans on board who understand occultism. I don't know their origins, but they can see that Sable Island is shrouded in thick fog, so they know that unknown mysterious events have occurred here." Jason described in plain words, " Prior to this, the ship also fired several torpedoes."

This is exactly the way to solve the potential danger, fearing that monsters will come out on Sable Island.

Cindy was suffocating.

Ever since the Elizabeth hit the rocks, whenever she thought things were going badly, reality would slap her back and tell her things could get worse.

What the hell is this doom tour?

"Sorry, but...if they knew there was a valuable relic palace here, would they choose to change their minds?" Cindy couldn't help asking.

Jason nodded, then shook his head again.

Mystic scholars are eager to explore any of the evil god's ruins. If they know that there are only a group of giant birds and a snail on the island, they may really give up the plan to bomb the island.

However, it is impossible to hand over this island to humans.

In the past, humans had no ability to enter the rock palace, and would only add shipwrecks to the quicksand, but now...

Human beings are no longer what they used to be, and this once glorious rock palace is also damaged.

"Things will work out and you'll get your paycheck, remember, never look out, go back inside the lighthouse."

Jason raised the brim of his hat, stepped out of the lighthouse, and his figure disappeared into the mist.

Cindy looked at the cannonball and stepped back into the stairs step by step.

At this time, the cannonball suddenly turned a corner, as if pushed out by an invisible force, and made a sharp and ominous whistling sound again, rushing to where it came from.

***

A huge shadow hangs over the island of death.

Shells were ejected suddenly like peas in pods, some exploded into fireworks in mid-air, and some flew back to the warship.

Jason walked to the front of the island, looking at the burning ship and the chaotic situation.

The giant birds flapped their wings and floated up and down in the sea water. Their bulky bodies prevented them from swimming flexibly like ordinary seabirds.

In fact, these giant birds are also ignorant. One second ago, they were stalking those humans on the deserted island, trying to hunt, and the next second they appeared in the sea?

They heard the sound of the ships, saw those shouting humans, and immediately struggled to get close to those ships, with greedy eyes.

"Won't that giant snail be thrown out?" Jason asked suspiciously.

"Its shell can cover the cracks. In order to prevent it from starving to death, I turned it into a stone sculpture." Gemil replied.

Jensen looked back, not only the giant snail, but also the survivors of the Elizabeth who also maintained a frozen posture, showing a state of stopping time.

"When you get to the right place, drive these humans away."

The shadow sinks, like a terrible storm suddenly forming a "tail" touching the ground.

But this isn't a tornado.

The downward swirling air just "rolled" Jason up, leaving him surrounded by shadows.

The shadows covering the island whispered indescribably, but in Jason's ears, it was just lovers complaining.

"Too bad, the island has lost the ability to move, and I have to push it."

In order to maintain the integrity of the quicksand landscape of Dead Island, it cannot be put into another space like a collection of sailboats.

Gemil can only choose——

Take the island away.