Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Paul couldn't dodge, and his neck was wrapped around his neck. He saw the tentacles getting tighter and tighter, but he could only struggle and flutter in vain, like a land duck that fell into the water.

And the arm that finally succeeded also revealed its original shape, and half of a familiar and ugly face emerged from the flesh at the break.

First Officer Ishiguro!

It was the half of the face that was left chopped off by Paul that was expanding like an elephant's toothpaste, and suddenly opened into a wrinkled mouth full of ring-shaped sharp teeth, stretching closer and closer.

"Oh, vomit, vomit, vomit."

In this situation, Paul still didn't know that the moan he just heard came from this mutated arm.

But at the real moment of life and death, Paul also burst out with an unimaginable desire to survive. He even held his neck, raised his shoulders and elbows, and resisted the ugly mouth even though his hands were bitten to pieces.

"Ouch! Ugh, vomit, vomit—"

"Ah ah ah ah! Get away! Ah ah ah devil! Devil!".
The greasy mucus drenched Paul all over again, and the two sides were locked in a tug-of-war.

Until.

"go to hell!"

Accompanied by a roar, Paul suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in front of him, and then the pressure tightly wrapped around his neck relaxed.

He hurriedly swung it around until he tore off all the tentacles that had fallen limply from his neck.

When he forced himself to open his eyes, he saw that the mutated monster in front of him was being pinned down by a big light, unable to move like a bastard on all fours.

His eyes then moved up, and John, who was covered in injuries, was struggling to pick up another headlight, and then aimed it at the struggling monster on the ground and smashed it down.

pat!

The monster was completely smashed.

When Paul came back to his senses, he gritted his teeth, picked up the headlight, and smashed the remaining remains of the monster into minced meat.

Bang bang!

Bang. Bang! boom! boom!
boom!
The technician kicked open the warehouse door with a worried look on his face, and was almost hit by the door panel that bounced off the wall.

After wiping away the dust from his nose, he didn't care how miserable he looked. He put away the key with his backhand and went straight to the depths of the warehouse.

Soon.

Looking at the shriveled rubber covered with dust in front of him, the technician breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there is still one.
Without stopping, he started to start the pumping equipment.

Although the room was dim, the technician didn't want to spend time looking for the light switch. He took out his emergency flashlight and stood on one side and got busy.

After all, they are professionals, so in less than twenty minutes, the technician fully inflated the rubber boat that had been loaded onto the transport truck.

Well, he wiped the sweat with joy.

Next, all you need to do is push the supporting trolley to the edge of the deck. The technician suddenly stopped all movements like a sculpture.

Because he suddenly heard something moving.

The technician breathed softly and squinted his eyes slightly to listen carefully.

".please reply."

His eyes suddenly widened.

It seems to be the sound of a radio intercom?
"Hey!" the technician shouted as he backed away.
"Who is there!"

But there seemed to be no one else in the warehouse, only the electronic sound with poor signal rustling from time to time.

The technician clenched the rusty, blunt fish knife in his hand, took the flashlight from the side, shrugged his shoulders and stretched his neck to shine into the depths of the warehouse.

A figure lying on the ground suddenly emerged from the darkness.

The technician's hands trembled with fright, and the beam of light also shook. He even shouted several times but received no response.

After gradually calming down, he also noticed that the other party's clothes looked very familiar, wasn't he the captain of this squid fishing boat? !
So the technician slowly approached with a fish knife and a flashlight, and saw the captain lying face down on the ground.

"Mr. Nojima?" the technician asked again.

After several calls and still no response, he boldly smashed the fish knife in his hand.

Danglanglanglang~~
The technician's accuracy was ridiculous, but he could throw the fish knife askew within a few steps.

However, the fish knife rolled down on the ground a few times and then leaned against the captain, without causing the slightest reaction from the latter.

At this moment, what sounded like a walkie-talkie sounded again.
".Call the Fujin number. Please answer if you hear it."

The technician calmed down and walked forward to check carefully. He kicked the man's body and found that the man's body was particularly stiff. He squatted down and opened his pants to take a look.

The skin was as pale as a piece of paper, with faint bruises gathering under the skin.

died? !
The technician quickly covered his mouth and nose with his arm, and shook his hand in disgust for a while before taking the radio out of the captain's waist.

