The captain, draped in a white bedsheet, responded to Shang Jianyao's rhetorical question in an operatic manner:

"Intelligence and beauty combined, she is both an angel and a goddess.

"She is the rose of the stadium, the crystal of the laboratory!"

"How many operas have you actually watched?" Honest Shang Jianyao asked whatever came to mind, even if it carried obvious sarcasm.

The captain ignored him, and once again knelt on one knee, looking up at the ceiling, seemingly intending to continue his courtship.

Shang Jianyao thought for a moment, and smiled as he asked:

"What is the name of your goddess?"

Ruowang next to him frowned, feeling that "Shang" was extremely unprofessional.

How could constantly asking questions about other people's emotions help the current situation?

However, Ruowang was also very clear that without discussing the goddess in his heart, the captain in his chaotic state would not answer any questions at all, so he could only patiently listen, hoping that the seemingly useless topic could pull out some clues.

Hearing Shang Jianyao's question, the captain withdrew his gaze from the ceiling.

His face glowed as he replied:

"Her name is Daffodil Osla."

Almost at the same time, Shang Jianyao and Ruowang felt the darkness outside the window grow thicker.

The howling winter sea breeze seemed to stop briefly at that moment.

However, this seemed to be just their illusion or psychological factor. After they came back to their senses, everything was so normal.

Shang Jianyao raised his hand and stroked his chin, saying to Ruowang:

"You give it a try, I can't do it anymore."

"I can see that." Ruowang was actually a little happy.

After all, it was not a pleasant thing for the other party to have a solution when he didn't.

Ruowang took a step forward and tentatively asked several questions, but as long as it didn't involve the goddess in his heart, the captain ignored him, either singing arias of love or recalling memories in tears.

"It seems that the root of the problem cannot be found here..." Ruowang sighed.

The compassionate Pudu Zen Master comforted:

"Let's find another place to hide, and take a look again after dawn. Anyway, you have been normal all the time, and even if something happens in the end, it shouldn't be your turn."

"Hope." Ruowang made a few signs on his chest, praying to the faith he had cultivated in the Old World.

On the cold and windy night, the two left the captain's room and found a nearby empty room to hide in.

Shang Jianyao logged out and back in, and the final daylight arrived as scheduled.

At this time, the cruise ship's broadcast was informing everyone that the ship would dock today and arrive at its destination, Speci Island. Please pack your luggage in advance and disembark in an orderly manner when the time comes.

Ruowang, who hadn't slept all night, rubbed his eyes and said hesitantly:

"Should we, go out and take a look?"

Take a look at the situation on the ship, see if there are any dangerous omens.

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao seemed to have been expecting it for a long time.

Ruowang then plucked up his courage, opened the door, and walked outside, with Shang Jianyao following closely behind.

Just as they walked along the corridor for a while, they suddenly saw the plump captain come out of his room.

"Good morning." The middle-aged man in his forties had a kind smile, his eyes were bright, and he was completely different from the fanatical look on his face last night.

Ruowang, who was greeted, not only didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but felt inexplicably horrified and chilled to the bone.

He had a fresh memory of the captain's operatic courtship and tearful pacing last night, and was deeply impressed by that chaotic, unconscious state, but as soon as the sun rose, the captain was as if nothing had happened, and there was nothing wrong with him at all.

How could this not be terrifying?

Ruowang always felt that he was facing monsters wearing human skin. They would imitate humans in the sunlight, and would reveal their true forms at night.

"Good morning." Shang Jianyao enthusiastically responded to the captain's greeting.

Ruowang pondered for a moment and tentatively asked:

"Captain, have you felt anything strange in the past few days?"

The captain shook his head with a puzzled look:

"Everything is normal, and no one is infected with 'Heartless Disease'."

Ruowang stopped asking questions, said goodbye in a hurry, and returned to his cabin with Shang Jianyao to prepare to take his luggage and go to the deck, so that he could go directly down as soon as the ship docked, and stay away from this strange and terrifying place.

On the way, they ran into several humans they had encountered before:

The crew member who was originally pushing the dining car and running wildly, looking back from time to time with a look of horror on his face, had a polite smile and nodded to everyone he met; the originally manic and aggressive male passenger was holding a popular novel from the Old World, sitting on the deck with a parasol, leisurely flipping through it; the originally crying and laughing, extremely crazy lady was leaning on the railing, gently watching the blue sea, as if looking forward to the future...

Even the coldness that permeated the night was dispelled by the sunlight at this time, bringing a little warmth.

