Thump … thump … thump … thump … thump … thump … thump …
It sounded like a heartbeat. The sound was very soft, very soft. If one didn't put his ear to it, one wouldn't be able to hear it. The frequency was very slow. A normal person's heartbeat was between 60 to 100 beats per minute. However, at this moment, the frequency of this heartbeat was only 10 beats per minute. It was so accurate that it made one's scalp tingle.
It beat every 6 seconds. To be more precise, it would only beat once every 6 seconds.
Monotonous, precise, and cyclical!
"This is not a human heartbeat." The ship doctor's mouth was slightly open. Because of fear and excitement, his lips were pressed against Jack's chest. The cold touch of his skin traveled along the nerves of his lips all the way to his brain. "There is something else in this body. It's that thing's heartbeat."
"It's … it's that thing that made the body move."
If the ship doctor's entire life was stretched out to construct a horizontal axis, supplemented by IQ to construct a vertical axis, then at this moment, the coordinates represented the end of his life, and the spark of IQ was shining at its peak.
If one hears the truth in the morning, one can die without regrets in the evening?
The ship doctor's mouth was agape. His eyes were shining like never before. Suddenly, a black line flashed through his mind. Then, he blurted out, "Yes, that's not my illusion. There is really something in his eyes."
He spat out a mouthful of turbid air and abruptly pulled Jack's eyelids open, revealing a pale white eyeball. He cursed and observed for a while, unwilling to give up. Then, he made up his mind and took out a narrow meat cleaver from his bosom.
The tip of the knife pierced the lens vertically. An irregular crack appeared on the pale eyeball. There was no blood oozing out. The ship doctor's hand froze. Then, he made up his mind again. He lifted the knife slightly and moved it down to the chest of the corpse.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when the tip of the knife touched the skin of the chest, the ship doctor felt the vibration of the "heartbeat" transmitted along the knife to his five fingers.
His palm suddenly trembled, and the corpse's chest was cut open.
On the other side of the ship, Ya Erlin was resting on his bed with his eyes closed. His lips curled into a cold smile, and he let out a soft sneer. "Ha, it took less time than I expected. You really don't know the difference between life and death."
The "zombies" enslaved by Yarlin, let's call them slaves for the time being, could not share their vision with Yarlin, but they could, to a certain extent, provide feedback to their masters through telepathy similar to "pheromones".
For example, being attacked or destroyed!
Yarlin's eyes were still closed as he counted the time in his heart. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and spat out a name that only he could hear, "Via!!!"
The wound was pulled open, and the strange pale flesh was pulled to the side by the knife, exposing more of the wound to the air.
Black, densely packed black. The ship doctor's face was filled with fear. He only felt a chill run down his spine. He saw a black spider web in his skin and flesh. Countless black threads penetrated his skin and flesh, piercing through his bones. They were densely packed, intertwined, and entangled in his chest. The organs that were supposed to be there, such as the liver, spleen, lungs, and other organs, were all like garbage that had been casually thrown away. They were piled up and squeezed into a paste at the lower right corner of his abdomen.
Death, silence, scalp tingling.
Only the heart could still be vaguely recognized by the countless black lines that wrapped around the organ still existed. It was like a symptom of some kind of infection and cancer. It was dyed black, and it was beating at a strange frequency.
"It's alive!"
The ship doctor's mind burst into a terrifying thought without hesitation. He felt that the black heart was like an egg that was incubating, and there was horror brewing in the egg.
In the next moment, a strange and eerie voice suddenly entered the ship doctor's ears. That voice seemed to come from afar, but it also sounded like a whisper from the mouth of a nearby corpse.
That was a name!
A familiar and horrifying name!
It was familiar because the ship doctor had heard this name countless times; it was horrifying because this name was uttered by a corpse at this moment.
Trembling, heart palpitating.
The ship doctor's body stiffened on the spot. His neck was stiff, and his eyes were frozen as he stared at the corpse lying flat on the ground. The corpse opened its eyes, revealing a shattered and horrifying eyeball. There was also a pale white eyeball, and the ship doctor's wish was fulfilled. The ship doctor's hope was swimming in the eyeball.
"Via!"
The corpse muttered softly.
"Via? Captain Via? Is it Captain Via? Why would the corpse spit out Captain Via's name? "The ship doctor's scalp tingled, and his entire body turned cold.
In the damp and messy storage room, the ship doctor's face was pale. He felt like there was a pair of cold and murderous eyes staring at him from behind. He didn't dare to turn around for a long time.
There was no one behind him, and the door was closed. There was only him and three 'corpses' in the storage room.
The corpses nurtured living creatures, and living creatures could control the corpses. The corpses wouldn't repeat the captain's name for no reason. Everything was related.
It was terrifying to think about!
The ship doctor fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. In an instant, the little bit of 'medical curiosity' in his heart was killed. Looking at the three corpses in front of him, he didn't dare to think about it anymore. His entire body was filled with fear.
He immediately pulled out the blade. Instantly, the flesh was pulled back by the contracting black lines. Other than a thin crack that was hard to see with the naked eye, there wasn't a single scar.
The ship doctor's face twitched again. After a while, he hurriedly stepped back and opened the door. His head subconsciously looked in the direction of the captain's cabin.
He retracted his gaze and let out a long breath. He clenched his teeth and walked towards the bottom of the cabin. He didn't want to accompany the three horrifying corpses anymore. Since it was like this, it was necessary to find a replacement. It just so happened that he had a candidate in mind.
What the ship's doctor didn't notice was that when he left the storeroom, the first mate, Luo Wei, happened to catch sight of him casting a suspicious glance at the captain's cabin. As a result, Luo Wei's expression became even uglier.
Bottom of the cabin.
Near the door, Fick stood beside Yarlin's bed. His small eyes flashed fiercely. He gritted his teeth and whispered in Yarlin's ear, "Damn it, the fact that we killed Bill has been exposed."
"Oh? Don't panic. Speak slowly. "Yarlin turned sideways and raised his eyebrows. His eyes were as deep and cold as the sea.
"There were a few pieces of paper. There was a line written on them. Yarlin killed Bill. I don't know how many people found those pieces of paper." Fick told him everything he knew.
Yarlin could roughly guess what had happened. He habitually rubbed his left eye. His tone was still neither fast nor slow. "Who would believe something without evidence? Just based on an anonymous piece of paper? Hahaha ~ "
"But?" Fick was still a little anxious.
Yarlin put his finger to his mouth and made a shushing gesture. The expression on his face suddenly became sly and treacherous. "Who said Bill is dead? I never thought that Bill was dead. This is a frame-up. I always thought that Bill was hiding in some corner of this ship. "
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