"Xiao Li! There really is someone!" the crew member who insisted on seeing what was going on shouted.
"What the hell," said his timid companion Xiao Li, who almost threw away the flashlight. He tensed up and spat, "Is it a human? It can't be a corpse, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the cargo hold seemed to drop a lot.
The two looked at each other, both got goosebumps all over their bodies, and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Soon, the stranger in the cargo hold was dragged onto the deck and thrown into the dim sky. Everyone watched from a distance.
Except for the old man, who kept changing his position from time to time, and I don't know what he was thinking.
"Xiao Li, why did you go to the cargo hold?" he asked.
"It's foggy. I've never seen such heavy fog. I feel uneasy, so I went out for a walk in the woods." Xiao Li was lighting a cigarette. The wind was strong and he couldn't light it for a long time. He was so angry that he wanted to throw the cigarette into the sea, but he gave up halfway. He didn't know how long he would be trapped here, so he smoked one cigarette less at a time and smoked sparingly.
"Lin Zi heard the noise first, so he pulled me back into the cargo hold to check the situation. Then I saw a man falling out from behind the dark cargo box." Xiao Li gave a brief account of what happened, and still felt that someone was there.
When the body fell to the ground, there was a loud sound, as if it was pushed hard by something. It was so fucking weird.
The outsider was not a dead person, but a living person, and his chest was rising and falling.
only,
His lips were so dry that they were cracked into many different sizes, some of which were bleeding.
His hair was messy, there was darkness under his eyes, his face was as pale as a ghost, the zipper of his down jacket was zipped up to the top, pressing against his pointed chin, his hands hanging on the deck were frostbitten, the gaps between his fingers were dirty, and his complexion was very bad, it was obvious that he had been cold and hungry.
Several crew members were looking at the stranger's clothes, guessing that his down jacket was a new model like the ones in magazines, how much it was worth, and what expensive brand his shoes were.
"Whose little master is this? He has no worries about food and drink, but he ran away from home for no reason. He hid in the cargo hold when we were not paying attention."
"He's a living person, not a small fly or mosquito. How come none of us noticed him? Is he invisible or something?" The big man who spoke glanced at his colleagues, his eagle eyes looking sharp.
"What do you mean? Do you think one of us took the money and hid the person away?" Some people who didn't get along with him contradicted him on the spot.
"I didn't say that." The big man spread his hands.
"Why are you being so sarcastic? If you doubt me, just say so! I am a man of integrity! I swear an oath right here and now!" The man might have been misunderstood and was immediately irritated.
"A poisonous oath? Who would believe it except children?"
As the big man finished speaking, he was grabbed by the collar.
The smell of gunpowder was strong on the deck. None of the other colleagues tried to stop the fight. They couldn't take sides for a while, so they just watched from the sidelines.
The old man spoke up to smooth things over: "Okay, everyone, stop talking. This is not your first day at sea, you must know that cargo ships carry people, so you have to burn incense and pray."
There was silence among the crew for a while, and then a commotion broke out.
"Stop talking nonsense. What should we do now? He is a rich man."
"Who cares about the fucking rich people? He's the one who's going to plague us and throw us into the sea!"
"It's still breathing, and it doesn't look that old. It looks like a high school student. Do you really want to throw it away?"
"… "
"Whether it is a plague or not, there is no evidence."
"… "
Everyone exchanged glances, then looked away, watching the sea mist, listening to the sound of the waves, and feeling the tide one after another.
The crew member whose psychological defenses collapsed the most saw his colleagues like this, and he couldn't stand it anymore and yelled hysterically: "We are all fine when we go out to sea normally, but this time an accident happened. Isn't it just because of this weirdo???"
"What are you still hesitating about? The ship has been here for three days! There could be reef turbulence at any time, and there might even be a volcano on the seabed! We might die before noon! Even if there is no possibility, we have to try! Can't we wait until we are out before issuing it?"
"Hurry up!!!" The crew member's face was crazy, and his eyes were bulging with pain. All his panic and despair poured out, into the air, and continued to erode the minds of others.
