This night was the twenty-ninth day of the lunar year. Except for the captain who was commanding in the wheelhouse, several deputies and lookouts, everyone else was checking various warehouses in a panic. It was not until nearly dawn that their tense nerves relaxed a little.
After confirming that only one warehouse was breached, they discovered it in time and closed the valve as quickly as possible, preventing the seawater from flooding out.
Everyone slumped in the small restaurant, walkie-talkies and helmets thrown aside, their clothes damp with sweat.
The ship will not sink if one warehouse is leaking.
But they are still trapped here. What will happen to them tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the next hour? No one knows.
There were no other ships around, and their ship was the only one floating alone in this sea, unable to send out a call for help.
"I've never wanted to see pirates so much." A crew member pounded his sore legs with his fists. He pounded his legs twice and roared in despair, "Ah! Where are the pirates? Why can't we even see a trace of them?"
The crew member next to him felt unlucky and spat several times: "Are you crazy? Pirates are coming, do we still have a way to survive?"
"You know nothing! They have been roaming in unknown waters all the time and know more about the deep sea than we do. With them around, we can follow them!"
"Fuck, you're crazy. You want the pirates to lead you? Why? Are you the son of destiny or the prince of the sea? If they come, they will just rob us of our supplies, kill us and throw us into the sea, then sink the ship and continue looking for the next prey!"
The two men quarreled, their faces flushed, their necks thick, saliva flying, and their necks stretched out, just like two travelers who had been hiking in the wilderness for a long time and were having a last-ditch effort before death.
No one tried to stop the fight.
In the extremely chaotic and extremely depressing atmosphere, a thin light orange line slowly appeared on the sea level.
The soft halo around the line formed a sharp contrast with the cold and dark sea water, which made people's eyes sting and their hearts surge.
It's dawn.
Uncle Zhao rubbed the mark left by the helmet on his forehead and blurted out, "Today is the New Year."
The two crew members who were already fighting each other to the death were stunned.
"It's the New Year." The old man sucked on the cheap cigarette butt several times, and threw it away when he couldn't taste anything anymore. "Everyone, have a good lunch today, and have a couple of drinks."
"Yeah, don't think too much, life and death are determined by fate."
"Maybe after the New Year's Eve dinner, the compass will be restored. Didn't it respond before..."
Some people were very panicked and collapsed when they first left the route. They all wanted to jump into the sea and swim to see if they could swim out. Some actually tried, but ended up swimming back to the boat like drowned dogs. Over the past few days, they have gradually come to terms with it.
After a while, an old sailor who had worked for most of his life said: "As long as the signal is restored and the sea chart is displayed, even if the ship crashes and sinks, we can survive."
Uncle Zhao agreed: "Yes, once the compass is restored, it means we have left that ghost sea area. At that time, even if the boat capsizes, we still have hope."
"Don't be such a pessimist!" The inexperienced crew member couldn't stand this.
"Crow's mouth? According to you young people, it's called f, f what's it?" the old man said with a smile.
The little crewman refused to answer.
Everyone drank some water and watched the sunrise, which they had long been tired of seeing, and the atmosphere eased a little.
After all, the Chinese New Year is a festive and traditional day. Everyone celebrates it and there is resonance.
Besides, this is not the first year they have spent New Year’s Eve on the boat, so it brings back memories.
So everyone temporarily put aside the fear brought by last night's earthquake and made room to welcome the New Year.
Uncle Zhao took breakfast and returned to his room amid the ambiguous or contemptuous looks of his colleagues. He was shocked as soon as he entered.
The young man was lying flat on the bed, with not a single piece of intact skin on his face, as if he had just finished a fierce battle, and still carried the hostility from the battlefield.
"Xiao Jiao?" Uncle Zhao reacted and quickly closed the door to prevent his colleagues who were looking in from seeing him. "Where did you get this new injury?"
"I fell." Jiaobai's mood was the exact opposite of his broken body. He was very happy, even looking forward to the climax of a movie. After the climax, he could fast forward to the recycling bin.
He was really fed up with the nausea in his stomach. He vomited every day, and his throat never felt good. There was a lingering taste of rust in his mouth. Please come quickly to this bloody story on the sea.
Uncle Zhao didn't know what Jiaobai was thinking, he just felt that he was in a bad mood, and he didn't even bother to find a reasonable explanation for his lie. How could he fall like that? Even a three-year-old kid wouldn't believe it.
