Mermaid Reef

In the dark and cold house, the torrential rain washed the glass.

The atmosphere was dignified. Standing in the knee-deep water, Dr. Abel felt chills all over his body.

The flashlight's beam betrayed his fear as the beam swung from side to side.

John: "..."

Dr. Abel tried to stay calm, but suddenly saw Jason's shadow reflected on the water, which was a little strange.

The shadow was very black, unnaturally black, as if it could absorb the surrounding light.This is not a normal figure reflected in the light, but some kind of existence that violates the laws of science.

If you stare straight at the shadow, you will find something moving in the shadow, like an invisible vortex.

"Don't look!" John's reminder was a step late, and the doctor's expression was distorted and frightened.

"Snapped."

The flashlight fell into the water, and Dr. Abel shook his body and leaned against the handrail of the stairs with his head in his arms.

John hurried over and found that the doctor's eyes were rolling white and he was raving non-stop, as if he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

John could only press the man firmly to the ground, and when he was considering whether to knock the doctor unconscious, the other twitched twice and fell into a coma.

John was sweating. He struggled to get up and looked at Jason angrily.

He directly brought down his partner, what does this mean?

In this situation, Jason felt the need to explain to himself: "I didn't do anything. What affected him was the inner fear. This doctor is not a person suitable for contacting the mysterious."

"Because you killed Pastor Conor and suddenly appeared here, how could he not be afraid?" John thought of the pastor, and the anger in his heart became stronger.

How could he not be angry when a simple commission turned into what it is today?

Jason paused for a few seconds, as if observing John's emotions—it turned out that anger can replace fear and resist the damage from the mystery.

He said calmly: "I just returned to Pastor Conor the fate he deserved."

"What fate?"

John couldn't help frowning.

Although the detective does not believe in science as firmly as the doctor, he has the same aversion to some god-given words.John has seen a lot in the process of investigating the case. Some people first went to the fortune teller to use the crystal ball to look for people and lost things, and then turned to the detective for help after no results, which wasted the best time for the search.

Destiny, a word that makes people feel sick when they hear it.

"You want to tell me that Reverend Conor was doomed to die accidentally, mad?" John asked sarcastically.

"No, he chose the way of death himself, just 50 years ago, the day he found the ghost ship..."

Jason looked deep and said softly, "Everything has a source."

This is the second time Jason has said that.

Last time, it hinted that the detectives should track down the clues of Black Reef Town's past and offerings.

It's a pity that John doesn't want to know what Pastor Conor and the ghost ship have in the past.

——No one paid commission fees to investigate the truth!

As for Pastor Conor's personal letter, John had decided to forge it himself.Whether the pastor is a good guy or a bad guy, or what he did back then, it has nothing to do with John.

Solve it early and go home early!

John picked up Dr. Abel and put him on a bed on the second floor.

When he returned to the first floor again, John became calm again, and he confirmed the current situation to Jason:

"The source of the Sea God's awakening this time was a large-scale struggle on the deserted island named Forestier by smuggling ships? Now all the people on the island are dead, and the Sea God who was awakened set his sights on the black Jiao Town. Judging from the contents of the old pastor's notes, as long as the 'blood-stained' sacrifices are offered, the Sea God won't clean up the entire altar?"

"Yes."

"Did those missing people in the town contact you, or were they involved in smuggling?" John asked a sharp question.

That nun was obviously not a smuggler, otherwise Pastor Conor would definitely have sensed the "crisis".

The pastor was just old and paralyzed by the "safety" of Black Lagoon, but he wasn't stupid.If he notices smuggling, and he knows where Forestier is... I'm afraid he will immediately pack his bags and flee Black Reef Town, looking for the next safe place to hide.

"...There are many reasons. In addition to being in contact with the mysterious, the nun's ancestors were survivors of the disaster in Black Reef Town, and they still live in Black Reef Town. The crew of the West Wind probably visited that island and participated in the past. smuggling weapons."

After listening to Jason's explanation, John was relieved.

It should not be a lie, the two passengers of the West Wind were rescued and are still alive.