Everyone quickly reached a consensus.
The old man was the first to step forward. There was a dagger in the pocket of his thick windbreaker. The handle was hot and stained with sweat, and it seemed like he had been holding it for a long time before letting go.
"We were talking so loudly, but the child didn't respond. I thought he was going to wake up. He probably hasn't eaten since the day he set sail. He's dead."
The old man picked up the young man who was still unconscious and had not woken up.
"etc!"
A crew member ran over and took off the outsider's down jacket. He laughed and said, "My brother is similar to him. When I go back, I will give this down jacket to my brother as a New Year's gift."
No one looked down on them, their expressions were either shocked or weird.
The outsider's down jacket was fine except that it was dirty, but why was his sweater inside so torn? It looked like someone had scratched it with a sharp weapon, and even the base layer inside was torn, and pale skin and flesh were vaguely visible.
There are fresh scars on the neck.
Could it be that he was an unfavored illegitimate child who ran away because of domestic violence from his stepmother
It's such a bloody story of a wealthy family.
Never mind, just throw it away.
The thick fog danced with the sea breeze, entwining in wisps and pieces, separating, and then entwining again, presenting a picture that was both mysterious and beautiful and weird.
The people on the deck did not communicate. This was the first time they had done this. Although sacrificing a living person to the sea was a legend, they had to believe it now. What if it was really so weird that after the outsider was thrown overboard, the ship could leave this strange sea
Although the old man was old, he was still strong. He threw the man out of the guardrail with one hand.
"Boom—"
There was a huge splash on the sea, that was the sound of death.
Some people prayed towards the foggy deep sea, while others walked towards the cabin angrily, as if as long as they evacuated quickly, they would not have participated in the murder and would not have any unpleasant conscience.
At this moment, a thin, dark crew member suddenly rushed to the guardrail, grabbing his cell phone and saying, "Quick! Put the ladder for me! Quick!"
Before anyone could react, they saw him drop his phone and simply flip over and jump down.
He was so anxious that he didn't even take off his coat or shoes.
The man who jumped down was a very good swimmer and had a strong body. Most importantly, he did not hesitate and his movements were very smooth. He held his breath and sank down in the cold weather, found the fallen body, and swam over quickly. He was as agile as a fish in the water.
The moment Jiaobai entered the water, he woke up, but he had been hungry for the past few days and had no strength, so he didn't even move his limbs. He felt that he was really going to die this time.
Died in the sea, eaten by fish.
The little notebook in Jiaobai's heart was melted by the seawater, and his mind was blank. When he was grabbed and pulled out of the water, his consciousness and body did not respond.
The uncle half-carried the water chestnut and climbed up the ladder back to the boat.
"What are you doing?" the old man stopped him.
The others who came to their senses immediately surrounded them. They had already thrown the person away, so why were they fishing him out again
Not only the uncle, but even the crew member who gave him the ladder was ostracized by everyone.
"Wait, I'll explain it to you later!" The uncle stuttered and said, he took the茭白 and rushed into the cabin, went straight to his room, and locked the door.
"Wake up!" The uncle laid the man flat on the ground and performed compressions in a professional manner. "Little brother, wake up! Wake up!"
He pinched the nose of the person on the ground and was about to perform artificial respiration when he was suddenly met with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
"Cough..." Jiaobai coughed weakly.
The uncle woke up with a start. He didn't immediately say "It's okay", but turned on his cell phone, pulled his eyebrows like black weeds, looked at something on the phone, then looked at the茭白, his eyes moving back and forth.
Jiaobai lay there unable to get up, and his heart ached every time he took a breath. Drowning did not bring him fear, but physical pain.
Damn it, Qi Zizhi knocked him out before pushing him out, just to prevent him from revealing that there were two more people in the cargo hold.
Qi Zizhi must know what will happen to him, an outsider who suddenly appeared in such a dire situation hit by a natural disaster, exposed to a group of anxious crew members.
This means that he won't be able to speak until he dies.
As expected of a decisive businessman, he responded calmly in a critical moment, sacrificing a victim to save himself and his newly recognized brother. What a good calculation.
