His face seemed to be covered with a wet sponge, water was flowing into his nose and mouth, the air in his lungs was getting thinner and thinner, the feeling of suffocation was like a pitch-black hand strangling his throat, suffocating, struggling … …
Jack abruptly woke up from his sleep, he reached out to touch his face and felt something wet, he lifted it up and waved it in front of his eyes, it really was a black … … glove?
Jack's face was a little dark, he cursed incoherently and threw the glove to the ground, then touched his face with the bedsheet, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a person standing at the door.
The door was half open and half closed. Looking out from his direction, he could see a vague silhouette at the door. Under the dim moonlight, he could vaguely see a bald head.
"Bill?"
Jack rubbed his eyes, digging out the sticky yellow mucus from his eyes.
Looking again, it was indeed a shiny bald head, Jack opened his mouth, but for some reason, he closed it and didn't make a sound, he carefully got off the bed and tiptoed towards the door.
"The first mate said Bill was killed, then … …"
His mind was a little confused, but he instinctively felt that he seemed to have discovered an important secret, his heart was beating very fast, for some reason, he didn't make a sound, as if he felt that he shouldn't break the strange silence at this moment.
Perhaps it was due to some kind of fear, or perhaps it was due to some kind of expectation that he himself wasn't sure of, Jack couldn't accurately grasp his first reaction, however, another pair of prying eyes in the darkness didn't show the slightest bit of surprise.
Selfishness and greed were the bad habits of humans, not only reflected in wealth and power, but also in secrecy and exploration, although people were always unsure whether what was hidden behind was a treasure or … … a corpse!
"Bill, it really is you, I knew I wasn't mistaken."
Jack approached from behind and placed his hand on Bill's shoulder. He purposely lowered his voice and said, "The first mate said that you and Chad were killed. I was sad for a while. Now that I know that you're fine, it's great."
Bill's back was facing Jack, he didn't move, and on Jack's right, behind the half-closed door, a strange pitch-black hand silently reached out, inch by inch from the darkness towards Jack's back.
"Hey, Bill, the first mate lied, didn't he? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Jack thought that Bill was worried about being discovered, he grinned, his hand slightly squeezing Bill's shoulder: "But, can you tell me what the first mate wants to do, maybe I can help?"
Bill's back, he still didn't say a word.
Jack's face suddenly turned gloomy. He called out Bill's name in a low voice. There was an unnatural hint of intimidation in his tone. He continued to exert force with his palm, but suddenly, he felt an extremely strange sensation coming from his fingertips. It was cold, stiff, and indescribably slippery. It was as if there was something flowing under the surface of the skin. It was not a blood vessel, but more like a strange living creature.
As he thought of this, his brain seemed to have opened a gate. He realized that the temperature from his palms was bone-chilling. His body suddenly trembled, and he felt a cold electric current from the soles of his feet traveling from his tailbone to his head. His back was drenched in cold sweat, as if there was a slippery poisonous snake slithering on his back. It then stopped at the second to third thoracic vertebrae, which happened to be where the heart was.
"No, there really is something on my back!"
Just as Jack was about to turn around, Bill's head started to twist strangely. First, it was the head, then the neck, then the torso … It was as if they were not a whole, but individual joints operating independently, but in the end, they pieced together to form a similar result: Bill turned around.
Jack's tongue froze, he didn't know if he should turn around or stare at Bill directly. Then, his face suddenly paled, he finally saw Bill's face, a pair of white dead fish eyes.
His hair stood on end!
His heart was torn apart, his tongue was trembling, and his throat was trembling unconsciously. His whole body was stiff, and only his lips seemed to be able to move. Jack suddenly realized that this was his last resistance, and he needed to scream like a bitch.
The next second, a cold voice cut off Jack's last fantasy, he felt a piercing pain coming from his back, as if something terrifying and slippery had crawled into his body.
Following the piercing pain was an order that extinguished all life: "Shut the mouth in front of you."
"What?"
Bill's actions were even faster than Jack's thoughts. There were no signs of him going from a standstill to an attack. Jack was horrified to see Bill's right hand shoot out as if it had been electrocuted, stabbing out a sharp straight line in the air.
"Ugh ~"
In fact, he didn't even have the chance to make a sound before his mouth was blocked. It didn't look like a palm at all, it was more like a wall smashing straight into his mouth, seamlessly closing his mouth. In order to ensure that there was no gap and not a trace of breath, Jack could feel Bill's fingers forcibly squeezing in between his lips and his two leaking teeth, pressing against the roof of his mouth.
"No …"
He wailed in his heart, his eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets due to the force exerted. His entire face was distorted, his mouth was struggling to close, and there was a fishy and cold blood flowing in his throat, choking him to tears and snot. However, Bill didn't seem to feel anything, his fingers didn't move at all.
The piercing pain in his back had begun to disappear, and there was something moving in his body. His heart felt as if it was being pierced, entangled, and swallowed, and all the strength in his body was quickly draining away. Jack's eyelids felt as if lead had been poured into them, but he didn't dare to close them, he stared fixedly. Thus, he saw his own reflection in Bill's white pupils begin to fade.
"I have to become like Bill …"
He had a premonition of his fate, he was unwilling, he was resentful, until now, he still didn't know who the person behind this was. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember at the moment, he didn't have much time left.
"The reason why a secret is called a secret is because …"
The syllables were dragged out, and a face appeared from the side of Jack's shoulder, with a mocking and proud smile on his face: "Most of the people who wanted to peep are dead!"
"Yarlin! Yes, this voice — — it's Yarlin!!! "
The last trace of black in Jack's eyeballs disappeared, and then, a deep and strange black line flashed by. Yarlin saw it, so he grinned: "The first one, happily settled."
"Then, next one!"
Bill let go of his hand, and Jack closed his mouth expressionlessly, turned around, and stood side by side behind Yarlin.
Yarlin pushed open the door again and walked in. He walked to Jack's bedside, squatted down softly, and picked up the gloves on the floor, then casually threw them away.
"Pa!"
… …
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