This kid has a bit of a... masochistic tendency.
Uncle Zhao thought, he was so young, and his looks were not unique. To be able to live in the Qi family, he must have endured unimaginable pressure, which must not have been easy.
"How's the boat?" Jiaobai tilted his head.
Uncle Zhao gave a general account of the situation.
Jiaobai: “…” The earthquake was so severe, but only one warehouse was broken? It can’t be just like this.
He said meaningfully: "Uncle Zhao, you have to be mentally prepared."
Uncle Zhao was tearing the bag of mustard tuber: "What are you preparing?"
"You mean the ship is sinking?" He squeezed the pickled mustard tuber out from the bottom up and shook some into the porridge. "It won't sink. Our ship is not an ordinary small ship. It's okay if one or two warehouses are damaged."
"Xiao Jiao, the wound on your mouth is getting more serious. It bleeds when you talk. You'd better wait until the porridge is cold before eating." Uncle Zhao moved the small table in front of the bed so that Jiao Bai could reach it.
He had no appetite, so he turned to look at the only small window in the room. Outside was water and sky. It was the same scene every day, and the view was tiring and monotonous.
Jiaobai really wanted to see the cars and villas. He felt that the last time he walked on land was a thing of his previous life. One day on the boat felt like ten years.
Jiaobai closed his eyes and yawned as the engine room roared.
He was tied to the boat on New Year's Eve and still on the boat on New Year's Eve.
Really, whoever can get me ashore on New Year’s Day will be my ancestor.
Why…
Grass!
Jiaobai tapped his fingers randomly on the old army green quilt. Based on his years of experience in reading ridiculous comics, he thought the ridiculous comics might have been sent by the second son of the Qi family. After all, the timing of his absence from the sea trip was a bit subtle.
And it is also related to Li Jue.
Otherwise there would be no point in him getting involved.
The original owner of "Broken Wings" died a long time ago, so there was no plot of being tied to the boat by Qi Zizhi, and Li Jue would not be involved. So Jiao Bai is not sure what the development will be. Anyway, it is inseparable from the nature of melodrama.
Jiaobai scratched his greasy hair. Several scabby wounds were stuck to his hair, and they were all pulled out by his grabbing. The wounds also started bleeding, and he felt both pain and pleasure.
The pain is physical, the pleasure is psychological.
Because Jiaobai thought about the time he spat on Qi Zizhi's face, and the feeling of pulling out his hair and tearing his flesh.
Tsk.
I'm such a pervert.
Jiaobai wiped the blood that was dripping from the hair and took a deep breath.
He didn't want to go to the cargo hold to deal with the Qi brothers today.
It’s the New Year, and I have to be nicer to myself.
When Jiaobai was half asleep and half awake, a huge ocean-going ship was parked in the southeast of Jianghai, where the cargo ship "Pingshun" disappeared.
The lifeboat storage area was full, and on the deck stood a row of elite teams trained by the Qi family. Everything was ready, waiting for an order and God's permission to go.
Release them to the destination for rescue work.
It was New Year's Day, and everyone on the boat was facing the wind and the sea. Time passed by minute by minute, from morning to afternoon, and they were still waiting.
The boat also moved slowly in this area, and most of the time it was pushed forward or backward by the waves.
Just as the sky was about to fall, the latest news came from the cab.
When the ship was avoiding a detected small whirlpool and swimming upstream to a deep water area, the radar malfunctioned for less than a second.
"Ready--" the experienced captain gave the command calmly.
The news spread on the ship, and no one panicked. They signed a life and death agreement. The agreement clearly stated in black and white how much compensation the Qi family would give if something happened to them. To put it bluntly, they came here voluntarily, not under coercion.
Zhang Zhen walked back and forth holding two iron walnuts. This trip was rather hasty, and the Qi family had mobilized 90% of their resources and assembled the country's top navigation-related technical team before setting out to sea.
Unable to enter the mysterious sea, we returned the same way while ensuring the safety of our third brother.
If you go in, you can definitely get out.
Must come out.
Otherwise, the Xicheng Qi family would be finished.
Zhang Zhen didn't feel like it was the New Year at all. He just hoped that the ship could be anchored and everyone could be safe.
There are too many dangers at sea that cannot be explained by science. I don’t know what the Indianapolis Times was thinking without even reading the risk assessment report.
