After some fleeing and hunting, at this time all those who snatched the white bracelets have successfully fled to the dance hall on the top floor.
And those who were left on the deck, without exception, were unlucky enough to wear black wristbands.
At this time, a few sailors came to the deck, drove the remaining people away, cursed, and shouted loudly: "You slackers, bad breeds, low-class people! Don't hurry back to where you should go, you should go Work done!"
Like a flock of sheep, everyone was driven to the bottom of the cruise ship in a daze.
The cabin on the bottom floor was dark and damp, with dirty and moldy spots everywhere, so dark that it was almost impossible to see the surrounding furnishings.
The sailors roughly threw each a piece of moldy bread.
Seeing this, one of the tourists finally couldn't help the panic deep in his heart. He couldn't help but choked up and complained: "Three days ago, we all had a good life, good food and wine, comfortable and clean rooms..."
"But since you guys suddenly appeared out of nowhere, everything has changed... It took us eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet you!"
Listening to his sobbing and complaining, he actually pushed all the faults on the head of the novelist who entered the story later.
One of the grumpy novelists grabbed the complainer by the collar without saying a word, and said with a sneer, "A bunch of worthless waste, how dare you blame us for your bad luck?"
"If you're so anxious to find death, then go die! Anyway, in this story, you won't live long!"
Under the terrified eyes of the tourists, the novelist took out the black book with a smirk, as if he was about to activate his skills and kill him in the next moment.
The process of writing horror novels is dangerous and depressing. Many novelists need an object to vent their negative emotions.
But in the next second, a sharp scalpel suddenly flew over, piercing the novelist's palm holding the book in an instant.
The novelist let out a scream, dropped the tourist in his hand, and tightly clutched his bloody palm.
"Who did it?"
He roared angrily and looked at the crowd frantically.
Yue Ze got up, and took back the scalpel slowly.
"Damn you..." The injured novelist rushed towards Yue Ze, but was kicked over by Zhang Cuihua halfway.
He was trampled under his feet, screaming and struggling to get up.
But the girl who stepped on his head looked short and thin, but she was like a mountain, heavy and unshakable.
Not only did he struggle to no avail, even the book in his hand was taken away by the girl.
The novelist's complexion turned pale, he looked at his black book, swallowed, and didn't dare to speak anymore, let alone act rashly, like a piece of fish waiting to be slaughtered.
Zhang Cuihua casually flipped through his book, then threw it back in his face: "Follow the rules, don't let me see you attack ordinary people again, otherwise..."
She squatted down, and slowly slid her slender fingers across the other's throat.
The novelist took back his book again, feeling that he had saved his life, nodded his head hastily, got up from the ground in a hurry, and was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He clearly realized that the strength gap between himself and the opponent was like a natural moat.
Seeing this scene, the people around also backed away in unison, trying their best to stay away from the two of them.
Another two bosses they can't afford to mess with...
In this crowded and narrow cabin, there was a vacuum around Yue Ze and Zhang Cuihua.
But Yue Ze didn't care about it, he just sat there, looking up at the cabin roof, as if he was looking at a void, his dark eyes were heavy.
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Cuihua walked over after dealing with the unstable elements around her, and asked curiously.
Koshizawa didn't answer.
But Zhang Cuihua suddenly realized with a smile: "Where is the boy who misses mints?"
"That's true! He is a newcomer who has just finished writing two novels. He has just entered into such a dangerous story and separated from us. No wonder you are worried."
She didn't shy away from others when she spoke, and the last sentence was heard by the sailors who went back and forth.
"Who are you worried about? Could it be the girl I miss?" A chubby sailor came over and asked with a smile, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of sarcasm.
"Could it be that the person you like is in the upper class? Haha, I advise you to get rid of this little thought!"
"There used to be a guy who liked the upper-class people on the top floor, but he was discovered by the captain. In the end, his death... tsk tsk, it's really horrible!"
The rude sailor shook his head sarcastically.
Hearing this sentence, Yue Ze, who had been silent all this time, rolled his eyes slightly.
Sudden clues!
On this highly hierarchical cruise ship, has there ever been a cross-level love relationship
But immediately, the other sailors kicked the rude sailor hard on the ass, and shouted: "Stinky fart! Is your front tooth leaking air? You dare to speak out about any scandal!"
Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, the rude sailor immediately closed his mouth annoyed, and yelled at the crowd fiercely: "Inferior bastards, are you full? Go to work when you are full. The shipworms on the bottom of the ship are waiting for you to clean them up." Woolen cloth!"
Having no time to think about this clue, Yue Ze was like everyone else, tied a rope around his waist by the sailor, and dragged them out of the bottom cabin roughly again.
shipworm.
Although this creature belongs to a type of shellfish, its body is slender and soft, and it looks like a worm. It likes to eat wood floating in the ocean, so it often goes to the bottom of the boat to eat wood.
In the past when there was no iron and steel ship casting technology, the biggest headache for Europeans when sailing on the sea was worrying that the endless shipworms attached to the bottom of the ship would gnaw through the bottom of the wooden ship.
And "White Angel" is just a wooden cruise ship.
The people at the bottom were taken to the ship's side, without any protective measures except the hemp rope around their waists.
They need to swim to the bottom of the cruise ship in one breath in the icy water, and then catch the shipworms that are eating wood with their bare hands.
Only after doing this, the sailors will allow them to return to the ship to rest, regardless of whether these people can swim or not.
For ordinary people, this move is tantamount to forcing them to die!
