Dreamland Guide

Su Huilan held the torch, shining faintly, and walked in the dark and narrow aisle of the cabin.

　　 The path is the same as the previous time, but the feeling is completely different. Last time they were crowded with more than a dozen people holding torches, but this time she was the only one.

　　 She regretted it for a moment. If there is something weird and shouldn't have on the boat, it is obviously not a wise move for her to be alone like this. But she has always been calm, why did she make such a decision just now?

　　 Su Huilan suddenly felt that something was influencing her decision. Ramla’s chaos is not only spatial, but also spiritual and conscious. Here, people's thoughts and behavior have become unpredictable.

　　 But she is not an ordinary weak woman, since she has come down, she has to watch it again to feel relieved.

Da da da……

　　 The sound of footsteps is her own, spreading down the narrow aisle, echoing in the darkness ahead.

　　 For the first time, she discovered that the jungle boots under her feet can make such a loud noise on the boat board, and the sound is very strange, as if someone stepped on her steps and landed with her.

　　 da (da ), da (da ), da (da )......

　　 The more she listened, the more she felt more than her own footsteps, her heart picked up, and her breathing became cramped.

　　 stopped abruptly.

The sound of 　　 da da is gone.

　　 The fire light shone a round, dim halo around her.

　　 The surroundings are quiet like time has stopped, and the sound of the heart beating can be heard.

　　 But this heartbeat also seemed to have an accent, as if someone deliberately kept the same heartbeat as hers.

　　 She took a step forward.

Da da).

　　 She was horrified, and she felt that there was someone behind her, holding a torch and maintaining the same posture as she did. She stopped when she stopped, and when she walked, she walked. Even the heartbeat and breathing have the same rhythm.

　　 She turned around abruptly, drew her gun to aim, the torch in her hand was almost extinguished by the air current.

　　 When the fire light stabilized, she saw that there was nothing in front of her. There was only endless darkness in front of her, and the outline of the cabin door she came in was vaguely visible.

　　Meow——

　　 When she heard the cat's cry, she remembered the soundness she was following at her feet, and was looking up at her.

　　 "Heh, I almost forgot you!"

　　 She picked it up soundly and put it on her shoulders, so that the cat's face was facing behind her, which relieved her a lot.

　　 The cat suddenly screamed meowing, and the shrill screams were horrified in the cabin.

　　 "What's the matter, sound?" Su Huilan felt sound claws clinging to her shoulders and arched her body.

　　 She turned around to look, only to see a long dark passage.

　　 The cat calmed down.

　　 She continued to walk forward, Da Da footsteps sounded again, and the officers and soldiers' dormitory was in front of her.

　　 She opened one of the doors. There were three high and low bunks inside. Six navy soldiers lay neatly on the bed.

　　 Su Huilan walked in and shot one of the soldiers' face with a torch. The same as the last time I saw it, it was a corpse. The muscles on his face contracted due to loss of water. The whole face was stuck to the bone, and the eye sockets were sunken. You can see the eyeballs inside.

　　 Su Huilan suddenly felt that something was wrong. The eyeballs were not blocked by the eyelids, indicating that the deceased had his eyes open when he died. But these soldiers looked peaceful, and one could imagine the scene at the time-they were slowly getting old in the static time and space, and at the last moment of their lives, they lay down on their own bed with resignation. There was no struggle, no pain, only deep feelings. despair.

　　 However, who would have his eyes wide open when he died?

　　 Unless they are unwilling. How can you die so neatly if you are not reconciled?

　　 There is also a bit puzzling. People have long and short life spans. Some people die early and some die late. These officers and soldiers seem to die in the same way at the same time. This is really strange.

　　 She checked the other corpses, and they were all in the same condition. Except for the eyelids of a few soldiers, the others had their eyes open.

　　 She remembers the last time Mrs. Larry examined these corpses, but she did not find the problem for some reason. Of course, in this environment, it is indeed difficult to pay attention to such details, including Situ and Aoki, as well as myself. Didn't they find it at the time?

　　 She left this dormitory, and randomly inspected several other rooms, but found nothing else.

　　 And when she walks, she always feels that someone is following her, just like her shadow, keeping pace with her, whether it's footsteps or heartbeat.

　　 da (da ), da (da ), da (da )......

　　 The flames flickered, as if there was wind.

　　 She stopped, and the wind stopped too.

　　 Maybe it was the wind that she brought up, she thought.

　　 da (da ), da (da ), da (da )......

　　 Further forward, it is the captain's room.

　　 The door is open. Did you close it the last time everyone left? She can't remember.

　　 Ronald Cohen was still in that posture, leaning against the chair in front of the desk, the fire shining on his back, rounding his shoulders, and shining on the desk. There was originally a stack of manuscripts and half of the soul of fire, but now they are gone, only the shadow of Cohen is left, a little distorted in the slightly pulsating firelight.

　　 Su Huilan frowned suddenly. She remembered that Cohen’s arm was placed on the armrest of the chair when she came in last time, but now it hangs down and hangs outside the armrest, as if it was too late to put it on.

　　 Her heart tightened suddenly.

　　 This is the captain's room and the most spacious bedroom on the warship. In addition to the bed, desk and cabinet, there is also a sofa, TV and a separate bathroom.

　　 Su Huilan walked in, wanting to take a closer look, if he had remembered it wrong, or if someone touched Cohen's body the last time he came out.

　　 She walked to the side of Cohen and found that it was indeed a little different from last time, except for his arms, as well as his head. Yuan Benben's head tilted slightly, his eyes fixed on the manuscript on the table, but now, his head tilted more severely, his eyes fixed on the ground under the table.

　　Su Huilan thought this was a hint. Last time everyone discovered his posthumous manuscript, is there something hidden under this table?

　　 She squatted down, took a picture with a torch, and found nothing. But she saw Cohen's hand hanging outside the chair up close.

　　 She noticed something strange in that hand. Originally, the hand of a dry corpse should be stiff, shriveled, like withered wood, but a soft film floated on the surface of this hand, like the mucus of a dead frog.

She speculated that this was because the moist air on the lake entered the cabin and began to corrode the surface of the corpses~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but I don’t know what is special about the air here, or the corpses suffered some radiation lesions and corrosion in the static space. It does not appear as mildew stains as commonly seen on earth.

　　 Fortunately, the air circulation here is slow, and these corpses are also dried very thoroughly, and there should be no rot or smell in a short period of time. Su Huilan had no way to deal with these corpses now, and could only wait for Qingmu and the others to come back to discuss the matter.

　　 checked under the desk again and made sure that there was nothing there. She slowly stood up, only to realize that her heart was beating hard.

　　 The sound of heartbeat was very loud in the dark, and it seemed to have an accent——

　　 咚 (咚) 咚 (咚), 咚 (咚) 咚 (咚), 咚 (咚) 咚 (咚)...

　　 As if the wind came in, the back was cool.

　　 The flame fluttered again.

　　 She turned around abruptly and saw a person sitting on the sofa opposite, looking at her with her hollow eyes.