Pirate’s Brood Order

His face seemed to be covered with a wet sponge, water was pouring in from his mouth and nose, the air in his lungs became thinner and thinner, and he felt suffocated like a dark hand pinching his throat, suffocating, struggling...

Jack woke up suddenly from his sleep. He reached out to touch his face, touched something wet, lifted it up and shook it in front of his eyes. It was really a black... glove?

Jack's face turned dark, he cursed indistinctly, then threw the gloves on the ground, then touched his face with the sheet, and caught a glimpse of a person standing by the door out of the corner of his eye.

The door was ajar and half-closed, looking out from his direction, he could just see a vague silhouette outlined at the door, mottled and dim moonlight hanging down, vaguely resembling a bald head.

"Bill?"

Jack rubbed his eyes, picking out the sticky yellow gum from his eyes.

Looking again, it was indeed a shiny bald head. Jack opened his mouth, but then closed it in a mysterious manner without making a sound. He carefully turned over and got out of bed, and tiptoed towards the door.

"The first mate said that Bill was killed, then..."

His mind was a little confused, but he instinctively realized that he seemed to have discovered an important secret. His heart was beating very fast. For some reason, he kept silent, as if he felt that he should not break the strange silence at the moment.

Perhaps it was out of some kind of fear, but also out of some kind of expectation that he was not sure about, Jack couldn't accurately grasp his first reaction, but another pair of prying eyes in the dark showed no surprise at all.

Selfishness and greed are the bad roots of human beings, which are not only reflected in wealth and power, but also include secrecy and exploration, although people are always not sure whether the buried treasure is a treasure or a dead body!

"Bill, it really is you, I knew I was right."

Jack approached from behind, put his palm on Bill's shoulder, and lowered his voice deliberately: "The first mate said that you and Chater were killed. I was sad for a while, and now I find that you are fine. It's great."

Bill turned his back to Jack, motionless, and on Jack's right side, behind the half-closed door, a dark and strange hand protruded quietly, grabbing his back inch by inch from the darkness.

"Hey, Bill, the first mate lied, right? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Jack thought that Bill was worried about being discovered, so he grinned and squeezed Bill's shoulder slightly with his palm: "However, can you Tell me what the mate wants to do, maybe I can help too?"

Bill still turned his back to him and said nothing.

Jack's face suddenly became gloomy, and he called "Bill" in a low voice, with a hint of menace in his tone, and he continued to exert force on his palm, but suddenly felt that the touch from his fingertips was strange, cold, stiff and a bit strange. An indescribable slippery feeling, as if there are slender things flowing under the surface of the skin, not blood vessels, but more like another weird living thing.

Thinking of this, his brain hole suddenly seemed to be turned on. He realized that the temperature in his palm was cold and piercing. The dense cold sweat was dripping like a slippery venomous snake running and sliding on the back, and then stopped at the second to third thoracic vertebrae, which happened to be the position of the heart.

"No, there is really something on the back!"

Just when Jack was about to turn around, Bill's head began to twist strangely. First, the head was twisting, then the neck, and then the torso... It seemed that they were not a whole, but individual joints were operating independently. It's just that a seemingly identical result was pieced together in the end-Bill turned around.

The tip of Jack's tongue froze, he didn't know whether he should turn around, or just stare at Bill to death. Then, his face turned pale for a moment, and he finally saw Bill's face, a pair of dead white fish eyes.

Creepy!

With his heart torn apart, his tongue quivering, his throat quivering unconsciously, his whole body stiff and dead, only his lips seemed to be manipulable, Jack suddenly realized that this was his last defiance, he needed to scream like a bitch.

The next second, a cold voice cut off Jack's last fantasy, and he felt a tingling pain in his vest, as if some horrible and slippery living thing had penetrated into his body.

Accompanied by the tingling and numbness is the command to extinguish all life: "Stop the mouth in front of you."

"What?"

Even faster than Jack's thinking is Bill's movement, from stillness to attack without any signs, Jack was horrified to see Bill's right hand pop out like an electric shock, stabbing a sharp straight line obliquely in the air, absolutely straight.

"Well~"

In fact, he didn't even make this sound, and his mouth was blocked. It didn't look like a fleshy palm at all, it should be a wall smashing straight into his mouth, closing the mouth tightly, even to ensure the tight fit Without showing a trace of breath, Jack could feel Bill's fingers squeezed in between his lips and those two leaky teeth, pressing against his roof.

"don't want……"

He wailed in his heart, his eyeballs seemed to fall out of the eye sockets due to the force, his whole face was wrinkled and twisted, his mouth was biting hard, and there was stinky cold blood flowing in his throat, making him tear and snot. However, Bill did not It's like nothing, the fingers don't move at all.

The tingling sensation in the vest has already disappeared, something is moving in the body, the heart seems to be penetrated, entangled, and swallowed, the strength of the whole body is quickly drained, Jack's eyelids seem to be filled with lead water, but he dare not With his eyes closed, he stared intently, so he reflected in Bilson's white pupils that his own eyeballs were also beginning to fade.

"To be like Bill..."

He had a premonition of his fate, he was unwilling, he resented, until now, he didn't know who the person behind him was, the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and the time left for him was running out.

"The secret is called a secret because~~~"

The syllables were lengthened, and a cheek was exposed from the side of Jack's shoulder, with a playful and triumphant smile on his face: "Most of those who want to peep are dead!"

"Yarlin! It's this voice—it's Yaerlin!!!"

The last touch of black in Jack's eyeballs disappeared, and then a deeper and weirder black line flashed away, and Yarlin saw it, so he grinned: "The first one, happy to get it done."

"Then next!"

Bill let go, Jack closed his lips expressionlessly, turned around and stood side by side behind Yarlin.

Yarlin pushed the door open again and walked in. He walked to Jack's bed, squatted softly, picked up the gloves on the ground, and then threw them away casually.

"Snapped!"

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