Although the third brother didn't say how long the search would take, today should be the last day. A week at sea is not a short time. Zhang Zhen's mind was filled with the image of Jiaobai lying on the bed dying that morning, his face covered in blood.
Zhang Zhen felt a sharp pain in his head. He swung the iron walnut and vaguely heard his third brother say something. His mind was diverted: "Third brother, what did you say?"
Qi Yiliao sat at the table, a pile of documents weighed down by his forearm. He held a pen in his hand, and wore black thin-framed glasses on his nose. His overly tired eyes behind the lenses stared at the computer screen.
"Just now, there was movement near 'Tianxing'a." Qi Yiliao took a sip of coffee. After he finished speaking, he put down the water cup that was the same color as his clothes, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
The leather chair rocks slightly, and the curve is pleasant and comfortable.
Zhang Zhen was stunned for a long time. The iron walnut fell and hit the back of his foot. He didn't feel any pain, but only felt that the huge rock mountain hanging over his heart had cracked.
Very good…
Still alive, Jiaobai, you must live, to be worthy of so many people's search and waiting.
"Third brother, do you want to notify Mr. Shen?" Zhang Zhen asked in a low voice.
His third brother didn't answer.
He seemed to be asleep and didn't hear anything.
In Dongcheng, as soon as Yu Ling found the signal, he immediately dialed a number. That was the contact number of the private villa where his brother was currently staying.
Yu Xiang was secretly brought from South City to East City by Cen Jingmo's men, and then took a special plane to England for recuperation. During this period, he was in a coma and never woke up. He was avoiding reality.
Yu Ling asked the nurse to put the phone to his brother's ear.
"Xiao Xiang, my brother's 'Tianxing' A main unit just received a signal fluctuation from the attachment." Yu Ling bit down on a half-smoked cigarette, his abdomen was still wrapped in gauze, his cheeks looked a little sick, and he had a layer of rough and casual stubble, but his eyes were as firm and iron-blooded as ever, "Jiaobai is expected to return."
There was only the cold sound of the instrument on the other end of the phone.
"His situation must be very difficult, but he is persisting. You should learn from him." Yu Ling glanced at the bandage on his wrist. "When he comes back, you will accompany him to take the college entrance examination and send him to the examination room. This is what you told your brother. Don't forget it."
Yu Xiang lying on the hospital bed moved her eyelashes slightly.
The sky was dark. Jiao Bai was using a water pipe to spray the deck cover. The water rushed up, passing in front of his eyes and rushing into the sky.
He was originally sleeping in Uncle Zhao's room, but as soon as his friend came online, he came out and started doing this job.
He was in tatters and was enslaved.
That's miserable enough.
If that's still not enough, he can take off his cotton jacket and wear a leaky sweater to shake out the afterimages.
While Jiaobai rushed to the deck, he kept an eye on Qi Zizhi's avatar, which was still offline.
Just watching from some corner within five meters of him.
Jiaobai couldn't see Qi Zizhi, but the seal was lying dead right under his nose.
Yes, lying dead.
The belly is turned up, with two short fat paws placed on it, showing a smiling face.
Very peaceful.
A wave of horn solas can come at any time to send it away.
As for the activity level, it jumps by 0.5 every now and then, with a very regular frequency.
Jiaobai still can't figure out what the key is for Qi Zizhi's activity level to break through the 50 mark.
When it came to Shen Ji, he was so disgusted that he told him to get lost.
Qi Zizhi just...
I've beaten it, grabbed it, and even spit on it, but it still doesn't work.
"Little Jiao!"
Uncle Zhao’s voice was heard in the cabin.
Jiaobai hurriedly finished the work at hand and went into the cabin. He stumbled and his legs trembled violently. He lost his balance and fell heavily on the water-stained deck.
It hurts. It hurts.
This is only a one-time trick, and it can't be used again.
Qi Zizhi turned his gaze away from the shivering figure of the young man and turned back to the cargo hold.
Li Jue, who was in the shadows, saw that it was his elder brother who had returned, and he hurried over: "Brother, why are you alone? Where's Jiao Bai, didn't you see him?"
Qi Zizhi leaned against the cargo box in a panic.
Li Jue quickly supported his elder brother and carefully made him sit on the ground: "Today is New Year's Day, we can't let Jiaobai be bullied."
Qi Zizhi's breathing was very unstable, he was almost reaching his limit, but his brother didn't notice it. What a naive child he was.
