All the clues were converging on Lu Li's conjecture, for instance, there indeed seemed to be one fewer of those black shadows on the deck.
So, if this ship was one of the fishing boats lost in the hurricane… why had it become like this?
The seafood in the lower deck… those strange shadows with the characteristics of fish, where had they come from?
As Lu Li pulled back a corner of the veil, he found a larger veil beneath it.
However, one thing was certain. These definitely had a necessary connection with the black substance.
Even if it wasn't the direct perpetrator, it was the indirect cause—
Dong—Dong—Dong—
The sudden, urgent ringing of the bell interrupted Lu Li's train of thought. He looked up towards the window, remembered the glass had been covered by the black substance, returned to the door, moved the chair away, and opened the door to the corridor.