So fucking cruel!
Jiaobai's cold lips trembled, and he gritted his teeth and uttered a curse word: "Fuck."
He met the two curious eyes and closed his mouth.
The uncle squatted down, turned the screen of his mobile phone around, and said to Jiao Bai: "Is the person above you you?"
Jiaobai's eyes were bloodshot, his head was swollen, and his vision was affected: "Bring it closer."
The uncle came closer, holding his cell phone.
The screen was almost touching the tip of Jiaobai's nose.
Jiaobai took a look at it. It was a photo, a landscape photo, and it looked familiar.
There is a figure in the photo.
"It's too small, I can't see clearly." Jiaobai's eyes hurt.
The uncle took the phone away, swiped a few times with his fingers, and showed it to Jiaobai: "What now?"
Jiaobai squinted and looked, then looked again: "… It's me."
Okay, he knew why the scenery in the photo looked familiar, it was Lan Mo Mansion.
The photo shows him reading a book to Qi Yilao for the last time before he left.
Qi Yilao did not enter the house. There was only him holding the scriptures and a corner of the front yard.
The whole body of the wild rice was soaked, and the torn sweater stuck to the autumn clothes underneath. The autumn clothes were attached to the pale skin.
There was a patch of water beneath him, wetting the ground, and the area was still expanding.
He moved his legs, and water seeped out of his shoes, freezing his toes.
The uncle who was also wearing wet clothes was very excited. He was in his thirties, looked honest, not ugly, had no bad habits, had never had a quarrel with anyone in his life, and was still a bachelor. Every year when he went home, his mother urged him to get married and his relatives talked about him.
But his cousin is shorter than him, skinny, a heavy smoker, and a drinker, but he bought a house and a car and married a beautiful wife.
Just because my cousin works for the Qi family in Xicheng.
My cousin occasionally takes some photos to show off, taking photos of big hotels, big mansions, private jets, and all kinds of things.
He used his cousin's pretense to show off. He even set up a special attention for this, for fear of missing anything.
The uncle stared at the photo on his phone, as if he was looking at his wonderful life. This photo was posted by my cousin on WeChat Moments in December. He probably realized who was in the photo after he posted it, so he deleted it quickly.
The uncle saved it in time. He just wanted to keep it for showing off, but he didn't expect to find it today.
When the outsider was mentioned on the deck, the uncle didn't think much about it. He just felt that the child was pitiful and shouldn't have come on board without permission.
After looking a few more times, the uncle couldn't take his eyes off her. It wasn't because his sexual orientation suddenly changed and he fell in love with the child who could almost be his son, but because he felt that he had seen that face in his photo album.
While his colleagues were arguing, he was enlarging the photos for comparison.
By the time he felt a little like it, everyone had already thrown into the sea, and he jumped in without thinking.
Sent.
The uncle rubbed his hands and said, "I am your savior."
"Yes." Jiaobai's eyelashes were trembling with icy water vapor. "My benefactor, do you have water for a bath? I am almost dying."
"Yes, yes, there is water!" the uncle said quickly, "It's over there, follow me."
After that, he still reminded her: "Hold on, you must hold on!"
Jiaobai pursed her purple lips, revealing two small canine teeth. OK, k.
It was more than ten minutes later when Jiaobai finished his bath, changed into an old cotton-padded jacket and sat on a chair. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his fat and faded military coat, with only his ten fingertips slightly exposed and curled up.
What a good kid! The uncle sighed like an old father, saying that if he had gotten married earlier, his child would have been able to go to middle school.
"Uncle, thank you for risking your life to save me. My name is Jiaobai, which means the vegetable we eat." Jiaobai smiled gratefully and took the initiative to introduce himself.
"It's an easy name to remember." The uncle smiled innocently, "My last name is Zhao, and everyone calls me Big Guy."
Jiaobai said: "I'd better just call you Uncle Zhao."
"Hey!" Uncle Zhao considered, "I saved you because..."
Jiaobai continued: "I am related to the Qi family of Lanmo Mansion."