"Brother, your hands are so hot...Brother, wake up, brother, don't leave me alone, I'm scared...Brother..."
I could hear my brother's nervous voice, mixed with his helpless crying.
Qi Zizhi wanted to open his eyes and coax his brother, but his physical condition did not allow him to do so.
On New Year's Eve, Qi Zizhi passed out due to severe infection from multiple wounds on his body, and his life was in danger. Li Jue knelt on him, crying breathlessly.
And the wild rice was eating dumplings, piping hot, stuffed with cabbage and pork.
The crew members made it, and Uncle Zhao found an opportunity to serve two plates of茭白 and two small cloves of garlic.
When Jiaobai held the garlic, his eyes became moist as if he had seen his relatives.
Although it’s not pickled garlic, I’m not a greedy person.
Zizania brought the garlic to its mouth, took a small bite and was satisfied.
In the evening the crew were drinking in the restaurant.
Jiaobai was ready to sleep, but his eyelids were twitching for some reason. He lay down for a while and then got up, put on the down jacket that Uncle Zhao had asked for back for him, zipped it up, and went to the cargo hold.
He really didn't want to suffer on the New Year's Day. Why is it so difficult for workers to take a holiday
As soon as Jiaobai entered the cargo hold, he heard Li Jue crying. He didn't know how long she had been crying, as if she was at a funeral.
"Xiao Jue?" Jiaobai didn't have a flashlight, so he groped around in the cargo box and called out.
Li Jue rushed out from the depths of the cargo hold, holding a cell phone with only one bar of battery left, and threw himself into Jiao Bai's arms.
Jiaobai reflexively moved away and saw Li Jue fall to the ground, screaming in pain.
Why don’t you learn your lesson
Can a person with injuries stand such a beating
Jiaobai didn't go over, but just said, "Get up by yourself, I can't pull you up."
Li Jue lay on the ground and sobbed for a while, then suddenly turned around and crawled towards Jiaobai, grabbing his wet and dirty trouser legs and begging: "Jiaobai, please save my brother, he is dying, he..."
Before he could finish his words, the cloth between Li Jue's fingers was taken away by a strong force. He was stunned for a few seconds, climbed up using his hands and feet, and chased after Jiao Bai crying: "My elder brother is over there, Jiao Bai, my elder brother..."
"I saw it!" Jiao Bai roared. He kicked Qi Zizhi who almost tripped him just now, but the other party did not respond and his breathing was intermittent.
And Qi Zizhi's avatar frame suddenly had a white circle, which seemed like he was going to wear a small white flower.
That won't work.
Qi Zizhi hadn’t joined the group yet, and he died at this time. What should I do
Fuck it! Fuck it!!!
"Keep an eye on him." Jiaobai said, and then he pulled the dumbfounded Li Jue and cursed him angrily, "I told you to keep an eye on him!"
Li Jue was worried that his phone was running out of battery. He had been saving it, but now he couldn't use it anymore. When Jiao Bai yelled at him, he shuddered in fear: "I know... I know..."
Jiaobai came back soon, bringing with him water, anti-inflammatory drugs, alcohol, a flashlight, and some rags that he had torn up temporarily.
"Where's the knife?" Jiao Bai fumbled in Qi Zizhi's clothes. "Fuck, where's the knife?"
“…Is this it?” Li Jue took something out of his coat pocket and said in a low voice, “My elder brother gave it to me for self-defense.”
Jiaobai's face twitched. Qi Zizhi, what an idiot.
Li Jue would cry for a long time if he killed a chicken, and he would have nightmares at night because of his guilty conscience. How dare he use a knife
Jiaobai took the knife from Lijue's hand, pulled off the blade, and neatly screwed on the alcohol, soaking the blade: "Hold him down."
Li Jue's mind was blank, and he did as he was told unconsciously, placing his two tender hands on his elder brother's chest.
"Press his arm with all your strength." Jiaobai bit the flashlight, knelt on Qi Zizhi's legs, pressed him down, and cut off a piece of his pants with a swipe of the knife.
Li Jue was terrified: "Jiaobai, slow down, don't scratch him..."
The last few words were replaced by his dry heaves, and he suddenly closed his eyes, not daring to look at the burns on his brother's legs.
It was the first time that Jiaobai saw Qi Zizhi’s lame leg. He didn’t vomit because he had vomited on the way to get the medicine and there was nothing left in his stomach.
