Their eyes met!
Two pairs of eyeballs were swaying in the darkness, and the eerie whiteness was cold and penetrating.
Next to the ship's anchor, half of his body propped up his head and stuck it out. He didn't return immediately and remained frozen on the spot. Outside the ship's anchor, a person was hanging on the ship's wall. His four limbs were curled up like a gecko, and his bald head was tilted backward. His pale face was facing William, and his pair of eyes were coldly reflecting William's face.
Bill's limbs were stuck tightly to the ship's wall. The sound of "threading a needle" came from there. The sky was too dark, and William couldn't see the black wriggling at the edge of the palm.
The sound seemed to have been frozen.
William felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his mind went blank. The tragic scene of Bill's death was still lingering in his mind. Then, what the hell was this "Bill" with a perfectly fine body and dead fish eyes?
The chill was like a venomous snake that shot out from his heels and slid down his spine. Goosebumps were all over his body. William's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. His upper body shrank back, and he lost his balance and slid to the ground. The dagger fell from his hand and cut a wound on his thigh.
Fresh blood stained his pants, but William didn't feel it.
Shock, horror, fear … Negative emotions swallowed him like a landslide. After a full minute, William picked up the dagger and got up from the ground.
His ears were filled with the sound of his own breathing. He clenched his teeth and slowly stuck his head out to look. Bill was still in the same position, motionless.
It was stiff, strange, and chilling!
"Dong dong dong!"
The oil lamp in the storage room was still lit. Yarlin closed the pocket watch and put it in his shirt pocket. He walked over and unlocked the door from the inside.
"Coming!"
As if greeting an old friend, Yarlin said to William, who was standing at the door.
William looked at Yarlin's expressionless face and avoided Yarlin's gaze. He saw the three naked corpses inside, and his heart twitched slightly.
"Come in and close the door."
Yarlin walked back to the center of the room, or to be exact, to the three corpses. William closed the door and looked at Yarlin. Under the dim oil lamp, the three strange corpses were strange. Half of Yarlin's face was illuminated by the oil lamp, forming a huge shadow that covered William.
"Bill?" William wanted to ask..
"Sometimes, death isn't the end, but the beginning of a new life." As if to prove Yarlin's theory, the three corpses stood up and turned their heads. Three pairs of eyes stared at William emotionlessly.
William felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Don't frighten my friend.." Ya Erlin snapped his fingers, and the three corpses lay back down with their eyes closed. Ya Erlin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He tapped it lightly with his index finger, and half of it flew into his mouth.
Shing!
Ya Erlin blew out a ring of smoke and said, "Tobacco is a great invention. It can relieve stress, so it shouldn't be wasted. If you tear the paper off the cigarette, then the tobacco would be wasted, wouldn't it?"
William opened his mouth and his throat was dry.
Ya Erlin took his time to finish his cigarette before stuffing it out and tossing it to the ground. He sighed. "When I let you go last time, I thought we'd reached an agreement and become friends. Why are you doing this behind my back?"
With a flick of his finger, Arlen flicked a cigarette at William's chest, which bounced off and landed in his hand.
"No, Arlen, you've misunderstood. It's not me, we're … Yes, yes, I'm very grateful that you let me go last time. We're friends." William shook his head and said, "Arlen, you've misunderstood. It's not me, we're … Yes, yes.
"Misunderstanding?" Yarlin's voice rose an octave. Just when William thought he was going to explode, Yarlin grinned and said, "Hehe, I think it's just a misunderstanding. Don't worry, William, I believe you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you meet Bill. That's my secret."
"You are the first person to know this secret." His voice was cold and piercing into William's ears. "Because I always believe that there should be no secrets between friends."
Yarlin didn't wait for William to speak and changed his tone. He laughed coldly and said, "Take a guess. If someone on the ship accidentally saw Bill's back, what do you think they would say? And if these rumors fell into the ears of the first mate or the captain, what would they think?"
"Hiss —" William, who was already terrified, sucked in a breath of cold air.
"William, you told the first mate that Bill was the one who died, and then the first mate said in front of the whole ship that you saw Bill die … Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is really yellow mud falling into a sh * t pit. Even if it's not sh * t, it's still sh * t." Yarlin laughed strangely. "Tragic, tragic, tragic!"
"You're the one who told me to say that." William's heart was filled with curses.
"Sigh, I didn't expect that someone would want to kill me. They actually spread rumors that I killed Bill. What do you think I can do? I have to find a way to prove my innocence." Yarlin's tone was gloomy and full of killing intent. "It's been hard on you, William. If you want to blame someone, blame that bastard who wasted tobacco."
William was stunned.
Yarlin wasn't in a hurry. This was what he wanted. He wanted to use this kind of overwhelming impact to completely crush William's mentality and confidence, planting a seed of fear in his heart.
The fear of Yarlin's various strange methods and the fear of "eating his own bitter fruit" would accompany William for the rest of his life. Every time he thought that he was smart, everything that happened today would remind him of the fear that he couldn't get rid of.
"Yarlin, I … I don't want to die. Save me!" William's legs went soft and he knelt in front of Yarlin. "You have a way, right? You must have a way. Save me. I'm willing to do anything."
"Heh heh, heh heh heh …" Arlen squatted down and grabbed William's hair with his right hand. He sized up the tamed hound and spoke in a calm voice, as if a demon was whispering into one's ear, "Just strike first and gain the upper hand. I want you to do two things …"
When William left the storage cabin, his entire back was soaked in his own cold sweat. His footsteps felt like they were filled with lead as he walked step by step on the deck. He didn't even dare to look back. It was as if it wasn't a dilapidated room behind him, but a devil's lair.
The sea breeze was hoarse and low, like the whisper of a demon. The dark night shrouding the Via was also hiding the demon's claws and teeth. They would jump out at any time and tear the crew of the Via into pieces.
Treacherous schemes, resurrection from the dead, playing with corpses … Yarlin was a demon in human skin!
"Two things!" William thought of the two things that Yarlin asked him to do. This was a vicious trick that only a demon could come up with. It was ridiculous that he wanted to get rid of Yarlin's control. No, it was ridiculous that he thought that everything was "the captain's plan".
"Captain Via, Chief Officer Lowe, you are still fighting openly and secretly. The real mastermind behind this is Yarlin. He has already put the noose around your necks." William let out a breath of cold air, but there was a trace of joy in his heart. "I probably won't die because I've already fallen into the demon's arms."
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