Uncle Zhao choked.
"A-choo--A-choo--" Jiaobai sneezed repeatedly and shivered all over. The bath water was not hot enough, and the coldness in his body was not driven away.
Uncle Zhao left for a while, and when he came back he brought him a glass bottle filled with hot water: "Cover it up."
Jiaobai held the glass bottle between his legs. The heat seeped through the fabric of his pants and flowed into his blood vessels bit by bit. After a while, he came back to life.
Uncle Zhao saw that the child was much better, so he continued the previous topic: "Who are you to the Qi family?"
Jiaobai said ambiguously: "I know Mr. Qi."
Uncle Zhao looked at him and asked, "Are you his relative's child?"
Uncle Zhao, who asked this question, didn't believe it himself.
Although the child is well-dressed, he doesn't look like he comes from a wealthy family. He doesn't have that kind of temperament, neither good nor bad.
So Jiaobai shook his head: "Lover, I lived in Lanmo Mansion for a while."
Uncle Zhao thought so, so he believed it without much doubt: "Then you are still with Lan..."
That place seems so precious.
"We are still connected." Jiaobai said with a smile. Old pervert, I'll lend it to you.
Uncle Zhao couldn't hold back his excitement, and a dark red spot appeared on his dark skin: "Does the Qi family know that you are missing?"
The wild rice stems were kept warm in the glass bottle, and when they got hot, they would move to another place: "You know."
"I ran onto the boat just to avoid him." Jiaobai lowered his eyes, "I just wanted to go out to sea and live in a place where he couldn't find me." Thanks to the bloody comics that accompanied me over the years, I can now sing an old-fashioned rap.
Uncle Zhao had a look on his face that said "what are you talking about?"
"Every line of work has its own sadness, Uncle Zhao, I can only say this much, anything else is inconvenient, hope you understand." Jiaobai forced a smile. He shuddered, not because he was disgusted by himself, but because he was burned.
His thigh must have been burned red, but when he took out the glass bottle, it was cold.
This is like his current state.
Do the task, be tortured, don’t do it, die.
Uncle Zhao checked his phone. The boat had been swept into the sea and the signal was gone. He couldn't get evidence from his cousin, but the person in the photo was Jiaobai. This couldn't be fake. The fact that he could live there was enough to prove that the other party had a complicated relationship with the Qi family.
"Will that person go out to sea to find you?" Uncle Zhao looked straight at Jiaobai.
Jiaobai didn't answer. He logged into his account and looked at his friend list. Although Qi Yiliao's activity level was increasing slowly, it didn't go up and down repeatedly. Instead, it kept going up.
"Yes." said Jiaobai.
Uncle Zhao didn't know that when Jiaobai said that word, he was less than fifty percent sure. He grabbed the other's knees and looked at his relatives with tears in his eyes: "Can you help me say something good when the time comes?"
Jiaobai had expected this to happen, and he couldn't understand why: "Uncle Zhao, your colleagues all think it's over, why are you still thinking about the future?"
"I went to the temple to have my fortune told before I went out to sea. The fortune teller said that I would have a safe trip." Uncle Zhao's rough face showed his firm belief and piety in the fortune.
Wild rice: “…”
He admires all the masters in this comic. The leader among the tools.
"I didn't tell everyone because I was afraid they wouldn't believe it. At this time, a different voice would be attacked." Uncle Zhao had been through a lot and could see the situation clearly. He hesitated for a moment, "The fortune teller also said that I would meet a noble person."
Jiaobai was stunned. He pointed at himself and said teasingly, "My noble man, me?"
Uncle Zhao smiled awkwardly.
"When the person from the Qi family comes to see you, can you help me... introduce him?" Uncle Zhao used subtle words, a little reserved.
Jiaobai didn't agree to it immediately. He wanted to ask clearly before considering whether he could help: "You want to work at the Qi family?"
"No, no, no, I can't do it," Uncle Zhao shook his head and waved his hands. It was too late for him to learn Kung Fu now.