This is a walkie-talkie uniformly equipped by the company for its ships. It can only communicate on a specific frequency, so most of the callers are squid fishing boats in the same sea area.

".Fujin No. Please answer."

The intercom was still ringing.

Without thinking, the technician immediately pressed the button and replied,

"This is the Fujin. Please tell me the name of the ship. Please reply when you receive it."

After waiting for a moment, a slightly choppy reply came,
"This is the Prince Zaara, over."

The technician was overjoyed. The other party was indeed a squid fishing boat owned by the company.

Forcibly suppressing his excitement, he immediately sent out a rescue request and soon received a positive reply.

The two parties exchanged their locations and agreed to come immediately to meet them.

"Very good!".
After putting down the walkie-talkie, the technician couldn't help but wave his fist several times.

It stands to reason that the squid fishing boats sent by the company have their own routes and do not overlap with each other. In addition, only the captain has the authority to make contact, so the technician did not place his hope on rescue and was only thinking about how to escape.

As a result, I didn't expect such an unexpected surprise, and even the captain, who was still lying on the ground with his body, looked much more pleasing to the eye.

The technician felt itchy looking at it. He hung the mask on his ears and started to touch the body.

Of course, he wasn't just looking for sex, but he was thinking that if the captain was dead and everything was over, then someone had to take care of the documents on his body and the gold ring on his hand, right?

But it was difficult for the technician to get started - the captain's finger was already swollen, and the gold ring was embedded in the middle and it was impossible to remove it.

Helpless, after all, it was important to escape, and the technician did not dare to waste more time. He just wanted to get the captain's ID.

I searched my trouser pockets but couldn't find it, so I probably kept it in the patch pocket on my chest.

But the captain looked skinny and dead, unable to even turn over.

The technician didn't believe in evil, but even with both hands he couldn't lift the captain up. He felt as if he was glued to the floor.

Isn't it melting?

A feeling of nausea rose up in his throat. But the floor was obviously very dry, so the technician simply grabbed an ankle with one hand and arched his back like pulling a carrot and exerted all his strength.

"Ehhhhhh."

Not cold.

Hiss~

A light touch on the hand.

The technician leaned back against the rubber boat, and the captain was finally pulled up.

And as luck would have it, the intercom rang again at this moment.
"Fukutsu, this is the Zaara Prince. We need your ship to assist in calibrating the position. Please reply when you receive it."

Panting, he put the captain aside and was about to pick up the walkie-talkie next to him, but was preempted by a big pale and bruised hand.

"?!!!"

The technician's brain shut down for a moment, and then a biting chill shot up from his spine and quickly spread throughout his body.

He looked stiffly along the hand, first the fingers were swollen like carrots, then the palm was like soaked hair, and then the wrist was stretched and thinned, extending all the way to the floor like soft noodles. Into the captain's cuffs.

The technician chattered his teeth and tried to escape, but it seemed as if someone was holding his throat and he couldn't muster the strength.

The swollen white hand holding the walkie-talkie rolled up the walkie-talkie, like a white python that had become a spirit, and curled back all the way until it was placed in front of the "corpse" on the ground.

嚅嚅嚅.
Accompanied by the constant dripping of sticky liquid and the vague sounds of beeping, the "corpse" did not need to support the ground with both hands, but instead raised its upper body bit by bit like a caterpillar.

So the technician finally saw clearly the opponent's densely covered ring-toothed suckers on the front, as well as the withered human face embedded at the top of the gray and moist monster's body.

"Do you know?" The lips on this remaining face can actually open and close, and some vague and sinister tones come out of it,

".It hurts very much."

A smelly warmth spread from the technician's lower body, making him unable to maintain his standing posture any longer and could only collapse on the rubber boat.

"Mr. Nonojima?"

The monster no longer answered, but opened its mouth with nested slits and moved closer and closer.

"No, no!"

"Ugh-".
Bottom cabin.

Countless pieces of meat, arms and legs, monsters and any living creature with the ability to move were rustling in the dark space, rushing to the cold cold storage like moths to the flame.

On the back of the shelf not far away, workers headed by Paul were watching this scene with trepidation.

