Chapter 51: The Prolock (2) [The Prolock will never exist...
Shi Yu boarded the boat with Xie Jianshan and others.
People were lying in a twisted state on the ground at the ferry. A cordon was set up in time to isolate the area. Some members of the executive department were guarding nearby to prevent curious people from falling into the realm of strange stories.
Xie Jianshan has almost become accustomed to it. He knows that it was Fei who did it. This guy is always ambiguous and refuses to admit that he has the ability to predict the future. But as long as a strange story comes, he will definitely get the accurate information about it first.
"This ghost story, like the previous pollution ghost story, is of the highest danger level. I don't recommend you go with it." But Xie Jianshan also knew that these young people were not quiet people, so he gave them weapons for self-defense and said, "Come aboard."
Shi Yu nodded obediently, still holding the flyer that had been blown over by the wind. It was a poster for a cruise trip, with the sailing route and various welfare activities stacked together in a colorful manner, exaggerating the travel experience.
It had the name of the cruise ship written on it, the Plock.
Shi Yu flipped over the flyer. As expected, the back of the paper was filled with text listing the rules.
The "Plock" is a floating city built specifically for the wealthy and powerful, sailing around Europe for nine days. However, this seemingly glamorous luxury cruise ship is also rife with shady dealings: smuggling, gambling, and reselling...
Is this journey really only nine days? If the Plock doesn't finally reach the shore, have you ever thought about how to survive on this ship? Money can't buy you what you want.
[The first rule is to make sure you have enough food stored before boarding the ship to last for a few days. Things on the Prok will cost you a price.]
[Rule number two: Don't get close to people with black cards. Don't offend or provoke them.]
[Rule 3: New creatures will appear on the Plock at night. Please close the door and lock the windows. If they break in, don't scream. They hate noise.]
[Rule 4: The wealthy and powerful who enjoy instant gratification appreciate plots that are full of novelty. Bringing them new pleasures may be exploitable, but the premise is that you can guarantee an escape.]
[Rule 5: There is no so-called goodwill on the Prolock, please be vigilant.]
Shi Yu didn't throw away the poster. He folded it into small squares and put them in his pocket, then followed them up the boarding ladder.
The number of passengers on the Prolock was not small, and unfamiliar faces of different nationalities could be seen everywhere. Shi Yu and his two companions were mixed in the crowd, and were blocked by the tall figures gathered together. It was difficult for them to catch up again.
Xie Jianshan was standing not far away waiting for them. Lin Yuan said something and left with another team.
Shi Yu's attention was instead drawn to the glass curtain wall behind Xie Jianshan. To be precise, it was because of the young man in a black windbreaker in the mall. His eyelashes were drooping, and he seemed unaware of the young man's gaze.
When he raised his eyes again, Shi Yu could clearly see the pair of blue-black eyes from a distance that was neither far nor near.
The man looked back at him calmly, and his reaction didn't seem surprised. Then the man raised his hand and tapped the glass lightly. Shi Yu saw that he was wearing a silver ring on his hand, which usually had no extra decorations.
Then a hand suddenly stretched out from the other side, across the man's shoulder, as if to take him somewhere else for a walk. It seemed that the hand must be a familiar friend.
Shi Yu saw a black card that was almost invisible in the front pocket of the person next to Fei.
[Oh no… I told you this is a stunningly beautiful face that should be nominated for World Heritage status… Even though the other guys beside her are all handsome and elegant, our Fei still won hands down! I can’t take my eyes off her.]
[There are so many handsome men and beautiful women on the Plock. I was so overwhelmed by the first few passers-by that I almost wanted to climb the wall. Then, when these people appeared, I fainted. It is reasonable to suspect that the old thief had a great time drawing.]
This scene is incredibly delicious. Brother Fei is the kind of heir to a powerful family who remains unrestrained and uninhibited, accustomed to adulation and attention. His expression is filled with aloof arrogance. I can't help myself. What a beautiful and noble blue-eyed cat! (slurp)
[Fei himself seems to have a good family background, maybe even a wealthy second-generation. And if he's so familiar with the human-machine guy, you wouldn't have invested in the Ninth Day, would you, Brother Fei?]
How did you get in with the fun group? I'm really annoyed. Why does Fei and Xu Sandu look like a mastermind when they're standing next to this bunch of grinning villains?
[Brother Fei, I didn't expect you to be so close to Xu Sandu and his gang. I thought it would be Sai Gou ()]
The scattered words blocked Shi Yu's figure. Fei looked away. Xu Du beside him said that he wanted to go to the lounge. This time he did not let these people follow him and returned to his room.
After eight o'clock in the evening, distorted monsters from the deep sea would climb onto the ship. The privileged class protected by the Plock would not fall into their target, but the same could not be said for others.
Fei took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, pretending to glance casually at the covered micro-surveillance camera. There was more than one, there were pinhole cameras everywhere, such as on the TV and wall sockets. Most of them were installed by those people who knew he was coming.
He removed several other micro monitors, leaving only the most concealed one in the projector. He seemed not to notice, or perhaps because he was too tired, and after a simple wash, he couldn't wait to lie down on the bed.
The system was completely stunned by the operation: […You just fell asleep like this?]