Comics are just comics. If a normal person suffered burns to the extent that Qi Zizhi suffered, he would have died long ago. How could he kidnap, sneak out to find food for his brother, or fight with others
In fact, I am the same. I have integrated into this world built on melodrama. I also have the buff of comics. Otherwise, I would have gone to hell with the torment I have suffered. Jiaobai sighed and stabbed the knife into Qi Zizhi's smelly wound.
Qi Zizhi's defensive consciousness prompted him to struggle instinctively.
Li Jue pressed him down desperately, sobbing and shouting, "Brother, it's me, it's me! I'm pressing you down, just bear with it, just dig out the rotten flesh..."
Deep in the cargo hold, besides the sound of the knife digging at the rotten flesh, there was the sound of Li Jue crying. He kept crying, and the clothes in front of him were wet. In the end, he couldn't cry anymore, and he just sobbed.
When he was about to faint from crying, Jiaobai finally stopped his terrible actions.
"Don't you want to bandage the wound?" Li Jue held his elder brother's large hand tightly and rubbed it against his face, "Jiaobai, help me give him..."
"You have to do something, Xiaojue." Jiaobai was tired and exhausted. His complexion was not good and his tone was even worse. "He is your elder brother, not mine."
Li Jue's face turned pale, and he moved his lips awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I used too much. Thank you Jiaobai, thank you."
Jiaobai stayed away from them and barely rested for a while. When he woke up, he found that Li Jue had not yet bandaged Qi Zizhi's wound.
"… "
Jiaobai knew the protagonist's personality well, and he felt short of breath and wanted to hit someone.
Don't blame him. The male supporting actors were hurt for him, wasn't he the same? Just cry. When you've cried enough, go back to Shen Er'an and ask him to save his male supporting actors.
Then he was tortured by Shen Er'an until he was only left with one breath.
The plot is repetitive and bloody.
Jiaobai stood up by holding the wall of the boat, and after swaying for a while he finally stood steady. He walked over, first took away Li Jue, and then bandaged Qi Zizhi's wound.
at last,
"Pa pa pa"
Jiaobai slapped the side of Qi Zizhi's face that was not burned.
"You haven't tortured me enough, why are you dying? Get up now!"
When you are alive, you must have an idea.
Good, bad, either one is fine, you must have it.
This is called belief.
Jiaobai was an old hand at being on the verge of death. He sneered and slapped Qi Zizhi's face like a pig's head.
Tired of fanning, Jiaobai knelt on one knee, leaned close to Qi Zizhi's bleeding ear, and said something in a voice that the dazed Li Jue could not hear.
- If you die, I will throw your beloved brother into the sea to feed the fish.
The little finger of Jiaobai that was curled up and supported on the ground was caught by Xuxu, and the rough and hot fingertips rubbed against it.
"Little brother..."
Jiaobai shook his hand off in disgust.
Qi Zizhi had a good foundation. He woke up on the first morning of the new year. When he woke up, he stared at his younger brother who was curled up beside him and said, "Xiaojue, you surprised me."
Li Jue said sleepily: "Ah?"
Qi Zizhi patted his head and said, "Don't do stupid things in the future. Big brother won't abandon you."
When Li Jue saw that his elder brother was alive, he relaxed, his eyelids drooped together, but he was still holding on.
Qi Zizhi was amused by his brother's cute appearance, and the gloom in his heart and the decadence and depression brought by the physical pain dissipated a lot.
"Go to sleep, big brother will accompany you." Qi Zizhi patted his brother's thin back and fell asleep himself.
Until the boat began to heave violently, screams were heard outside one after another.
Qi Zizhi asked his brother to hide in the cargo hold. He swallowed some painkillers and slowly dragged his legs out. He came back soon with an unprecedentedly solemn expression and a hint of confusion.
The worst situation has occurred.
A few minutes ago, the captain was operating in the wheelhouse. He was in a bad mental state and couldn't concentrate.
The deputy next to him was younger and stronger than the captain. He put a few drops of eye drops in his eyes, took a break, and then stayed at his post. A new year brings new hope.
With such expectation, the deputy watched the radar without blinking.
When the radar was running again, the deputy forgot to shout. He just kept talking to himself: "It's heading south... It's too far..."
The deputy gestured unconsciously: "As long as we go to this turning point, we can return to the original course..."
