Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

"looks like it's going to rain."

Looking at the gloomy sea covered by dark clouds through the porthole, the captain murmured.

The dark clouds oppressed the turbulent sea surface, and the fine lightning flashed across the clouds.

The sailors had to start preparing for a storm on the sea.

"Master, the dance is about to begin."

The assistant Ah Zhong, who had been unable to find anyone, knocked on the closed door.

"Boss Jia, who discussed the area of ​​Bishuiwan together last time, is waiting for you below."

Storms pose no threat to these rich and powerful who are wandering between life and death all day long, and they can even be regarded as a thrilling adjustment to a boring life.

The storm is about to usher outside, and the crew has to rush to check all the waterproof emergency equipment in the cabin, while the rich are still enjoying their money and singing every night.

"Understood. I'll go down later." From the crack of the door came the man's very light, sleepy voice that seemed to be unable to find a place.

The honest and loyal assistant standing outside the door paused for a moment when he knocked on the door, his thick face remained as expressionless as ever.

Humility is painful.

Compared with Zhuang Yunyi, there is a big gap between Zhuang Ge and Zhuang Yunyi, both in life and in doing things.

Zhuang Ge was actually spoiled by his parents.

As an abandoned son of the family, Zhuang Yunyi grew up in a slum mixed with fish and dragons, and was taken back to the dealer almost when he was almost an adult. In terms of heart and means, Zhuang Ge, who was soaked in a honeypot, was far from being able to compare with Zhuang Ge. of.

If Zhuang Ge is willing to be a waste that only needs to be supported by the family like the other second generations, he will be safe and sound, but he wants to step into the business empire built by Zhuang Yunyi.

He shouldn't be thinking about something that doesn't belong to him.

For example, Zhuang Yunyi's career, and his wife.

Beads of blood rolled from the open and pale wound to the ground, dripping all the way from the entrance to the bathroom.

There was too much blood, and both the flesh and the face showed a kind of ashes that was about to die at any time.

Zhuang Ge let out a pained and morbidly pleasant gasp, and he cut open the arm that was completely covered by the criss-crossing incisions again, and squeezed out a trace of dripping blood from the trembling muscles.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his always gloomy eyes were like inorganic obsidian, as if staring at a completely strange corpse in the constantly flickering overhead light.

But the corpse was smiling at him.

The bloodless lips curled up maliciously, and the portrait in the mirror began to change, from Zhuang Ge himself at the beginning, to the goddess Diana hanging on the bow of the ship, the goddess looked at the ecstatic believer with pity , The smile on the corner of the mouth is cold.

Gradually, the illusion of the goddess began to change again, and finally turned into... Zhuang Yunyi's face.

The man who had already died reappeared in front of Zhuang Ge like a lingering ghost. His handsome and gentle face seemed to be mocking this overconfident younger brother.

What are you delusional about?idiot!

The table knife in his hand slammed into the mirror, and the mirror was instantly shattered, and Zhuang Yunyi's face quickly turned into Zhuang Ge's own face again.

He lowered his head and saw his own cut face in the shattered mirror.

"What are you!" Panting heavily, Zhuang Ge stumbled out gauze to wrap up his wounded arm, "You're just a dead man!"

"Everything about the dealer is mine."

"Damn you all, damn you all!"

"Zhuang Yunyi is dead, and Lu Feng is going to die too."

"Please fulfill my wish, I am willing to use my flesh and blood to support you."

He was already completely like a lunatic, standing alone on the weird magic circle drawn with his own blood, fervently praying to the evil gods who did not belong to this world.

……

"If you are afraid, you don't have to come in." Lu Feng said.

The boy at the door hesitated for a while, as if he was trying to restrain his psychological shadow, and finally gritted his teeth and took a step towards the entrance.

"I can." He said stutteringly.

This is the first scene of Zhuang Yunyi's death.

Just by standing on the porch, one can smell the still very strong and strange smell of blood. The meandering traces of dried blood are like some kind of ancient and terrifying picture, guiding the living into the world of the dead.

Jiang Chi inevitably trembled a little.

This is Zhuang Yunyi's bedroom.

Or to put it another way, it was the bedroom shared by Zhuang Yunyi and him.

On the eve of the murder, Zhuang Yunyi hugged Jiang Chi back to the bedroom, closed the door and couldn't wait to lower his head and kiss his little wife who was as timid as a rabbit.

Jiang Chi was so dizzy after drinking that he couldn't find Bei.

Because people are dull, they are a little more obedient than usual, and they can do whatever they are asked to do.

Zhuang Yunyi coaxed the little guy who had a bad drink to take off his clothes by himself, Jiang Chi rubbed his already spent eyes in a daze, and then unbuttoned his clothes with his fingers whose knuckles were pink from the kiss.

