This sound was different from the previous whispering. The sudden explosion in the ears was as sharp as firecrackers and the volume was huge, followed by a strong tinnitus.
Charles clenched his back teeth, covered his aching ears with his hands, and endured the pain.
The bandaged man next to him supported Charles' body with both hands, and his mouth covered with green moss opened and closed as if he was saying something.
But Charles couldn't hear anything at this time, and the angry roar in his ears rang again.
“Ywaq gag qam, lwhuk h’iwn agthu!!”
Charles felt a horrible burning smell spreading all around him, the stinging pain in his ears continued to increase, the blood in his body began to flow faster, and his mouth opened as he gasped for breath.
An unknown rage burned in Charles' heart, and everything in front of him turned red. His eyes suddenly stared at the bandage beside him, and his fingers sometimes opened and sometimes closed.
A desire suddenly emerged in his heart, driving him to grab his first mate's neck and squeeze it with all his strength.
Charles knew that this feeling was definitely not right, so he closed his eyes and forced himself to endure it.
However, when he came to his senses again, he was horrified to find that he had already done so, and the bandaged neck had deflated under his pressure.
"Ahhh!" Charles loosened his hand and trembled all over. He clenched his right fist and hit his face repeatedly. "Hurry up! Lock me up! Lock me up!"
"Swish, swish, swish~" The ropes on the deck shot over in an instant, twisting and quickly wrapping around Charles' body, binding him tightly.
The captain's abnormality attracted the attention of all the crew members. They looked at the twisting Charles anxiously, and the relaxed atmosphere aboard the Narwhal suddenly became a little solemn.
This abnormal state did not last long. Half an hour later, Charles, who had broken three ropes, finally calmed down. Soaked in sweat, he looked like he had been fished out of the sea.
Something had changed in his body, dark red spots appearing on his previously white skin.
But Charles didn't pay any attention to all this. The first thing he did when he woke up was to look at the bandage next to him. After finding that he was standing next to him as if nothing had happened, he collapsed to the ground.
"Cough cough~" Charles felt his throat was injured because of the roar, and he felt his mouth was full of rust.
"There's something wrong with this thing. Extraordinary power is not so easy to obtain." Charles thought to himself.
Linda walked over and immediately checked Charles' mental state, but the result was not good.
"Your mind seems to have been polluted again, but it is somewhat different from the mental pollution caused by the whispering before. I can't figure it out. I need to go back and discuss it with the teacher."
Charles, lying on the ground, nodded silently. The feeling just now was too terrible. If it weren't for the amazing recovery ability of the bandage, he would have strangled his crew member to death.
He didn't want his abnormality to hurt others, so he had to find a way to control himself.
Soon, a pair of heavy handcuffs and shackles made from modified communication tubes were made. Charles, wearing these things, was firmly imprisoned in a cargo hold, and no one was allowed to approach.
Charles also had several fits of rage afterwards, but being incarcerated, he did not cause much harm.
Charles began to live as a prisoner on the Narwhal, but this period did not last long.
Just as Charles was writing in his diary with a pen, blue Lily twisted her little body and squeezed in through the tiny gap in the door.
"Don't come over! Stay away from me!" Charles' voice was a little hoarse. He was not in a good condition to have contact with Lily. He was afraid that he would suddenly have a seizure and twist off Lily's head.
"Mr. Charles! We're home!" Lily said happily.
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His mission on the ship was over, a new ship doctor had been trained, and all he had to do now was wait for death.
Although he told everyone that he didn't care at all, Lasto actually cared very much in his heart.
After lying in bed for half an hour, he picked up his mechanical watch and found that it was after four o'clock in the afternoon. Then he slowly stood up and sat in the wheelchair next to him.
The steel prosthetic limbs on his hands and feet have been replaced. The two heavy pieces of iron hanging on his body are too heavy, and his old body cannot support such heavy things.
Lasto pushed the wheelchair out of the door with one hand and walked into the restaurant closest to his home. The waiter seemed to be very familiar with this old man who looked like a beggar. He did not come over to ask what he wanted to eat, but went straight to the kitchen.
Soon a meal was brought to Rasto, which included freshly picked apples, greasy grilled sausages, buttered toast, and rich shipworm soup. It was definitely a hearty breakfast.
But as a doctor, Lasto knew that his weak stomach could not digest these things at all. If he really ate them all, these things would easily kill him.
He tore off a piece of bread with one hand, dipped it in the soup, and slowly put it into his mouth.
He has very little time now, but also a lot of time, so he can take his time with everything.
Finally, after spending an hour finishing half a piece of bread and half a bowl of soup, he raised his hand to the waiter in the distance, indicating that he wanted to pay the bill.
"Mr. Lasto, I have told you many times before that some of your expenses will be reimbursed by the Governor's Office."
Rasto Hermann seemed not to have heard anything. He slapped two green Echo Coins on the table and pushed his wheelchair away with an expressionless face.
He has money, but these things are just some numbers in the bank to him now.
The streets of Hope Island seemed to be more prosperous, with tall buildings rising up. But Rasto Herman didn't pay attention to them. He pushed his wheelchair to the school gate two blocks away.
That is the newly opened school on Hope Island. The clean and tidy white teaching building makes people feel comfortable at first sight.
He sat next to a vendor selling grilled octopus tentacles, as if waiting for something.
"Ding ding ding~" the bell rang and the students began to dismiss the get out of class.
The heavy school gate opened, and a group of children of all ages ran past Rasto Hermann, with cloth bags around their waists and innocent smiles on their faces.
Some students with pocket money gathered around the grilled octopus tentacles stall, shouting excitedly.
As Rasto listened to the energetic voices around him, a slight smile appeared on his terrified face.
He liked being with these children. When he was with them, he seemed to feel that his exhausted body was emitting vitality again.
But because of the scar on his face, every time he talked to other children, he would scare them to tears.
"Charles, don't be crazy, but this school is really good." Lasto's fingers, covered with age spots, tapped lightly on the wheelchair.
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