Uncle Zhao suddenly felt shy. He stood up and walked a few steps, then sat back down and said in one breath, "I just want to take a photo with that big shot and hang it up at home as a family heirloom."
Wild rice: “…”
Jiao Bai agreed to this. As long as he could get ashore alive and contact Qi Yilao, it should not be difficult for the uncle to fulfill his wish.
Qi Yilao was unwilling, so Jiaobai read a few more pages of the book.
If Qi Yilao still disagrees, then茭白 will... read a few more pages.
The people outside have lost their patience and are banging on the door.
Uncle Zhao was so anxious that he rescued the man and talked to him. Now he had to deal with the most troublesome step. He didn't know how to get everyone to let go of the wild rice.
"Just say I'm your son?" Jiaobai suggested.
Uncle Zhao: “…They know that I’ve never even had a date.”
The nerve endings of wild rice are loose, and when his body is warm, he becomes sleepy: "From a distant relative, from a friend, which one?"
"Neither of them works. If we knew each other, why didn't I come forward earlier and wait for you to fall into the sea before jumping in to save you?" Uncle Zhao buttoned up the small hole on the front of his cotton coat that was burned by cigarette ash, and said without hesitation, "If you were a girl, I could still say that we were good friends in the past and we haven't seen each other for a long time. I don't know how you found out that I was on this cargo ship, so you secretly came to see me on the ship. I didn't dare to believe it at first, but then I realized it and rushed down to save you."
Before Uncle Zhao could close his mouth, he heard the young man say, "That's what I said."
He was dumbfounded.
“… You are a boy.”
"What does it matter?" Jiaobai stretched out his arm to pat Uncle Zhao on the shoulder. As expected of a big man, he was almost two meters tall. He patted and said, "Be a real man, don't pay attention to such small details."
This uncle's idea was good and full of drama, so Jiaobai adopted it without hesitation.
Uncle Zhao didn't really want to use this excuse.
"Then tell your colleagues that you saw me twice before in a bar or somewhere else, but you didn't recognize me at first and saved me out of pity. If your colleagues question it, you can improvise and act awkward and say that you actually have feelings for me." Jiaobai shrugged, "Simple and crude."
Uncle Zhao was stunned.
"Choose one of the two. It's up to you. I don't care." Jiao Bai gave the choice to the uncle who went into the sea to save him. Even though the other party was not after his life, but the Qi family in his social circle.
Uncle Zhao hesitated for a long time. He went out to deal with his colleagues and came back with a bruised face.
"I used the second statement you mentioned. You must explain to the Qi family after you get ashore. We didn't do that. Now that everyone has vented their anger, everything will be fine."
Uncle Zhao rubbed his bruised waist. He pulled the bleeding corner of his mouth towards Jiaobai, hissed twice, and consoled him, "It's okay!"
Jiaobai heard the noise outside, and it didn't seem like everything was alright as the uncle said.
"You scold me at the loudest voice and say the most unpleasant words." Jiaobai suddenly said, "Hurry up."
Uncle Zhao was confused: "Why would I scold you?"
"Just scold me when I tell you to. Why?" Jiaobai said impatiently, "You are angry because of me because my colleagues beat you up. You are taking it out on me. Do you understand?"
Uncle Zhao seemed to understand, but not quite.
"I say one sentence, you say one sentence." Jiaobai put the glass bottle against his cheek, "Bitch, slut, I am like this because of you, why are you running away, serve me well, are you sick? So what if you are sick, kneel down!"
Uncle Zhao jumped up in fright. His wounds were agitated and he felt a lot of pain. His dark face was a little distorted. “No, no, no, I can’t curse!”
He kept shaking his head: "I'm not that kind of person. If I curse, no one will believe me."
Jiaobai asked, "Have they seen you jump into the sea to save people?"
Uncle Zhao said, "That was the first time."
Jiaobai asked again: "Do they know that you have feelings for boys?"
Uncle Zhao shook his head.
Jiaobai rolled the glass bottle against his eyelids and sighed in comfort: "That's it, everything has a first time, don't waste time. You're the angstiest after being beaten, and it's easy to get dizzy. If you delay any longer, you won't look like it anymore."
