Pirate’s Brood Order

Thump....thump...thump...thump...thumb...

It's like heartbeat, the sound is very soft, very soft, if you don't listen to it close to your ears, you can't hear it at all; the frequency is very slow, the heartbeat frequency of a normal person is between 60 and 100 per minute, but at this moment the frequency of this sound is only 10 beats ——With a scalp-numbing precision, it is playing repeatedly at an unshakable frequency.

It beats every 6 seconds. A more accurate description should be that it only beats for a moment every sixth second.

Monotonous, precise, looping!

"This is not the heartbeat of a human being." The ship doctor opened his mouth slightly. Because of fear and excitement, his lips pressed against Jack's chest, and the cold touch of the skin rushed to his forehead along the nerves of the lips, "There is something in this corpse." Something else, the heartbeat of that thing."

"Yes...that thing made the corpse move."

If the ship doctor's entire life is stretched out to construct the horizontal axis, and the vertical axis is supplemented by IQ, then the coordinates at this moment represent that his life is about to end, and the fireworks of IQ are shining at the peak.

I heard it in the morning, can I die in the evening?

The ship doctor pursed his mouth, his eyes were shining like never before, suddenly, a black line flashed in his mind, and then Fu Zhixin blurted out: "Yes, that's not my illusion, there is really something in his eyes."

He let out a foul breath, and suddenly opened Jack's eyelids, revealing pale eyeballs inside. He cursed, and observed for a while, and then became ruthless, and took out a narrow finger from his pocket. meat cleaver.

The point of the knife pierced the lens vertically, irregular cracks opened on the pale eyeballs, and there was no seepage of blood. The movement of the ship doctor's hands froze, and then his heart became ruthless again. The tip of the knife was lifted slightly, and moved down to the chest of the corpse.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the tip of the knife touched the skin on his chest, the ship doctor felt the vibration of the "heartbeat" transmitted along the blade to his five fingers.

His palm trembled violently, and a gash was drawn on the corpse's chest.

On the other side, in the cabin on the bottom floor, Yarlin was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and resting his mind. The corner of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he sneered softly: "Heh~ the time is shorter than I expected. I really don't know how to live."

The "living dead" transformed and enslaved by Yarlin are called slaves for the time being. Although they have not yet reached the level of vision sharing, they have a certain degree of perception, and they can use a kind of "pheromone" in the first time. Feedback to the master's telepathy.

Such as being attacked, being damaged!

Yarlin still kept his eyes closed, counting the time silently in his heart, and suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a name in a voice that only he could hear: "Via!!!"

The wound was pulled open, and the strangely pale flesh tissue was pulled to one side by the blade, exposing more of the wound's vision to the air.

Black, densely black, the ship doctor's face was terrified, and he felt a chill rushing straight to his forehead. He saw a black spider web in the flesh, countless black threads penetrated the flesh, pierced the bones, densely packed in the chest cavity, Intertwined and intertwined, and the internal organs such as the liver, spleen and lungs that should have existed are all like discarded garbage, piled up and squeezed into a ball of paste in the abdominal cavity in the lower right corner, quietly displayed.

Dead air, silence, scalp tingling.

Only in the heart, it can still be vaguely recognized that the organs that are entangled and gathered by countless black threads still exist, like some kind of symptoms of infection and cancer, dyed a dark color, beating at a strange frequency.

"Live!"

A terrible thought popped out of the ship doctor's mind without thinking. He always felt that the black heart was like an egg that was hatching, and there was terror secretly fermenting inside the egg.

The next moment, a strange and gloomy voice came into the ship doctor's ears abruptly. The voice seemed to come from a distant place, and it also seemed to be whispering from a corpse that was close at hand.

That's a name!

A familiar and scary name!

I say familiar because the ship doctor has heard the name countless times; I say scary because the name is spit out from a dead mouth at this moment.

Trembling, palpitations.

The ship doctor was stiff in place, his neck was stiff, his eyes were staring at the lying dead body, and he was opening his eyes, revealing a shattered and terrifying eyeball, and the black line that the ship doctor hoped for appeared in a pale eyeball. swimming.

"Via!"

The corpse repeated in a low voice.

"Via? Captain Via? Is it Captain Via? Why does the corpse spit out Captain Via's name?" The ship doctor's scalp was numb and his body was cold.

In the wet and messy storage room, the ship doctor's face was pale. He felt as if a pair of cold and murderous eyes were watching him from behind him, which made him dare not turn around.

There was no one behind him, the door was closed, and there were only him and three "corpses" in the storage room.

There are living things conceived in the dead body, living things can manipulate the dead body, and the dead body cannot mutter and repeat the captain's name for no reason, all these are related.

Think carefully!

The ship doctor bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and he didn't dare to think about it any longer. In an instant, the "medical curiosity" in his heart was killed, and when he looked at the three corpses in front of him, how could he dare to covet to explore them? Occupied by unavoidable fear.

Immediately pull out the blade, and immediately, the skin and flesh are pulled back and healed by the contracted black thread, except for a thin seam that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, not even a little scar can be seen.

The ship doctor's face was twitching again, his face changed for a while, and he hurriedly opened the door, subconsciously looking towards the position of the captain's cabin.

Looking back, he let out a long sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and walked towards the cabin on the bottom floor. He didn't want to accompany those three horrible corpses anymore. In this case, it was necessary to find someone to replace him. There is a candidate.

What the ship doctor didn't notice was that when he left the storage room and glanced at the captain's cabin suspiciously and preoccupied, it happened to fall into the eyes of the first officer, Luo Wei, so Luo Wei's face became even more ugly.

Lower cabin.

Near the door, Fick stood beside Yarlin's bed, his small eyes gleamed fiercely, and whispered in Yarlin's ear through gritted teeth: "Damn it, the fact that we killed Bill has been exposed."

"Oh? Don't panic, speak slowly." Yarlin turned his body sideways, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes, the color of the sea, were deep and cold.

"There are a few notes with a line written on them. Yarlin killed Bill. I don't know how many people picked up that note." Fick said everything he knew.

Yarlin could roughly guess what happened. He rubbed his left eye habitually, and his tone was still calm: "Who would believe something without evidence? Just rely on an anonymous note? Hehehe ~"

"But?" Fick was still a little anxious.

Yarlin put his finger near his mouth and made a hissing gesture, and the expression on his face suddenly became cunning: "Who said Bill is dead? I never thought Bill was dead. This is framed. I always thought Bill was hiding somewhere on this ship."