Just as he came to his senses and was about to inform the captain excitedly, the ship suddenly shook violently up and down.
Then came the screams of my colleagues.
When he inquired through the intercom, he found out that the earthquake the night before had indeed only damaged one warehouse, but several warehouses had suffered hidden injuries to varying degrees that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.
If the waves aren't big it's ok.
But once they encounter huge waves, like the one just now, they will all be pushed away.
Boat… …
It's going to sink.
The alarm continued to ring for a full minute, bringing with it a smell of escape.
We couldn't stay on the boat any longer, only going out to sea would give us a chance of survival. We had to get away from the boat as quickly as possible, without wasting a moment.
The crew ran to the living area where there was a lifeboat.
There were originally two on board, but one of them broke in the first half of this year, and the captain kept saying he needed to replace it, but he forgot about it. No one else reminded him, either.
This route has been run many times without any problems, they were careless.
Fortunately, several colleagues did not run away this time, so there was enough room for them in a lifeboat.
As for the extra outsider, there is nothing we can do about it.
So from the time the lifeboat entered the sea to the time the crew members got in wearing life jackets, the entire process was safe and sound, with no one fighting or scrambling.
Uncle Zhao was knocked unconscious by the old man and thrown into the lifeboat, so he didn't care about the茭白.
The old man had long seen that the relationship between him and Jiaobai was not what was presented to the outside world, and he did not abandon him because they had worked together for many years. Or perhaps taking him along was a piece of cake, and he considered it as a way to accumulate virtue for himself and his unborn grandson.
Jiaobai was too exhausted to squeeze in. Neither Qi Zizhi nor Li Jue could do it.
The three were either seriously injured or helpless, so there was a scene of them sitting on the deck, watching the lifeboat go away.
“It’s over…” Li Jue widened his empty eyes.
Qi Zizhi held him in his arms, and all his words of comfort were muffled in his broken throat.
The sea breeze on the deck carried Li Jue's crying.
Jiaobai touched the necklace on his neck through his clothes and squeezed it tightly. That group of people could also take Uncle Zhao with them, and that would be enough.
The result of the shipwreck was both unexpected and expected for him.
Jiaobai squinted his eyes and looked at the sea and sky that were connected together. After looking for a long time, his eyes hurt. He stood up and turned around to go to the cabin to find a life jacket.
After a while, Jiaobai felt sick as if someone was pinching his face, opening his mouth, and forcing a bucket of thick blood into his mouth.
Because he used his last bit of strength and found two life jackets with great difficulty.
They were all snatched away by Qi Zizhi.
He snatched it away forcibly and stabbed him.
It was that knife that I used to dig out the rotten flesh and clean his wounds last night.
Jiaobai didn't want to say any more dirty words or complain anymore. He slumped on the ground, holding his bleeding stomach, and stared at Qi Zizhi who was putting a life jacket on Li Jue.
At this moment, the boat is sinking.
Seabirds flew over the deck, flapping their scarred wings and making unpleasant screams from their beaks.
"Brother, go and look for him again." Li Jue grabbed the clothes on his chest as he was suffocating. "What should we do with Jiao Bai? What if he doesn't have a life jacket?"
Qi Zizhi checked whether his brother's life jacket was worn properly.
"Brother!" Li Jue trembled, "We can't leave him behind!"
Qi Zizhi felt a sharp pain on the side of his face that was wrapped in rags: "Xiaojue, didn't you keep asking me why I tied him up?"
Li Jue subconsciously covered his ears and didn't want to listen, but his elder brother pulled his hand down forcefully and said word by word: "The first contribution to the Qi family's present is from him."
Qi Zizhi didn't have time to talk slowly, so he only mentioned a few key points.
Li Jue heard part of it and his ears started buzzing: "How could this happen... How could this happen..."
Qi Zizhi picked up the last good life jacket on the boat. At that moment, he glanced at the young man who was sitting not far away and looking at him calmly with his two red eyes.
I couldn't help but be stunned.
What followed was indescribably weird.
Why is it so peaceful? It's like... God is looking at the ugly human beings.
The unknown emotions that had just come up in Qi Zizhi's mind were suppressed by the anger brought about by his thoughts, and he no longer looked at the young man.
If he looked again, he would see something different.
That was the resentment that wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
Qi Zizhi quickly put on the life jacket on the boat, picked up his brother and brought him to the guardrail: "Jump!"
