The combination of cloudy and rainy weather for almost two consecutive weeks has made people moldy. I'm not kidding you, people, it's really moldy. In Port Marsa, to be precise, somewhere between Port Marsa and the Warehouse District, go directly north from Bache Street, go to the end, look over the cement and railings that separate land and sea, and look down. arrive.
It's a pity that Becky after midnight is too tempting. No one will go all the way north to the end, and no one has the leisure to see what is stuck between the dark underground and the sea, so that moldy thing , has been floating there, occasionally being pushed by black waves and bumping against the embankment, and then being seduced by gravity, returning to the waves.
In just a short time, this thing drifted some distance eastward. Oh, just in case anyone doesn't know where the east is - this moldy 'man' was squeezed in at the junction of land and sea, away from Port Massa and drifting towards the warehouse district.
In the darkness, I bumped into something.
"*!" A low-pitched curse appeared in front of the boat, which was completely hidden in the darkness after docking at a warehouse. "**Be careful! New goods! I can't afford to pay for it!"
"It's not me!" The person on the boat was defending. He seemed to have taken something. The friction between the cardboard and the plastic sounded in the darkness, and then there was a gentle sound of being placed. "It seems like something hit us."
"Don't be so nervous over there!" The person in front of the boat didn't seem to trust the other person and was a little impatient. "Wait here, there is another box!" Then there was a very gentle sound of climbing over the embankment.
This man could barely be seen in the darkness, and his movements could only be tracked through tiny sounds. In the narrow corridor between warehouses, this person took a cardboard box from another person.
A conversation appeared, a new voice, "I heard something, what's the matter?"
"Uh. No." The person who took the box answered quickly, and then confirmed, "You are in the last room."
"yes."
The person holding the box gently weighed it, and a rustling sound was heard, "Why is it so light? This is not even half of the boss's standards!" This was a question.
"That's all this month. The factory in our warehouse was burned down. Remember, the equipment and personnel are all newly recruited. Smith knows..."
"Hush! Hush—" The person holding the box quickly stopped the person explaining, "Don't say the boss's name when delivering the goods! Do you still want to work?"
"This is stupid. The consequences of having your name heard are the same as being discovered when we deliver goods now. This kind of rule is boring."
"Well, if you're bored, you can ask the boss to report it!*! Okay. I understand, go back to your warehouse, don't be discovered by the patrol! The gang of Saidil must have noticed it recently, the patrol is really ** Be diligent! People over there in Aix don’t act fast either…”
This guy's already low voice became smaller and smaller, and then disappeared. He walked away. Buried in the darkness, his whereabouts are really difficult to grasp. Fortunately, we know where he will go. There's the boat, follow me...
before following. Let me stop here and explain something.
In the conversation just now, Smith and the burned warehouse and factory appeared. We should be able to guess what this 'delivery' refers to - Smith's underground industry, drugs. As for the later part about Saidil and Ax, that's pure complaint. The struggle for the security company's business in Port Marsa is not the focus and does not matter.
It should be noted that the guy who just handed over the goods is from Smith's warehouse worker who was burned once. He is a devil. Or because of the demon that once appeared, remember, he was the one who told James that Eve and Lidia were not human beings.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, what he is doing now is more important. He leaned against the outer wall of the warehouse, raised his head and opened his mouth, slowly sat down, adjusted to a position that could support his container without tipping, and relaxed his whole body. Rich black spits out and follows where we are going.
"Hey! I said..." the voice on the boat said, "Something really hit us, listen!"
Bang, bang, bang…
A dull sound of slight collision, rhythmic with the waves, appeared on the side of the small cargo ship.
"Uh!" Even though he was completely impatient, he still kept his voice as low as possible, "Let me take a look." The moving sound indicated that the guy was leaning against the side of the boat, and immediately, "What the hell are you doing! Turn it off! Turn it off! "
The light of the flashlight appeared for a moment. I described what appeared - a small cargo ship painted black, stacked cargo boxes, and two people covered in black clothes. One was lying on the side of the ship, and the other was holding a hand on the side. The flashlight was kicked.
"Don't you want to take a look?"
"I said 'look', not look!" The devil could tell the difference, "Don't make trouble for me! Stay still, don't move, I've already touched this thing! Uh... What the hell is this thing? It's not slippery. The slippery... uh, what the hell is this, this, head, hair... "
"What did you say it was?"
There was a splash of water, "Give me the flashlight!"
"You don't want to see it!"
"Give me!"
The light appeared again for a moment. Describe it a little more.
It's the same boat, the same cargo, two people... no, three. The extra one has tangled hair, swollen flesh, and is covered with mold-like rot, and is half-lifted against the side of the ship.
After the light disappeared, the world was quiet for a while, with the sound of splashing and water entering,
"Go! Go! Go** quickly! Row the boat! Back to the freighter!"
The oars collided with the embankment. The two guys no longer paid attention to the noise, splashing in the water, and completely disappeared in a moment... disappeared from the devil's sight.
Returning to the narrow corridor between the warehouses, black mist poured into the open mouth of the container again. The demon stood up and raised his eyebrows, as if he was sighing that he had seen something interesting.
As he walked out, he touched his chin, his eyes were occupied by inky blackness and flickering. He was conveying a message, naturally to his real 'boss', Crowley.
"Hey! What are you doing! Where are you from?" It was the patrolling security guard.
The unfamiliar accusation interrupted the contact. His dark eyes temporarily recovered and looked at the security guard trotting over.
"Uh, I'm working the night shift in warehouse x. Come out and get some air." This devil seemed to know the rules and had already started to take out his work ID card.
The other party took the work permit, checked it very carefully and compared the photos before returning it, "Don't run around if you have nothing to do. Stay on duty."
"Yes." The demon responded, matching his words, nodding spiritlessly, and turned to leave. As soon as he turned his back, his eyes were dark again and he continued to convey the message.
After walking three steps, he said, "Hey, um." He turned back and said, "I, uh, just heard some noise in the sea over there. You, um, want to go take a look?"
"What's the sound?" The patrolling security guard who was about to leave frowned, "Why didn't you say anything just now?"
I haven't received the instruction from the 'boss' just now. Of course, the devil will not say that, "Oh, I'm not sure, maybe I'm too sleepy and hallucinating. I guess there's nothing. Uh, you're busy." Again Turn around and really leave.
A security guard wearing Saidil security overalls was left blinking on the spot, twitching the corners of his mouth, hesitating for a while, and then went in the direction indicated.
Fortunately, the floating object didn't float too far. (.)