"Cerric and the others should check the surveillance regularly to make sure I'm still in the room, but they can't watch me all the time." Fei pretended to close his eyes and pretended to be quiet for now. "I'll go out later."
The angle of the pinhole camera embedded in the bedside projector is just right, and the lens can only capture half of the master bedroom and a small part of the bed. Fei can easily fool it by just stuffing a pillow in it.
He wasn't too worried about Shi Yu. The first night wasn't that difficult to get through, but he had to check on the "goods".
The real "goods" behind the gray trade of the Prok.
The gentle sound of the waves came into the room through the cracks in the window, acting as a perfect soothing white noise. The steady breathing of the person on the bed was so shallow that it was almost negligible. Half of his face was buried in the quilt, and his arms were exposed.
It had been raining on the sea since I had no idea. Thanks to the good sound insulation, the room was still quiet. The dripping rain slid across the glass, leaving zigzag lines as it flowed down. The water marks were winding down, and there was a tendency for the sound to get worse.
"Bang--"
There was a loud bang, as if something was hitting the French window, and soon there was no new movement. Only a handprint remained to confirm that the sound was not an auditory hallucination. Six fingers that were different from those of an ordinary person could be vaguely seen, and there seemed to be something sticking between the fingers.
The handprints were quickly washed away by the rain, as if nothing unexpected had happened.
Fei suddenly opened his eyes, but he didn't seem to be awakened by shock. It seemed that he just opened his eyelids because he heard the sound, and even his breathing remained as even as before.
It is now 1:50 in the morning, and about seven hours have passed.
The system was startled by his action, nearly screaming out a high-pitched shriek that pierced Fei's eardrums: [Why aren't you asleep?! Oh my god, you really have been pretending for seven hours?!]
"When my adoptive mother brought me home, she told me that normal people need sleep." Fei didn't rush to get out of bed, still talking leisurely to the system. "It's very simple. Just don't open your eyes for a few hours and maintain a constant breathing rhythm."
"She always knew that my behavior was very strange, and it was really not what an ordinary child should do. But she still treated me very well and loved me as much as she loved Shi Yu."
Fei pulled out the pillow from under his head and stuffed it into the quilt. He certainly didn't plan to go out like this. He had to change into Xu Du's appearance first so that he could use the space conversion props.
The bright light hit his eyes, and suddenly escaping from the completely dark environment could easily make people feel dizzy, but Fei didn't even blink. He heard the prompt sound of the elevator arriving, so he turned his head.
Two stylishly dressed men were standing in the corridor outside the elevator. They closed their eyes lazily, put their arms around their companion's shoulders, and stood in a lazy and untidy manner. They looked like they had just finished partying in the bar and were exhausted and extremely sleepy.
"Hey, the elevator's here, wake up." One of them patted his sleepy friend and dragged him inside. When he saw Fei dressed as Xu Du, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why are you here?"
"You're not going to help those outsiders, are you? Xu Du, haven't you had enough of this boring redemption drama? Be careful, Serik will really throw you off the Prolock this time."
He muttered a few words incessantly and continued to pull his companions relentlessly. At the same time, he quickly noticed the expression of "Xu Du", that cold gaze.
To be honest, this was not the expression Xu Du would show. It carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, making him feel fear and panic for no apparent reason. It also had a strange familiarity that came from the fire that he had failed to escape from.
That instance didn't go as planned, or more precisely, it didn't go as they had hoped. In the past, when it came to the final stages, they would have been worrying about how to have more fun, whether it was tying the outsiders to a roulette wheel and playing darts, or just skinning them clean.
But this time the roles were completely reversed. The cruise ship was bombed to the point where only one third of it remained. Even though the powerful enjoyed the protection of Prok, they were still not much better off. The tortured players were madly looking for revenge on them.
The person who blew up the Prolock and caused the current situation was standing in front of him, holding a thin blade between his fingers. When he raised his hand, the sharp blade cut his throat, and a warm current flowed out along with the bright red liquid.
He felt like he was drowning, just like the outsider who had been forced into a water tank with his head held down until he drowned. At this moment, he finally felt the same way. He wanted to cough, but his blocked trachea prevented him from coughing. He couldn't help but grope with his hands.
He felt dizzy and could not support his body, and fell to his knees. Before his consciousness completely faded, the last thing he saw was the cold eyes of the player he had always looked down upon.
It's like looking at some insignificant garbage.
The pain he experienced that time left such a deep shadow on him that it was impossible for him to forget the experience.
And the current "Xu Du" gave him the same feeling as that person.
"...Fuck." The man who was awakened by the shock cursed. He took several steps back in fear, his hands trembling as he pointed at Fei. He took a long time to organize his words before he found his voice: "You, you, you, didn't you leave?!"
"I, I, I didn't do anything this time! Don't kill me! Those outsiders are still downstairs, you'll know when you go and see!"
Fei raised his hand under the man's intense gaze. He pressed the button to close the elevator door again and asked the system in confusion, "Although those passengers are also afraid of me, isn't this person's reaction a bit too much?"
The system had just finished reading the details of the Feiguo Prok. It imitated the mechanical tone of most artificial intelligences: [Who cares? The scumbag deserved to die. I won't cry until I see the coffin.]
System: [So who should we scare next?]
Fei, who actually did nothing: "..."
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