"What are they doing there?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe it's eating, there are so many squids in there." Paul replied with a frown.

Although he had an even more incredible suspicion in his mind that he didn't dare to admit, escape was the most important thing right now.

Since the fall from upstairs, everyone has been a blessing in disguise.

In terms of familiarity with the lower cabins on the entire ship, no one can compare with this group of hard-working workers.

Therefore, taking advantage of the home field advantage, everyone quickly gathered together again.

Of course, the main reason is that the monsters have no interest in them at all and only know how to squeeze into the cold storage one after another.

It just gave them an excellent opportunity to escape.

So everyone prayed that the technician was too slow to row the life raft away, while carefully dodging the monsters and taking a small path to the stern deck.

Although it remains to be seen whether the God the workers believed in existed, at least their prayers were answered.

On the stern deck, at the door of the emergency supplies warehouse.

The technician who had died long ago was as stiff as a stick and was at his mercy. However, no matter how much the gelatinized and festering flesh squirmed, he could not swallow it all.

Seeing that it was about to melt away, the livid face wrapped in pus quickly slid to the side of the captain's uniform that had been broken into rags, stabbed out a sharp tongue covered with barbs, and wrapped a pill Swallow.

This is the last medicine. The captain who barely maintained his self-awareness thought.

As the captain, Jiichiro Nojima naturally knows more secrets than other crew members, so before going to sea, he has to get a few pills from those mysterious people even if he sells off his property or even owes a huge loan.

After all, if you have a life to make money, you have to have a life to spend it. As long as this mission is successfully completed, what awaits him will be overwhelming wealth, as well as power and status that he could not even imagine in the past.

But what Jiichiro Nojima didn't expect was that he was careful not to touch the sea water, and even the daily catch was only used by cheap laborers to fill their stomachs. Why did something go wrong?

The changes in his body could still be suppressed, but his brain, which became increasingly chaotic as time went on, caused Nojima to almost lose his ability to think.

A mysterious call seemed to be nearby, somewhere on the ship, attracting him like honey to a colony of ants.

Only the survival instinct that was temporarily dominant under the influence of the drug was still functioning, allowing him to retain his brain tissue and his strong desire to escape from the ship.

Thump thump thump thump
At this time, there were suddenly chaotic footsteps approaching quickly. Nojima Jiichiro looked out the door with bulging eyes, and then quickly controlled his body to curl up.

"The door is open!" Paul, who was rushing to the front, suddenly stopped and stretched out his hands to stop his companion.
"Be careful! Get your weapons!"

But when everyone entered the warehouse as if facing an enemy, they discovered that the technician they hated so much was already a cold corpse with a tragic death appearance.

The surface of the corpse was covered with jagged tooth marks and pitted and festering wounds. The only thing that was still intact was the terrified face.

This horrifying sight made the workers' scalps numb, but they searched around the scene but found no monsters.

Only a large puddle of unknown slime remained on the floor.

"Perhaps this monster melted away on its own?" someone speculated.

The workers had seen similar scenes before in the lower cabins.

"Let's go first." More people didn't want to go into details and just wanted to leave this hellish fishing boat as soon as possible.

"Get out of here quickly!"

So the workers worked together to lift the unimaginably heavy rubber boat onto the truck and push it out of the warehouse together.

But as soon as they reached the edge of the deck, a loud sound coming from under their feet scared everyone.

The entire fishing boat began to tremble violently, as if some strange and powerful living creature was running rampant in the cabin.

The workers did not dare to delay, and hurriedly manipulated the jack to raise the bottom of the truck higher than the bulwark little by little.

Just as he was about to push the rubber boat into the sea, there was an inexplicable sound.

"Fujin, our ship has arrived. Please reply if you are nearby."

The communication was in Japanese, so the workers naturally couldn't understand it, but that didn't stop them from following the source of the sound and looking towards the only storage compartment in the center of the rubber boat.

"What is it?" Paul stopped his companions and stepped forward to look carefully.

The cover of the storage bin was ajar, and it was only then that everyone discovered that it was stained with some suspicious mucus.

At this time, the sound sounded again, Paul frowned, stood on tiptoe and reached out to find out. (End of chapter)