Uncle Zhao was a little shaken: "But I told them what I did to you, so why would I hit you?"
"Sure," Jiaobai laughed, "In the name of love."
Uncle Zhao couldn't understand it, so he cursed at Jiaobai's urging.
The noise outside gradually faded away.
Uncle Zhao thought it was over, but he didn't expect that the next scenes were the highlight. He was in a horrified state the whole time, as if he was watching a scene of torture.
Jiaobai used many things in the small room and injured himself.
Uncle Zhao's eyes turned red. He had been beaten up by his colleagues, but none of his injuries were as serious as this child's. It was so tragic that he couldn't bear to watch.
"What are you doing?" Uncle Zhao was confused.
Jiaobai changed back into his original clothes. His exposed skin was covered with bruises and scratches. His entire face was swollen and red from being beaten. One of his eyes was broken and bleeding, but he was smiling with a bright look in his eyes: "You'll know if you follow me out."
Uncle Zhao took the dying Jiaobai out of the room. There were two crew members smoking and talking in the corridor of the cabin. When they looked over, the words on their lips disappeared.
There was disbelief in their eyes.
Under Jiaobai's guidance, Uncle Zhao brought him to the deck.
Jiaobai hadn't gotten his down jacket back yet, so he was only wearing a tattered wet sweater. The wind made every bone in his body ache, and he was staggering with his back hunched, ready to fall at any moment. He looked like he might as well just fall into the sea and end it all.
Soon, the other crew members saw the miserable looking young man.
One of them punched and kicked Uncle Zhao, wishing he could hang him on the sail. He gave him a thumbs up in admiration: "Big guy, you're really ruthless."
Uncle Zhao was too embarrassed to look him in the eye for fear of being exposed.
The young man's vague voice fell into Uncle Zhao's ears: "This way, your colleagues will know that you saved me, and they will blame me and resent me, and they will be less hostile to you. In addition, they know your cruel side, and they will not continue to embarrass you unscrupulously. Good people are bullied, and when you are evil, others will be afraid of you."
Uncle Zhao was shocked. This kid...
After Jiaobai said what he needed to say, he started vomiting. It was really dizzy on the boat.
His injuries not only show the uncle's position to the crew members and try to prevent the uncle from being isolated by his colleagues because of saving him, but also have a more important use.
At noon, Jiaobai ate something in Uncle Zhao's room and said he wanted to go back to the cargo hold.
As soon as Uncle Zhao stopped chewing his bun, he opened his mouth and spat out the bun crumbs: "Why are you going back there? You haven't got your down jacket back yet, why are you taking off your coat?"
Jiao Bai lied, "It's dark in the cargo hold, which makes me feel safe. Uncle Zhao, go there and call me in two hours. I'm a deep sleeper, so please be louder and more aggressive, or I won't wake up."
Without waiting for Uncle Zhao to ask any more questions, Jiaobai left.
At this point, the crew members were all eating, and the water chestnuts returned to the cargo hold unhindered.
The old man is inside.
Jiaobai didn't go in, he was waiting outside.
There was a slight smell of food in the cargo hold because of the old man's arrival, so he stuffed the food in through the crack of the door, and this time he was more cautious than the previous few days.
Just as the old man was about to leave, a hand reached out from the crack in the door and grabbed his wrist.
Qi Zizhi didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he put half of his burned face close to it and asked: "What's going on outside?"
"The boat is still spinning!" The old man was frightened and felt a little nauseous.
"The person you took away..." Qi Zizhi said hoarsely, "Is he dead?"
"How is that possible? We are not pirates." The old man was annoyed. Why did collecting a sum of money involve so many things? Now he had to be on guard against the young man who was discovered and betrayed him.
When the voyage is smooth, the Tibetans will at most receive a few complaints, and all they have to do is treat the guests to a drink.
But if something strange happens during the voyage, then his crime of smuggling people for money will be exposed, and that will be the end of him.
The old man had thought that if the young man was about to wake up, he would stab him to death before that and throw him into the sea when no one was paying attention.