Even the occult is logical, and that's fine.

The detective is most afraid of a lunatic who kills at random, and John is afraid that the behavior of the sea god is illogical.

What if the Sea God got angry and was not satisfied after swallowing the sacrifices, and directly swept the entire Black Reef Town?

"If I'm not mistaken, the mayor will hide the smuggled goods in the abandoned warehouse, and put the expensive ones in the darkroom or cellar of his home." John re-entered the darkroom and groped carefully.

"I've been to the cellar of this house, it doesn't have those things."

Just as Jason finished speaking, he heard the click of the mechanism, and John opened the wall next to the dark room.

Jason was silent for half a minute, then asked, "How did you find out?"

"The construction area does not match the usable area. The second floor is longer than here, and there is a hidden area, so there must be a second mechanism in this dark room." John found that the flashlight was soaked in water and could not be used, so he had to move it in the dark. Boxes come out.

This is a sealed crate with a layer of oiled paper on the outside, which is very strong.

With the faint light outside the house, John saw dried blood on the box.

Obviously the origin of this batch of goods is not "clean".

John was about to find something to pry open the box to check, but Jason stopped him.

"It's whale oil, I hear you."

John: "..."

Shouldn't it generally say "smell"?

Although smelling is also impossible, whale oil is stored in airtight jars, so well preserved, what kind of nose can smell it?

But "hear", this...

The creepy feeling in the nightmare came again.

Those painful wailings, like the wailing from the depths of the ground, echoed endlessly.

John shook his head to shake off the hallucinations.

——Hold on, as long as you leave Black Lagoon Town, all bad things will disappear!

"Move all of these out?"

John counted the boxes. There were seven in all.

The water outside is too deep, and it is an impossible task to move from here to the dock.

At this time, Jason who was standing at the door finally made a move. He seemed to beckoning, and a small boat suddenly floated out of the stagnant water.

A shoddy boat.

It is made of dilapidated wooden boards and furniture, and the shape is a bit weird.

"If you don't want to go crazy, I suggest that you don't study how these things fit together into a ship and not fall apart." Jason reminded in time.

The tone of his speech is gentle and gentle, but it always makes people's scalp tingle.

It's the kind of guy who can feel the "dangerous breath" from a long distance. If he met him on the streets of London, John would probably put his hand in his pocket to hold the gun, and then walk away from it.

——Let you willingly give up the whole road, and you can't wait to climb the roof to avoid dangerous people.

John couldn’t understand why Pastor Conor and his group called the knowledge of describing and studying these existences “occultism”. Shouldn’t it be “dangerous science” or “survival science”?

John remained silent and moved the goods.

Seven boxes were piled on the boat, and the strange boat sank slightly, floating steadily on the water.

"Send it to the seaside by boat, and they will automatically float to the strange reef. Remember, it must be before the silver moon rises again. You don't have to go, let someone else replace you, but no matter where you hide, it's useless, the altar is closed At that moment, everyone must accept the gaze of the Seagod."

Jason disappeared.

John: "..."

What is Poseidon's gaze?Sounds bad.

Of course John didn't want to take the risk, but there was no one else here.

The doctor was still in a coma, and Sergeant Arson didn't believe him at all, and it took a lot of time to go back to the policeman and the tavern owner.

Before the silver moon rises again, push this boat of blood-stained sacrifices into the sea.

It is probably to fool the sea god, let him lie down and eat the sacrifice, and then give up getting up when he sees that there is nothing worth eating left in the altar.

John found a cricket bat, used it as an oar, and rowed to the sea.

***

John came near the pier and found that it was completely flooded, leaving only the roof above the water like a reef.

The further you go, the weirder the color of the water.

There is no turbid sand, it is a deep and calm dark blue.

John was about to jump off the boat when he suddenly felt a violent shaking of the strange boat and disappeared without a trace, throwing him and the box into the water.

John looked around, and sure enough, he found the fishing boat at the original location of the pier.

The case is buoyant in the water and not very difficult to drag.