Even ordinary people who can swim are likely to suffocate due to lack of oxygen before diving into the bottom of the boat.
Even if they are not drowned, normal people cannot maintain their body temperature in icy sea water, and will soon die of hypothermia.
Even if there are a very small number of people who can successfully dive in a short period of time, if they catch slippery shipworms on the rough bottom of the boat, these people will also die because of the delay in hitting their heads with floating foreign objects.
Not only ordinary people, but even novelists with skills and props, this move is too dangerous.
In the crowd, several novelists had already quietly changed their countenance and quietly retreated behind others, trying to use the people in front as their own shields.
But the sailors didn't care about this, they just grabbed the person closest to them and pushed them into the water.
The person who was caught was a young mother with a teenage daughter by her side.
"No, I can't go down...I can't swim..."
Being pushed and shoved roughly, the young mother looked at the deep sea in front of her and cried out in despair: "I will die, I will die!"
The young daughter next to her didn't understand what was going to happen, but was frightened by her mother's collapse, and threw herself into her mother's arms, crying loudly with a "wow".
But the sailors were unmoved by the cries.
In their eyes, the low-level people are not human at all, they are just consumables. If they die, they will add another one. Anyway, there are still so many people.
The shrill crying in their ears disturbed them instead.
Just when the sailor was about to kick the mother and daughter down, a voice suddenly sounded: "Wait!"
Everyone looked back, and saw Yue Ze, who was originally at the back, slowly stood up.
Like Moses dividing the sea, the crowd retreated to make way for him.
Amid all kinds of complicated and probing gazes, Yue Ze glanced at the mother and daughter hugging each other, and said lightly, "I'll come first."
…
In the dance hall on the top floor, the atmosphere is getting hot.
The blond and blue-eyed dancers were full of enthusiasm, and the surrounding decorations were magnificent. Many passengers who were still anxious could not help letting go of their hearts at this time, and smiles gradually appeared on their faces.
They seem to believe that they are safe.
At this time, First Officer Jack, who climbed up to the front desk, announced loudly: "Dear passengers, Captain Hans needs to deal with an emergency, so I will temporarily host the dance."
"After the ball is over, the staff on the cruise ship will arrange rooms for everyone, and passengers can stay at will without any restrictions."
"But just a little..."
With a solemn expression, he said: "After you fall asleep, you must close the porthole of the room!"
But this serious tone was only fleeting.
The expression on Chief Officer Jack's face became relaxed again: "Okay, respected passengers, I hope you all enjoy this journey."
Everyone in the ballroom was still immersed in joy, only Shen Yu's expression was slightly solemn.
… Remember to close the portholes
It seems that the danger on the cruise ship still comes at night.
Until the end of the dance party, everyone returned to the room in twos and threes. When Shen Yu was lying on the bed alone, he was still thinking about it in his mind.
The rooms of the upper class are dry, warm, refined and comfortable. Before moving in, Shen Yu had carefully checked that the doors and windows were solid and secure.
He rested his arms on the back of his head, staring up fixedly, his mind was thinking fast.
In this story, the cruise ship seems to have very few restrictions on the upper class, except for locking the doors and windows, there are no other requirements.
Danger may come at night, but Yue Ze and Cui Hua are still at the bottom. I don't know what the situation is at this time, and they may take advantage of the night to look for him.
He should find an opportunity to join the two.
At the ball tonight, only the first mate appeared. Where is the captain of the White Angel? What is the emergency he needs to deal with...
Countless questions circled in Shen Yu's mind. He wanted to get up, but an uncontrollable sleepiness suddenly came to his mind.
The scene in front of me gradually blurred, and the eyelids gradually became heavy...
Shen Yu fell asleep.
In a grotesque dream, he seemed to see Yue Ze with a hemp rope wrapped around his waist, standing on the side of the boat, amidst the noise around him, looking at him calmly.
Shen Yu's pupils shrank sharply.
In the dream, he wanted to shout, but his throat was tight, and he couldn't shout out any sound. He could only look at the other party quietly and desperately, jumped off the high ship's side, and plunged headlong into the turbulent vortex.
He seemed to see a swollen and whitish face, tightly pressed against his porthole, with cloudy eyes peering into the room.
With a "creak", the locked door opened.
Yue Ze, who had turned into a water ghost, walked in, his heavy breath mixed with damp water vapor, leaving little water stains along the way.
Until he came to the bed, stared at the sleeping self, lifted the quilt stiffly, and fell asleep with his wet and cold body.
The wet touch around him was so clear and real, Shen Yu's chest felt congested, and he just wanted to shout to vent.
He finally yelled.
"Koshizawa!"
Accompanied by this exclamation, Shen Yu suddenly woke up from the dream in a cold sweat.
Outside the window, the sky is already bright.
He gasped in shock, but found that the quilt under his hand was damp, and it still smelled of sea water.
He lifted the quilt, and there was a human-shaped wet mark on the bed beside him.
The door that was originally locked was opened a crack at some point.
A line of wet footprints stretched from outside the door to his bedside.
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Koshizawa: "What did you dream about?"
Shen Yu: "I dreamed that you climbed onto my bed... It scared me to death w(Д)w!"
Koshizawa: "..."
Yue Ze: "Very well, let's practice it tonight to overcome your fear."
Shen Yu: "w(Д)w???"
ps: The author had his wisdom teeth pulled out today, and it hurts like hell, until now the mouth still hurts o(╥﹏╥)o~~~
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