The strong contrast made Ruowang's body and mind fall into fear.

The more normal it was now, the more he couldn't help but think about the chaos at night, and the more he suspected that the scene in front of him was only superficially normal, and was actually more dangerous.

It was like clearly seeing the captain's goddess Daffodil, only to find that under her feet, behind her, there were tentacles lurking in the shadows.

"No! We can't just wait to dock like this!" Ruowang blurted out as soon as he returned to his room.

He felt that he had to do something to truly reach his destination!

"Yes, yes!" Shang Jianyao echoed.

He had experienced this last day many times before, but every time he was passively jumped back to the time when he first boarded the cruise ship before it docked.

At this time, if he simply followed Ruowang to hide, similar to the strategies adopted in the previous few times, the result would hardly be any different.

There must be something different!

Ruowang thought for a long time with a tense expression and said:

"Frankly speaking, I have a strange feeling:

"The daytime may be more dangerous than the night.

"At least under the cover of night, we know who is wrong and who is normal. As long as we don't use our abilities, we won't be affected. But now, we have no idea what will happen next, and why only a few people survive and land."

"Actually, this period of history is already blurred, because you, as the person involved, have always remained silent in this regard, so we don't know whether most people survived in the end, or most people died." Shang Jianyao replied truthfully.

The ending he told Ruowang before was just a guess made by him and Jiang Baimian, not reality.

Ruowang glanced at Shang Jianyao and nodded with relief:

"You are honest, not a liar.

"But I think, since the future me has always remained silent on this matter, then something must have happened in the end. At least, I don't think there is anything worth keeping secret about the current experience."

That's also a lie to you, I've never really seen the future you... Honest Shang Jianyao tried to answer like this, but was pinned down on the floor of the mind room by his companions.

Without giving them a chance to respond, Ruowang said to himself:

"I have a very absurd idea:

"Since the night gives me more security, then I want to find a place that is the same as the night environment to hide before the cruise ship docks."

Clap clap clap, Shang Jianyao applauded.

"Wouldn't it be enough to pull up the curtains?" He then made a suggestion.

"It's still too bright that way." Ruowang thought for a moment and said, "Moreover, you have also noticed the weather during this period. It's barely tolerable during the day, but it's relatively cold at night."

"Then we have to find a place with air conditioning and no light." Shang Jianyao summarized the key points.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ruowang already had an answer:

"The kitchen's cold storage!"

Apart from this, the captain, who was stingy with energy, turned off the air conditioners in all the rooms.

"Not bad! Remember to bring thick clothes." Shang Jianyao looked eager to try.

Before long, the two, wrapped like bears and carrying weapons, sneaked into the kitchen and hid in the cold storage.

"It's really cold, maybe I need a bottle of spirits to divert my attention." Ruowang rubbed his black-gloved hands and looked around.

After several days of sailing, the food in the cold storage had been consumed a lot, and everything looked empty.

Shang Jianyao shook his flashlight and shone it into the depths of the cold storage, saying:

"Everyone, there's no need to hide."

Ruowang also discovered that there were several human consciousnesses in the cold storage.

Soon, four men and three women walked out from different places.

Their number was different from what Ruowang had sensed, because some of them were Awakened.

Among them was Ruowang's acquaintance, the playboy named Sally.

"Why are you here too?" Ruowang asked first.

Sally shrugged his shoulders:

"My spiritual intuition tells me that an environment similar to the night is safer, and there is also food here."

"Spiritual intuition?" Shang Jianyao suddenly became excited.

"Haha, just kidding." Sally felt a little embarrassed. "I was a mysticism enthusiast in the Old World."

Neither side was in the mood for small talk. They each found a place and waited for the cruise ship to dock in the dark and cold warehouse.

Shang Jianyao logged out again, wanting to see if logging back in would return him to the time when he first boarded the cruise ship.

This time, he returned to the kitchen's cold storage, hearing Sally say:

"The cruise ship seems to have docked."

Ruowang searched for his companion:

"Shang, Shang, come out quickly!"

"Coming, coming!" Shang Jianyao was full of anticipation.

A group of nine people, wrapped in thick clothes, opened the door of the cold storage and returned to the kitchen.

With a whoosh, the crew members in the kitchen simultaneously turned their heads and looked over.

Each of them had turbid, bloodshot eyes, and their expressions were so ferocious that they seemed to want to devour people.

"Heartless Disease"!

They had all contracted "Heartless Disease"!

ps: Asking for monthly tickets on the last day ~