Pump…Pump…Tong...Tong…
Like a heartbeat, the sound is very light, very light, if you don't hear it close to your ear, you can't hear it at all; frequency It's very slow. The heartbeat frequency of a normal person is between 60 and 100 per minute. However, at this moment, the frequency of this sound is only 10 times-with a scalp-numbing precision, it is repeated at a frequency that is not moving.
Bounce every 6 seconds. A more accurate description should be that it only jumps for a moment every sixth second.
Monotonous, precise, circular!
"This is not a human heartbeat." The ship doctor opened his mouth slightly. Because of fear and excitement, his lips were pressed against Jack's chest, and the cold touch of his skin ran up his forehead along the nerves of his lips. "There are other things in this corpse, it's the heartbeat of that thing."
"It's…that thing made the corpse move."
Expanding his entire life to build a horizontal axis, supplemented by IQ to build a vertical axis, then the coordinates at this moment represent that his life is about to end, and the spark of IQ is shining at its peak.
Will you die in the evening?
The ship doctor opened his mouth, his eyes sparkling like never before. Suddenly, a black line flashed in his mind, and his heart blurted out: "Yes, that's not my illusion, there is something in his eyes. ."
He spits out one mouthful of impure air, and suddenly opened Jack's eyelids. A piece of pale eyeballs revealed from inside. He scolded, especially observing for a while, and then He was fierce in his heart and took out a narrow cleaver from his arms.
The tip of the knife pierced the lens vertically. Irregular cracks appeared on the pale eyeballs, and there was no blood seeping. The movements in the hands of the marine doctor became stiff, and then the heart became fierce again, the tip of the knife was slightly lifted, and it was facing downward. Move to the chest of the corpse.
I don't know if it is an illusion. When the tip of the knife touched the skin of the chest, the ship doctor felt the "heartbeat" tremor passed along the blade to the five fingers.
His palm shook suddenly, and a cut was made in the chest of the corpse.
On the other side, Yarlin was lying on the bed in the bottom cabin with his eyes closed and rested. The corners of his mouth evoked a cold arc, and lightly let out a sneer: "Heh~ it's shorter than I expected, it's really act recklessly ."
The "living dead" who were transformed and enslaved by Yarlin are called serviles tentatively. Although they are still not up to the degree of shared vision, a certain degree of perception can be immediately similar The telepathic way of "pheromone" feeds back to the owner.
For example, being attacked and destroyed!
Yarlin still closed his eyes, counting the time silently in the heart, and suddenly opened his mouth and uttered a name in a voice that only he could hear: "Via!!!"
The wound opened, and the strangely pale flesh and tissue was pulled to one side by the blade, exposing more of the wound to the air.
black, densely packed black, the ship doctor's expression is horrified, only a coolness rushes to his forehead, he sees a black spider web in the flesh, countless black threads penetrating the flesh and piercing the skeleton , The parts in the chest cavity are dense, intertwined, and entangled, and the internal organs such as the liver, spleen, and lungs that should have existed are all like garbage that has been discarded. The pile is squeezed into a paste in the lower right corner of the abdominal cavity, quietly displayed .
Dead, silent, scalp numb.
Only in the heart, it can be vaguely recognized that the organs entangled and gathered by countless black threads still exist, like a symptom of cancerous infection, stained with pitch black color, strange A frequency is beating.
"Living!"
Without thinking, a terrifying idea popped up in the boat doctor's mind. He always felt that black heart was like a hatching egg. There is terrifying in secret fermentation.
In the next moment, a weird and gloomy voice suddenly entered the marine doctor's ears. The voice seemed to be coming from far away, and it was like a whisper from the mouth of a corpse close at hand.
That is a name!
A familiar and terrifying name!
Said familiarity, because the name Ship Doctor has heard countless times; said horror, because the name was spit out from a dead population at this moment.
Shudder, heart palpitations.
The ship doctor was stiff in place, his neck was stiff, and his eyes were staring at the lying corpse stiffly. His eyes were opened, revealing a shattered eyeball, and a pale eyeball that got his wish. There is a black line swimming in the hope of the ship doctor.
"Via!"
The body whispered and repeated.
"Via? Captain Via? It's Captain Via? Why does the body spit out Captain Via's name?" The ship doctor's scalp was numb and his body was cold.
In the damp and messy storage room, the ship doctor's face was pale, he felt as if a pair of cold killing intent eyes were watching him behind his back, making him hesitate to turn around.
There is no one behind, the door is closed, only him and three "corpses" are in the storage room.
The corpse contains living things, which can manipulate the corpse, and the corpse is impossible to mumble and repeat the captain's name for no reason. All of these are related.
Think carefully!
The ship doctor fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. He didn't dare to think about it anymore. In a flash, the "medical curiosity" in his heart was killed. Looking at the three corpses in front of him, where did he dare There is coveting and inquiry, all occupied by fear that is shunned.
I immediately pulled out the blade. Immediately, the flesh was pulled back and closed by the black thread pulled by the contraction, except for a thin, indistinguishable naked eye, not even a scar was visible.
The ship doctor's face twitched again, and his complexion fluctuates between clear and dark. After a while, he hurriedly opened the door and looked at the position of the subconsciously moved towards the captain's room.
Retracted his gaze, he let out a long breath, gritted his teeth and moved towards the bottom cabin. He didn't want to accompany the three terrifying corpses anymore. In this case, it is necessary to find someone to replace it. It happened, he happened to have a choice in his heart.
What the ship doctor did not notice is that when he left the storage room, the scene where he looked suspiciously at the captain's room happened to fall into the eyes of the first officer Lowe, so Lowe's face changed. It's even more ugly.
The bottom cabin.
Close to the door, Fick was standing next to Yarlin's bed, his small eyes flickered, and the whisper of gnashing teeth whispered in Yarlin's ear: "Damn it, we killed Bill. ."
"Oh? Don't panic, speak slowly." Yarlin leaned over, eyes brows raised, eyes dark and cold with the color of the sea.
"There are a few slips of paper with a line written on them. Yarlin killed Bill. I don't know how many people found that slip." Fick said everything he knew.
Yarlin can roughly guess what happened. He habitually rubs his left eye, his tone is still neither too fast nor too slow: "If there is no evidence, who will believe it? Just take one An anonymous note? He he he ~"
"But?" Fick was still a little worried.
Yarlin put his finger to his mouth and made a hissing motion. The expression on his face suddenly became cunning and cunning: "Who said Bill was dead? I never thought Bill was dead. This is framing. I always thought that Bill was hiding in a corner of this ship."