Doomsday begins with a nightmare

As a result, as soon as this idea was written, Zhang Meng shook her head and wrote such a paragraph.

"There are special restrictions here, which involve very advanced theories. If I simply sum it up in one sentence, I can't do it."

Lin Moxin said that it would be easier for you to just write that you can't do it, why spend so much talking up front.

But the situation is not good. Zhang Meng, who has been given high hopes, is completely useless at this time. Isn't it pointless to bring her here?

Zhang Meng ignored Lin Mo at the moment, and still ran around looking at the oil paintings on the wall.

Although he had noticed it before, Lin Mo didn't realize that there were so many paintings on this ship, hanging in almost every room and every corridor.

No two paintings are exactly the same. Zhang Meng looked at them with fascination, but Lin Mo also discovered an interesting thing. Zhang Meng didn't read every painting.

Just now, for example, Zhang Meng glanced at a two-meter-high oil painting at the end of a corridor, and actually bypassed the painting.

Lin Mo was puzzled, so he chased after him and asked.

Zhang Meng wrote with a pen: that painting is very dangerous, and there are several very scary evil spirits on it.

Lin Mo smiled and wrote: How terrible can it be?

Zhang Meng wrote: It shouldn't take much effort to kill you and me.

Lin Mo suddenly became serious.

He didn't think Zhang Meng was exaggerating.

Although this girl is usually inconspicuous, she should not be joking on this kind of issue.

Lin Mo probed and looked at the oil painting carefully.

The main color of the oil painting is the dark gothic style, which is very dark, and some bright colors are used to outline the specific outline and content in the dark.

There was a man on it, carrying a lantern, wearing a high hat, his face was covered with blood-stained white bandages, his face could not be seen clearly, his bare hands were also wrapped in bandages, and he was wearing a black dress and boots.

In the background of the picture, if you look carefully, you can find some weird monsters.

Zhang Meng wrote: This is the night watchman and the law enforcement officer.

Law enforcers?

Lin Mo somehow remembered the terrifying chill that came in behind them when they were in the theater.

From this painting, Lin Mo felt the same breath.

Could it be that the cold thing that walked into the theater at that time was painted on this thing?

There is such a possibility.

If so, then there must be a very good painter on this boat, maybe even better than Zhang Meng, otherwise there would be so many weird oil paintings.

There is obviously more than one weird oil painting similar to the Bandaged Night Watchman.

Following Zhang Meng, Lin Mo saw another one, in the upper cabin, probably in the same position, at the end of a dark corridor that no one would enter, there was a huge oil painting.

However, on this oil painting, there is a graceful back view.

The other party was dressed like a maid, but more high-end, wearing a nurse's cap, but it was black, and the whole back revealed a strange beauty.

But even more intense is the sense of danger.

When Zhang Meng saw this painting, his eyes widened, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his pupils.

Understood.

This one in the optimization may be scarier than the bandaged night watchman just now. It belongs to the boss and cannot be provoked.

Then don't mess with it.

In other words, don't mess with it for the time being.

At this time, Zhang Meng wanted to go up to the first floor, but at this moment, many people poured into the cabin from all directions, as if they had made an appointment.

There were thousands of footsteps rumbling.

Seeing this posture, Zhang Meng's feet were so frightened that she had never seen this before. After all, she spent most of her time in the studio in Luyuan Community.

Of course, it's not that I'm really afraid of these people, the main thing is that she is a house girl, social fear!

When I get to a crowded place, I feel uncomfortable and my hands and feet feel weak, especially when I see so many strange faces.

At first Lin Mo also thought that this group of people came for him, but soon found that these people ignored them at all, but ran over quickly and ran into the front gate.

Lin Mo noticed that there was also a clock hanging on the gate.

Check the time.

Good guy, one didn't pay attention, it's almost three o'clock.

According to the previous inference, a major event will happen on this ship every three hours, and everyone must abide by it.

Twelve o'clock is to watch a musical, what do you do at three o'clock?

Presumably, the answer lies in the front door.

Without further ado, Lin Mo pulled Zhang Meng, greeted Zhang Xu and the others and followed the crowd. Zhang Meng was obviously not happy, but this made her soft-handed and unable to resist at all. As a result, Lin Mo easily dragged her into the room.

When I went in, I was shocked.

Hundreds of beds are neatly arranged over there.

Or the kind of bunk beds.

At this moment, the crowd had already started to compete for the beds, and it was a lively scene, and some even fought for the beds.

Lin Mo looked at the hundreds of bunk beds and pondered.

The three o'clock pattern on the clock looks like a bed.