And John faintly felt a force, dragging the box to the sea. It seemed that Jason hadn't lied to him, and the sacrifice would be pulled by the sea god.

John struggled to load the seven boxes on board and untied the fishing boat.

The fishing boat retreated slowly with the current at first, and after drifting for a while, it "flyed" for no reason, skimmed across the sea like a sharp arrow, and disappeared into the rain.

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, and all sounds disappeared.

Just when John thought it was an illusion, his ears caught the crashing sound of waves, rain, and debris again.

The only difference is that the dark clouds in the sky seem to have dispersed a bit, and a ray of light shines on the sea.

The torrential rain started to subside.

The seawater receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing the streets and houses that had been submerged.

John's face was pale, without any expression of joy, the intuitive alarm in his head was screaming crazily, he turned his head and ran towards the church, because the terrain there was relatively high - he was running at the fastest speed in his life, short In just half a minute, the lungs seemed to explode, and the legs were swinging desperately.

A terrifying rumbling sound came from behind, and when John turned his head, he only had time to see a terrifying white wall.

It is a huge wave higher than all the houses in the town.

The tsunami is coming.

John had no power to resist and was easily swept away by the waves.

He heard many terrible voices mixed together, wailing in despair.

Upside down, consciousness thrown away, not to speak of despair, because everything happened so fast.

***

"Cough cough."

John lay on the ground, spitting seawater desperately.

He barely opened his eyes, and suddenly saw a huge reef appearing in front of him.

There were people lying all around him, and John saw Dr. Abel, old Jack, and police officers Arson.

Everyone was like stranded fish, frozen there rigidly in various struggling and fighting postures.

This scene was very strange, because some people's eyes were opened, and their expressions were frightened.

John climbed a few steps forward and saw some townspeople he didn't know, until he came across a woman dressed as a nun holding a cross.

The nun is curled up with only her face up.

"Wake up." John tried to wake her up.

The nun didn't respond, but the man was alive and breathing.

The left half of the captain of the Zephyr next to him has sunk into the black sand, like a dried fish.

John was terrified, because there were all such corpses in front of him, charred and dry.

What is this place?

Black Lagoon is completely wiped out?

The tsunami that destroyed Black Lagoon?But they survived?

Does this count as survival?

John was full of doubts, he suddenly heard the sound of gravel falling.

John immediately closed his eyes, not curious at all, determined not to look at the huge reef.

"...Hoo...hiss...sand..."

Strange voices lingered in his ears, and John's head throbbed dully. He suppressed the discomfort and didn't make any sound.

Then John felt something watching him.

The feeling of trembling and being unable to move with fear came!

Is this the Seagod's gaze?

John felt himself floating in the air suddenly, an invisible force dragged him from the ground into the air, and then all the things he hid in his pockets rolled out.

Pastor Conor's notes, a bunch of wrapped pastor's letters, a photo of Pastor Conor...

John closed his eyes, he didn't know what was going on, he only felt that his head was about to split open, and then he lost consciousness.

"Snapped."

John fell straight into the sand like a sack.

The photo slowly floated up, and then a illusory scene appeared.

The silver line outlines Pastor Conor's room—the old pastor panicked when he saw the hoarfrost on the walls and ceiling. The door suddenly opened, and a man wearing a top hat and cloak appeared at the door, holding the photo in his hand.

In the whole illusory scene, only this photo is the entity.

The old pastor collapsed in horror. The man threw the photo on the frosty ground and turned to leave. The shadows and dark swirls behind him intertwined into a psychedelic scene. The pair of light blue eyes glanced at the room indifferently for the last time .

The phantom disappeared.

"..."

Weird Reef was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the remaining mysterious power in the photo was triggered again.

The virtual phantom composed of silver lines appeared and played for the second time.

And then the third time.

the fourth time……

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The author has something to say:

Okay, I admit that I just want to write dog blood dating terriers

[Reader: You call this a blind date? 】

[Author: I brought photos, played a short video, and was introduced by someone, so why isn't it a blind date? 】

John: What about logic?What about logic?