Later, the person didn't wake up, so he didn't need to take any risks and just threw the person out of the guardrail.
But who knew that the big guy would come out and kill them.
The old man was in a bad situation now. His wrist was still being grabbed. The man inside the door obviously wanted to hear something else. He was angry at the lame man: "He was with the big guy and was being tortured for several hours!"
The old man broke free and walked away. He turned a corner and stopped.
Jiaobai wiped the blood from his nose and said with a smile, "Master, don't touch your dagger. If I wanted to tell you about hiding people in the cargo hold, I would have told you a long time ago."
The viciousness in the old man's eyes disappeared, and from what the young man said, he wanted to negotiate terms with him.
"Let's talk later." Jiaobai straightened the collar of his down jacket that was stained with blood. He held his waist, crossed his trembling legs, and slowly walked over.
The old man cursed inwardly as if he saw something dirty.
The wild rice entered the cargo hold.
He coughed a few times and walked inside with dragging feet.
Qi Zizhi was coaxing Li Jue to eat. When he heard the noise, he put down the spoon in his hand.
Li Jue, who was leaning on Qi Zizhi's shoulder, opened his eyes wide: "It's茭白!"
"Zaobai is back... He is back..."
Li Jue staggered to his feet and ran towards the source of the sound. He stumbled into things from time to time and cried out in pain.
Qi Zizhi turned on the flashlight to illuminate the way ahead for him, and followed him: "Slow down!"
Li Jue rushed to Jiao Bai, tears streaming from her swollen eyes: "How are you? Are you okay?"
While speaking, his hands also touched the茭白.
The wild rice screamed.
Li Jue froze. He hurriedly turned back to his elder brother and took out the flashlight to shine.
Under that beam of light was a broken person.
Li Jue thought of a possibility. The mobile phone in his hand fell down and was caught by Qi Zizhi in mid-air.
"Brother, it's all your fault!" Li Jue cried and slapped Qi Zizhi, "Why did you push Jiao Bai out? Look at him... Look at him!"
"You also said that he would report us and take me to another place to hide! I said no, but you didn't believe me! If he had reported us, wouldn't we have been discovered long ago?" Li Jue cried bitterly.
Qi Zizhi wiped his brother's face with one hand to wipe his tears, and with the other hand he held the phone and checked the wild rice from head to toe several times, as if to confirm whether it was real or not.
Zizania latifolia coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He deliberately raised his head and then lowered it, spraying at Qi Zizhi.
A drop of light blood splashed on Qi Zizhi's chin. He raised his hand to wipe it off and twisted his fingertips. There was no fluctuation in his eyes filled with hatred.
Li Jue's body swayed, and she walked towards Jiaobai with tears in her eyes, reaching out her hand with trembling hands.
Jiaobai was just touched on the wound by this guy, and he was traumatized. He immediately shouted in a low voice: "Don't touch me!" Stay away from me!
Li Jue’s little face turned pale.
Jiaobai laughed dryly: "I'm too dirty, don't touch me."
Li Jue opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I misunderstood you, I thought you... I thought you blamed me... Jiaobai, don't blame me, please..."
"I don't blame you." Jiaobai's gaze swept towards Qi Zizhi vaguely.
The other person stood behind Li Jue in a protective posture, and there was no guilt in the look he gave him.
Except for the fact that Jiaobai was not raped, his injuries were real. He squatted down in a miserable posture, lay down on the ground with difficulty, curled up his hands and feet, closed his eyes, and his breathing was disordered and weak.
If hatred alone is not enough, then add some spice.
In order to deal with Qi Zizhi, he even harmed himself.
As for exposing Qi Zizhi and Li Jue, that is not possible.
Once it comes to that, Qi Zizhi will go crazy and either kill everyone on the ship and die together, or commit suicide by jumping into the sea.
Why not
Because the assistant just replied to him yesterday that his friend’s life or death after joining the group has nothing to do with him. He must be alive before joining the group, and death would be a failure.
If he doesn't ask, the assistant won't tell him such important information!
Jiaobai thought, he really needs to hurry up.