After drinking only half a glass of wine, Jiang Chi was already so drunk that he didn't even know his last name.

Zhuang Yunyi turned his face sideways and gently rubbed the boy's soft cheeks with the tip of his tall nose, while sighing helplessly, "Why are you so easy to deceive, Xiao Chi, what will you do if I'm not here?"

"What will you do if I'm not here?" The man's curse-like words kept echoing in the boy's mind.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, the diamond ring stuck on his knuckles made his palms hurt, and it also slightly brought him back to his senses.

The windows had already been closed, the lights in the room were not turned on, and there was a gloomy light inside and outside the window that made people feel tight in the chest and short of breath.

Zhuang Yunyi's body on the bed was gone, only the blood-soaked quilt that had been oxidized to black told the visitors how terrible things had happened here.

Jiang Chi stepped over those messy marks carefully, his eyes fixed on the bed that was still smeared with blood.

Even the snow-white walls were covered with large splashes of blood. It was hard to imagine how much blood could be squeezed out of a person's body. It was like a terrifying dream woven entirely of blood. Jiang Chi was in it as if he had returned to that The night of the tragedy.

But what exactly happened...

He clutched his head, trying a little painfully to remember what was wrong.

Every detail looked extremely normal, Zhuang Yunyi looked as calm and self-sufficient as usual, his eyes were even clear, and there was no turbidity in sight.

With Zhuang Yunyi's skills, except for the killer from Sicily, no one here should be able to get close to him without anyone noticing.

Could it be suicide?

A very absurd thought floated up in Jiang Chi's mind.

Impossible, Zhuang Yunyi doesn't seem to have any psychological problems at all, and with such a huge wealth, it is impossible to die easily.

So who killed him?

Is it really a ghost?

An inexplicable chill suddenly rushed from the tailbone to the brain, and Jiang Chi's body froze suddenly.

The room was still the same room, the dried brown blood mocking everything silently.

"Lu Feng?"

Jiang Chi heard his erratic voice echoing in the empty room.

The man seemed to have walked into the bathroom to check for clues just now, right?

Could it be that I didn't hear it?

He walked towards the bathroom with weak feet. It was clean and luxurious, even with a faint citrus fragrance, but there was no one in it.

Jiang Chi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He was so flustered that he didn't even notice that his own figure was not reflected in the mirror facing the door in the bathroom.

What about the people who were here just now?

The closed door of the room creaked, as if someone had walked in.

Jiang Chi stood at the door of the bathroom, turning his head to the front of the room.

The door opened, but no one came in from outside.

Looking out from the crack of the door, only a thick black fog can be seen.

Outside... what is it?

Is he really still on the original ship?

By accident, Jiang Chi walked into the darkness behind the door.

He seemed to be haunted, eager to see what was hidden behind the door.

is it human?

Still something indescribable, even indescribable.

When your fingers were about to touch the doorknob, a system voice suddenly sounded in your mind: "Don't touch it!"

"Your mental state is not very good, and your mental value has been dropping. Once you open the door...you may go crazy." The system's usually cold voice was rarely filled with anxiety.

Jiang Chi woke up suddenly, and at the moment his fingertips barely touched the cold metal, he withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded.

"boom!"

A blood-stained hand squeezed out of the narrow door unexpectedly and slapped hard on the snow-white wall.

Jiang Chi was taken aback. Fortunately, he didn't have the habit of screaming, so he covered his mouth subconsciously, watching the strange hand with rotting flesh and bones protruding from the wall as if trying to squeeze in through the door.

No one knows how disgusting a body is connected behind this rotten ghost hand.

Jiang Chi panicked, and when the strange hand dragged his bone-turned arm and tried to force his way in, he exploded with strength and slammed the door shut.

"click"

The door is closed.

A sharp, inhuman scream of pain sounded outside the door.

It turned out that the crack in the door just caught the joint of the ghost hand Bai Sensen, and directly chopped off the entire hand that was already crumbling.

The severed hand fell to the ground and even jumped a few times, the fingers curled up ferociously, and finally they could only let go unwillingly.

The man's low, velvety laughter sounded in the room.

Jiang Chi turned his head trembling.

Still nothing.

"Yes, who is it?"

The voice disappeared after Jiang Chi turned his head. Behind the curtains, in the closet, and in the blind corner of the bathroom, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a trace of suspiciousness.

Just when Jiang Chi gave up completely and was thinking blankly how he should escape, a familiar cold hug was suddenly covered behind him. The invisible man pressed his chin against the boy's soft neck, his tone full of With the usual smile that can only be seen when facing him:

"You're so brave, Xiao Chi."