Could it be that it's three o'clock and I have to go to bed?

It should look right now.

At this moment, quite a few people have already found the shop, and they climbed up and remained still, as if they were brewing.

Lin Mo felt that this matter had to be done as the Romans do, just like watching a musical in a big theater, if people let them sleep, they would lie on the bed for a while.

Soon, most of the people found their beds.

At this moment, Lin Mo discovered a problem.

The number of beds is obviously not enough.

Unless it is to let two people lie on some beds, it is impossible to have one bed for one person.

In the blink of an eye, the beds are full.

Passengers on the ship, whether they are ghosts or monsters, are familiar with each other. At the moment, they can only squeeze into one bed, which is called a hot eye.

Judging by this posture, it is normal that there is no bed to lie down on.

But Lin Mo knew the rules on the Silence.

If you are not in bed by three o'clock, the consequences must be very serious.

So Lin Mo randomly found a bed where the nightmare was lying on, and motioned for the other party to get up.

The nightmare on the bed stared fiercely, obviously not wanting to move away.

Lin Mo flashed out the knife.

Then he waved it a few times, which meant to tell the other party that if you get out of the way now, you can still grab other people's beds. If you don't get out of the way, you will only have a dead end.

The nightmare rolled his eyes and understood the current situation.

It's out of the question.

The other party was also a decisive master, and immediately got up and rushed towards the other nightmares with beds.

Lin Mo followed suit and grabbed eight beds.

Everyone has one.

Of course, there are some nightmares who are not happy and want to carry it to the end, but at this time Lin Mo will not be polite and kill the opponent directly.

Looking at the clock, there are still a few minutes.

Lin Mo glanced around at this moment.

He wanted to see if Doudou was here.

It stands to reason that as long as Doudou is on the ship, he must come to this place, because when the time comes, he must do the corresponding things. This is the rule on the ship.

Violation is a taboo.

Lin Mo already knew before the end.

So now Lin Mo is really worried about Doudou. Although Doudou is very clever and powerful, he is afraid of accidents in everything.

If something happens, Lin Mo will regret it for the rest of his life.

Taking advantage of a few minutes, Lin Mo began to search in this huge lounge. He ran around and looked at almost every bed.

Zhang Xu also ran around.

Lin Mo guessed that he was looking for his father.

Right.

As long as his father was here, and he hadn't really died, he would have to come and sleep too.

Unless, already dead.

Lin Mo ran around a few times and took a quick look. He saw all kinds of monsters, including men, women, old and young, but he couldn't find Doudou.

This made Lin Mo's heart sink.

Could it be that something happened to Doudou?

Lin Mo seldom panicked, but at this moment, he admitted that he was a little flustered.

The confidence that had been built up in Doudou had collapsed a bit at the moment, and this kind of thing couldn't be thought about.

At this moment, in Lin Mo's head, there are all kinds of death of the lovely purple-skinned Doudou after encountering a strong enemy.

Later, he himself numb his hands and feet from fright.

"No, I have to find Doudou. If something happens to Doudou, no matter who did it, I have to kill it and avenge Doudou."

Lin Mo felt ruthless at this moment.

Because of worrying about Doudou, Lin Mo's mentality has undergone a huge change in a short period of time.

Lin Mo was really angry at this moment.

What rules.

What a taboo.

Give Lao Tzu a hard time.

At this moment, Lin Mo walked out with a knife in his hand. Isn't there something weird and taboo? Come on, cut off the weird and taboo first. No matter what you say, you have to get Doudou back.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Lin Mo, who was furious, became anxious, and the nightmare along the road felt the tyrannical anger on Lin Mo, and they all moved away in fright.

The parasitic tiger bone sickle also seemed to feel this murderous aura, and the eyes on it widened, revealing excitement.

It seems that the stronger Lin Mo's anger is, the more powerful this weapon will be.

By this time, the clock had pointed to three o'clock.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the entire Silence changed.

The breath of terror came from outside.

It seems that something is approaching here.

Lin Mo was almost at the door, he felt the breath, and looked outside with a frown.

At this moment, both hands grabbed Lin Mo, pulled him hard, and pushed him to a nearby bed. The nightmare on the bed was frightened and hurried to find another bed.

Lin Mo took a look and grabbed his two hands, one was Xiaoyu's and the other was Zhang Meng's.

Xiao Yu had already hidden back, while Zhang Meng put his arms around Lin Mo, pressed him on the bed, and closed his eyes hastily.

Lin Mo didn't have time to feel the softness in his arms, he heard footsteps coming from the door.