The storage room was near the stern of the Viya. It was filled with empty wine barrels. Black cotton was mixed in between the barrels, as well as a mess of junk and tools.
Yarlin helped the ship's doctor to place the barrels. On top of the barrels, there were wooden planks and cotton wadding. The two of them lifted the three corpses and placed them on the bed.
Looking at the three serene and pale faces, the ship's doctor still felt a chill down his spine. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and was grateful to Yarlin who helped him move the "corpses".
Most pirates were cold-hearted people, and it was such a strange thing. Who would want to be contaminated with such an unlucky thing?
"Yarlin, thank you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to move them here." The ship's doctor looked at Yarlin who looked normal. He admired him. "This guy is really brave."
If he knew that the "kind person" standing in front of him was the so-called mastermind behind the scenes, his expression would be very interesting.
"In short, if you have any discomfort in the future, come to me. I will try my best to cure you." Influenced by Arlen's calmness, the ship's doctor didn't feel as nervous as before. He looked at the three 'corpses' that he didn't know if they should be called corpses, and a dangerous thought slowly formed in his mind.
Curiosity killed the cat, not to mention a moving corpse. For a doctor, even if he didn't have a medical license, after overcoming his fear, the temptation was like a flood that couldn't be stopped.
"If it wasn't for the ship's doctor's medicine, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to get through the high fever last time. It was the ship's doctor who saved my life." Yarlin scratched the back of his head and was grateful.
"Ah ~ haha, hahaha, so that's how it is." The ship's doctor was stunned for a moment and then showed a hearty smile. His heart was strange. "Medicine, he didn't really think it was the effect of medicine. It was just water with some sugar. How could the stingy Captain Via be willing to give precious medicine to people who are about to die."
"They are still alive, right?" Yarlin pretended to be curious and bold as he touched the "corpse". He stared at the ship's doctor with a puzzled look. A hint of mockery flashed across his eyes.
When the fear receded, curiosity took hold of the doctor's soul. He looked at the 'corpse' with a warm and loving gaze. His tone was creepy and chilling. "It should still be alive. Yarlin, you should leave first. I need to do some research."
"How could such a lousy ship doctor have such a hobby? This is really unexpected and reckless." Yarlin sneered in his heart. He glanced at his "work" and then left, leaving them to the ship doctor of the Via for the time being.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw Fick, who was hiding not far from the door, rushing over to grab him and run. "Yarlin, are you crazy? Go and move those …"
Fick could not find the right words. Yarlin's face regained its calmness and he calmly said, "Living dead!"
"That's right, that's what it means." Fick exclaimed. Then, he understood something and said in a low and surprised tone. "You can see that Jack and the others are dead, but they can move. Then why did you approach them … That's strange, why can the dead move?"
Fick spoke incoherently. After all, this was the first time the Via encountered such an inconceivable situation.
"Fick, I can still tell the difference between a dead person and a living person." Yarlin patted Fick's shoulder and said with a thoughtful look. "Even if he can move, I won't mistake him for a dead person. I'm just curious ~ ~"
"Curious?" Fick accepted this explanation. Although, Yarlin's curiosity was not what he imagined.
"By the way, you didn't come over to help just now. Are you afraid?" Yarlin stared at Fick with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Are you kidding? I, Fick, am afraid, I just …" Fick blushed and said, "I just had a stomachache."
…
Via, the dead atmosphere in the First Officer's room was oppressive, and Lowe's low roar could be heard intermittently.
"It's a dead person, it's definitely a dead person." Lowe stared at his palm. He used this palm to touch those cold corpses. The cold temperature, the touch of his fingertips that was different from a living person's, and the pulse that didn't fluctuate. As a veteran pirate who killed countless people, even if he forgot the taste of women one day, it was impossible for him to tell the difference between a dead person and a living person.
"But, they're moving, we all saw it." Shaquille sat cross-legged by the door, his forehead dripping with cold sweat and his throat trembling.
"It's a dead person, I'll say it again!" Lowe stared at Shaquille like an angry bull. His eyes were bloodshot. The fear of the unknown made him a little crazy. Especially at this critical moment, any sign of danger would be interpreted by him, not to mention such a terrible change.
Suspicion was like a poisonous snake that crazily bit every inch of reason in his body, leaving only paranoid instincts. It's Via, it must be Via, and it can only be Via.
"It's Via who did it!"
Luo Wei clenched his teeth. Every syllable was filled with a murderous intent that could devour a person. This made his judgment sound so certain, certain that it was vicious and "correct"!
Shaquille, Gucci, and Gansivir looked at each other, and their blood began to boil. It was as if the name "Via" itself had a special trait that made them quickly throw away their doubts and put all the questions and answers on Roja.
"We can't wait anymore, I don't want to die one day without knowing why." Lowe said with hatred.
"What should we do?" The three were waiting for Lowe's order.
Lowe paced back and forth, then suddenly walked to the door and opened it. He looked at the closed storage room and said with a cold voice: "Ship's doctor!"
The sea breeze was cold, but it couldn't blow away the gloomy eyes under the hat. At the same time, in the captain's room, Via was sitting on the edge of the bed. His sight seemed to penetrate the door and directly into the storage room.
Inside the storage cabin, the ship's doctor did not notice anything. As if possessed, he used a greedy gaze to wander over the three naked corpses. He pinched left and right, and his mouth mumbled, "I know, you are a dead man, heh, a dead man, you can move … heh heh heh …"
"The bodies don't have any signs of rigidity, but there's no pulse." The ship's doctor swallowed hard, then suddenly leaned over and put his head on Jack's chest.
It could be seen that when he maintained this posture, his face was trembling uncontrollably, indicating that he was a little nervous, but he overcame his fear and kept listening, which was very telling.
There was movement there that firmly attracted him.
What is it?
What would be in a dead man's chest?
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