Li Jue cried and shook her head: "No... I don't... Jiao Bai is still on the boat... Brother... He is bleeding, why did you..."
Qi Zizhi gritted his teeth, picked up his brother, and threw the lifebuoy and him into the sea.
"Wild rice stem --"
Li Jue choked on the water. He shouted at the top of his lungs and was then pushed onto the lifebuoy by the older brother who jumped down.
Qi Zizhi was about to push his brother away when he sensed something and looked back.
A tall and thin figure was lying on the guardrail.
An arm hung down, blood dripping from between the fingers and then blown away by the sea breeze.
Qi Zizhi knew that there would be no blood on this part of his body, but he felt a drop of blood on his face, right on the part where he was wrapped in cloth.
The blood is hot.
The wound under the cloth seemed to be burned.
Qi Zizhi suddenly retracted his gaze, and his figure pushing his brother away seemed a little flustered.
Jiaobai was the only one left on the boat.
Jiaobai simply treated the wound on his stomach, and then just lay there motionless. He had told Qi Zizhi before that he couldn't swim, but that was a lie. He could swim, and he was pretty good.
But now, once he enters the water, he will sink after struggling for a while.
No strength.
Jiaobai looked at the activity level of Zizhi and Li Jue, the latter's did not change, while the former's was stuck at 49.
Let's sleep for a while. Jiaobai couldn't hold on any longer and closed his eyes.
My stomach hurts so much, oh my god.
This knife must be remembered, remembered...
Li Jue was floating on the sea. His desire to survive soon made him forget about Jiao Bai and he tried his best to follow his elder brother.
After an unknown amount of time, Li Jue said weakly, "Brother, I can't do it anymore."
Qi Zizhi is also dying, but he has a will that holds on. As long as he floats to the shore, he will usher in a new life. He also has to go back to Nancheng to investigate Xiaoshuang's death.
"Hold on a little longer, don't fall asleep, Xiaojue..." Qi Zizhi kept shouting in his brother's ear.
Li Jue responded dazedly.
The day passed, the night came, and the light of day once again tore through the darkness.
Qi Zizhi and his brother drifted on the sea for dozens of hours, and a dark shadow appeared in their cloudy vision.
It's a ship.
"There's a boat, Xiaojue... There's a boat coming!" Qi Zizhi took off his coat with his stiff arms, grabbed it with his five whitened fingers, raised it high, and waved with all his might.
The sea water on the coat fell off with a crackling sound, accompanied by the rumbling sound of the ship, like a melody of hope.
It was a black ship that came over.
The ship was full of criminals who made a living by robbing.
But the boat did not pass over the heads of the two people calling for help, but stopped.
Because a few days ago, when they were robbing a merchant ship that was lost due to a human accident in the deep sea, the captain's daughter fell in love with one of the Chinese men and insisted on marrying him.
Now the Chinese man asked for a ladder. His English pronunciation was very fluent and authentic. It was obvious that he had lived in Britain for many years.
"Lin!" Qi Zizhi saw clearly the person swimming towards him.
Qi Lin had medium-long hair and wore a row of earrings on his ears. The sea water hit his gloomy brows, and his eyes were bloodshot from not having slept well for a long time.
"Get on the boat first." Qi Lin reached out to pull his elder brother, and with his other hand he was about to reach out to the man with his head drooping beside him, but he stopped abruptly in mid-air and asked abruptly, "Where's he?"
Qi Zizhi's brain was not getting enough blood, and his limbs were frozen. "What?"
Qi Lin looked at him with a strange look: "Brother, where is the Jiaobai you kidnapped?"
Before Qi Zizhi finished speaking, a girl's voice came from the boat. She was a British girl with a great figure, blonde hair and blue eyes.
At the same time, she asked several of her father's men to jump in to save people.
As soon as Qi Lin got on the boat, he repeated the questions he had asked at sea.
Qi Zizhi coughed.
"Second... Second brother..." Li Jue, who was wrapped in a blanket, said in a trembling voice, "Jiaobai is still on the cargo ship. Several warehouses of the ship were damaged and it sank. There was only one lifeboat, which was taken away by the crew without us..."
"There are only... there are only two life jackets, my brother and I, the two of us... Jiaobai doesn't have one... He is also injured, he has always been injured, what should we do, what should he do..."
Li Jue spoke incoherently.