Li Jue and Shen Er'an are both protagonists who betray the people around them and cannot die themselves.
It's hard to say about the others, especially Yu Ling who worked hard for the Cen family. And Qi Yilao who looked elegant, successful and mature on the outside, but dead and even rotten on the inside, had a very twisted tendency to be world-weary.
Li Jue covered his mouth and cried for a long time. When he was tired of crying, he fell asleep in his elder brother's arms.
Qi Zizhi took off his coat and spread it on the ground, letting his brother lie down gently. He limped towards the茭白, looked down for a moment, then sat down and turned on the flashlight.
The茭白 was mumbling in his sleep.
"It's so cold..."
"Don't hit me... Gently... Please be gentle... Help..."
"I was wrong... It hurts so much... I'll lie down... I'll lie down by myself... Don't come over here, don't come over here... Ah!"
The thin body suddenly spasmed and his teeth bit his lower lip, leaving blood all over it.
Qi Zizhi mocked: "Perform for me?"
He grabbed the young man's damp hair and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. The temperature he touched was extremely hot.
The man with a high fever was talking nonsense.
Qi Zizhi loosened the hair from between his fingers and said indifferently: "Don't blame me for being cruel, this is all your own fault."
"If you are still restless after suffering this and want to use Xiaojue like you used Xiaoshuang, I will take you with me even if I die," he whispered softly, leaning close to the young man's ear, who was still mumbling in his sleep.
Qi Zizhi heard something, and the hatred on his face paused for a moment.
The young man kept waving his hands, trying to catch something.
"Mother… "
"Mom... I'm here... Mom..."
At this moment, he was not like any other person. He looked fragile and helpless, but not in pain or sadness. Instead, he raised the bloody corners of his lips and smiled on his bloodless face.
- Like a dying person dreaming of the warmest sun in his life.
Qi Zizhi turned off the flashlight and his vision became dark. He was about to stand up, but the corner of his clothes was caught.
Those were two white and thin fingers, with great force and persistence.
"Mom..." The young man rubbed his face against hers, smiling innocently and beautifully, "Mom..."
Qi Zizhi slowly pushed the two fingers apart and left without looking back.
After shouting for a long time, Jiaobai opened his eyes and found that his activity level had exceeded 25. He closed his eyes again and fainted.
After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Zhao's roar came from outside the cargo hold: "Come out!"
Jiaobai didn't wake up. He really couldn't wake up and his consciousness was very heavy.
Li Jue was so panicked that he couldn't stop crying: "What should I do? Brother, we can't let Jiao Bai go again. He's already been like that. If it happens again, he'll die!"
Qi Zizhi said: "It has nothing to do with you."
"He's my neighbor, we grew up together, how can there be no relationship!" Li Jue glared at his elder brother in reproach, biting his lip and crying, "If you don't help him, I'll rush out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked unconscious by a knife strike.
But he didn't fall.
He was caught by a pair of arms, and was allowed to hit wherever he went.
Qi Zizhi found a safe corner to place his brother. He returned the same way and looked at the茭白 that was almost burnt to death.
The crew member outside the cargo hold was still yelling that if he didn't see the person he was looking for, he would definitely kick the door open.
Qi Zizhi bent down, picked up the wild rice stem gently, and then,
Sent him to the entrance of hell.
Go ahead.
Jiao Bai was pinched awake by Qi Zizhi. He walked out of the cargo hold with a dizzy head and fell to the ground after taking a few steps.
Uncle Zhao supported him in time and wrapped him in a military coat.
I didn't ask anything, I just wanted to make sure he didn't die. I had all the common medicines available, so I told him to take them quickly.
"Big guy, you're beating me and helping me up, and you're doing the same thing every now and then!"
When Jiaobai heard the old man's voice looking for trouble, his heavy eyelids opened a little, and there was a hint of mockery in his red eyes.
The old man's wrinkled face froze, and he pretended to walk over and brush past him unintentionally.
Jiaobai's breath was hot and chaotic, but the words were clear and cold: "The two of you won't eat tonight, don't send it to them."