Everyone was a natural schemer, especially when they were caught in a trap. They would be able to weave the malicious intent of the situation to the fullest.
William was naturally not an exception. At this moment, all sorts of thoughts were floating in his mind. The brilliance of the scheme was unimaginable to anyone. Yarlin did not even need to say anything more. William would happily fill in the gaps in his thoughts and firmly believe in them.
"Captain, you know everything?"
"Of course!" Yarlin looked at William and answered simply.
William took a deep breath. Panic and fear were like a poisonous snake that grabbed his heart. His vision almost turned black and his voice was hoarse and weak. "What should I do to beg for the captain's forgiveness?"
Arlen's eyes darted around. "Alright, let's go back and report this to the first mate in private."
"What? What? "William thought he heard wrong.
"Fick and I received the captain's orders to quietly kill Bill and Charlie. Tell Lowe everything. That's all." Yarlin's tone became impatient. "This is also the captain's plan. Just do as he says."
"Plan!" Yarlin emphasized the two words. As expected, William's face became even paler. He could not understand the "captain's plan". Thus, he was even more certain that it was true and became even more fearful. "Please tell the captain that I will do as he says."
Yarlin waved his hand and looked as if he could not be bothered to continue talking to him.
William's throat moved up and down. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped. In the end, he did not say anything. Instead, he took a few steps back and quickly left the place.
"Heh …" Arlen sighed as he watched William's figure disappear. The human heart was like a pile of dirty mud. As long as the seeds of sin were planted at the right time, they would grow and nourish themselves. They would grow and grow, and they would bear the fruit of their own volition. Arlen himself was no exception.
"Yarlin." Fick's mind was a mess. His expression was both impatient and strange. "Was it really the captain's order? When did you … "
"Tsk, this IQ is really touching." Yarlin was stunned and speechless. "Of course I lied to him."
"Ah?" Fick had a look of confusion on his face. Then, he panicked. "Are you crazy? Then why did you ask William to tell Lowe? You …"
Yarlin's eyes stared into the forest, where a faint connection had been transmitted into his mind. He licked his lips, then turned to look at Fick, and said unhurriedly, "I was going to say it anyway. The only difference is that William won't tell the captain now, but he will tell Lowe in private."
Seeing that Fick was puzzled but slowly calmed down, Arlen slowly walked over and squatted beside Charter's corpse. He reached out his hand and searched Charter's body. "If William had told the captain directly, then we would have to pay with our lives for Bill and Charter. There would be no room for excuses because Rottweiler would want us dead, and the captain would have to kill us. However, if William had told Rottweiler about this in private, then things would have developed in an interesting way."
Fick scratched his head, not understanding the twists and turns. However, when he saw the smile on Yarlin's face, he slowly relaxed.
"Then, why didn't you just kill him?" Fick stared at Yarlin suspiciously.
Yarlin took out the money bag from Charlie's arms and shook off the bloodstains on it. "It's too obvious. After all, we killed them, and in some people's eyes, it's appropriate to put the blame on us. So, how to put the blame and who put the blame is very important."
He said as he threw the money bag to Fick. Suddenly, he asked Fick a question with a very serious expression. A question that Fick had never thought about before. "Fick, do you want to be a pirate forever?"
"In this world, I don't want to be a pirate forever. There's no future." Yarlin didn't wait for Fick to answer and said to himself. He stared at Fick's eyes that flashed with a cold light that made his heart palpitate. "This incident can be an opportunity for me to leave. All I need is a little time to prepare, and two or three insignificant chess pieces."
"Don't want to be a pirate?" Yarlin's eyes made him feel an inexplicable fear. The dark blue pupils were like the sea at night, and the shadows of the dark sky were reflected in the calmness.
It was vague, deep, and indifferent to everything.
"Yarlin, what do you want to do?"
"Haha ~"
A low, wanton laughter echoed in the pitter-patter of the rain …
"Bill's body disappeared?" William turned back and stared at the pool of black blood at his feet. Bill's body that had been cut in two had disappeared.
The dead naturally wouldn't move on their own. It could only be moved by someone. Then who could it be?
He stared at the bloodstains at his feet and could see traces of dragging between the two pools of black blood. He speculated that someone must have dragged Bill's upper body to his lower body and then carried it away together.
After all, he was not a professional police officer. Otherwise, he would have noticed the strangeness of the scene. Surrounding the black blood were a few palm prints soaked by the rain. What was even stranger was the disappearance of the body. The original position of Bill's lower body was empty. From the beginning to the end, there was only a row of footprints. There was no sign of the footprints that came in.
And the footprints were very shallow. It didn't look like someone was carrying the weight of a body. Instead, it looked like the body got up on its own and sneaked away.
"That way, it's going to the Via." William stopped thinking and quickly followed the footprints. The heavy rain hadn't completely covered the footprints, and he could still distinguish the direction.
He didn't know why he came back to take a look at Bill's body, but it was a coincidence. His intuition told him that this matter might be very important to him.
He followed the footprints all the way until they disappeared into the sea. William stood there in a daze. He turned to the left and could already see the old hull of the Via. The distance in a straight line was no more than 200 meters.
"Where is he?"
Or the body?
"Drowned in the sea?"
William stared blankly at his pale face in the sea. His eyes were bloodshot. He didn't understand why someone would move Bill's body here and drown it. What was the meaning of doing so?
"It's not Yarlin or Fick, and it can't be the first mate's men. It can only be Captain Via's men. But why?"
At this point, William was sure that Yarlin's words weren't a bluff. Although he had believed 80% of it, at this moment, the last trace of hope in his heart was washed away by the cold sea.
He lowered his head and looked at the sea. It was as if he could see Bill's body sinking into the sea not far away. Bill's eyes were staring straight at him, and the Via in the distance was like a monster with its bloody mouth wide open.
"Bill, I don't want to die!"
William clenched his fists tightly. His blood-red eyes were filled with madness and viciousness.
In the sea, a pair of eyes stared at him.
White and merciless!
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