Qi Lin looked at his elder brother, and then at the boy whom his elder brother had mentioned many times even though it was his first time meeting him. He thought of a possibility. He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but he couldn't make any expression, and the corners of his lips were very stiff.
"Brother, we are wrong." Qi Lin pulled his hair for a long time, "We made a mistake."
Qi Zizhi didn't understand: "What?"
Qi Lin took something out of his trench coat pocket, spread it out, and asked the boy, "Do you know it?"
Li Jue shook his head slightly. He subconsciously looked at his elder brother. This look made him look stunned: "Brother...?"
Qi Zizhi stared at the jade pendant as if he had seen a ghost; he was very familiar with it.
Every child in the Qi family has one.
"This is for茭白." Qi Lin said something that only his eldest brother could understand.
Qi Zizhi blurted out: "Impossible!"
Qi Lin didn't try to convince his elder brother at this time, as he had more important things to do. Qi Lin put down the jade pendant and went to find the British girl, asking her to take him to the cab.
On the way there, he told the girl that his brother had not been found yet.
The girl was very enthusiastic and asked the first mate: "Is there any ship nearby?"
"The radar didn't detect it." The first mate was a bearded uncle with a good temper. "There are times when the radar can't detect it."
"Qi, did you hear that? There is still a possibility that the ship your brother is on..."
Qi Lin left without listening to what the girl said. The gates of his inner control of emotions opened instantly when he saw his elder brother holding the boy, as if holding on to the last hope and fluke.
"You already know everything, why are you still holding him?" Qi Lin took a few big steps forward and roared gloomily.
Qi Zizhi pointed at Li Jue and said firmly: "Ah Lin, you are wrong. Xiao Jue is our brother."
Qi Lin found that the jade pendant was worn around the boy's neck. His breathing suddenly became disordered. He pulled the jade pendant back, turned around and punched his eldest brother.
When the eldest brother found out that the boy had been in Changning Orphanage and had received financial support from the Qi family, he made up his mind based on this connection and could not wait to grab the new power in his life. He tried to persuade him several times, but the eldest brother insisted on his point of view.
He had no choice but to go to the boy's hometown in person to confirm it.
There was a harvest, and he took the risk to check again and again, and confirmed it again and again, but when he finally met up with his eldest brother...
"Age..." Qi Zizhi suddenly thought of something, and his dead face came alive, "The age doesn't match!"
"Jiaobai ran away from the orphanage to play. The year he was picked up, his adoptive mother was infertile and the family needed a child. They were afraid that Jiaobai's family would find him, so they didn't register him according to the date of birth on the jade pendant." Qi Lin sneered, "He was one year older. He is actually only eighteen."
The light in Qi Zizhi's eyes instantly went out: "Impossible..."
"Impossible, how could that person be a child of the Qi family? He killed Xiaoshuang, he can't be our brother..." Qi Zizhi spat out a mouthful of blood, "Xiaojue is... Xiaojue is..."
Qi Lin looked at the foggy sea, and pushed his dripping hair back. The water droplets on the ends of his hair soaked his shoulders and back, which were not as broad as his elder brother's.
The elder brother's aversion to茭白 was greater than he thought.
He had prepared himself mentally for the past week and was just waiting to see the茭白 experiment in person to see if his own mental preparation was strong enough.
Li Jue finally came out of his daze. He hurriedly crawled over and said, "Second brother, why did you hit the eldest brother? His legs and face..."
Qi Zizhi's red eyes suddenly burst out: "Ah Lin, Xiaojue helped me bandage my wound. If it weren't for him, I would have died on New Year's Eve."
Li Jue blinked, "It wasn't me, brother. It was Jiaobai who helped you. Didn't I tell you?" He bit his lip and cried out in guilt and annoyance, "I forgot. I was too tired to tell you. It was Jiaobai who cleaned your wounds. I was scared and didn't even dare to look at them... He also kept encouraging you to keep you alive..."
Qi Zizhi didn't move.
Something surged up from deep in his throat and he spat out blood. Some of the blood splashed all around, while some of it fell from the air and landed on his face.
The whole world turned blood red.
It was exactly the same color as the liquid flowing out of the young man's stomach.
Li Jue panicked and pulled Qi Lin's windbreaker: "Second brother, look at the eldest brother... What's wrong with him..."
Qi Lin slapped him in the face: "Who is your second brother? Get away!"