Chapter 102: Tail Ship 20
"Welcome."
The staff wearing white gloves opened the door for the distinguished guests. He remembered that when he was working today, someone reminded him: "The people coming here today are all important people on the ship. Remember your identity, don't listen too much, don't think too much, and be quick."
He didn't dare look up, but fortunately they were too lazy to look down at a waiter.
The door closed.
It was a long time before he stood up, and he recalled with envy and jealousy: the hem of the clothes that brushed against his face was embroidered with precious patterns and didn't look cheap at all.
The other side of the door.
The guests stood in twos and threes, and although they were talking casually, their eyes were vaguely glancing at the leader standing in the center - he was the nominal leader of the ship, with a family, a wife and children, countless happiness, and held tremendous power.
If he didn't speak, the other ghosts wouldn't dare to speak.
This is the ship owner who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else.
He changed his clothes and looked more relaxed than the one Jiang Yuelu had seen him in Guiliu Residence. He picked up the red wine on the table and commented on it briefly: "Well, brewed with the blood of a thirty-year-old wizard... It is indeed top-quality."
In the wine cabinet.
Derek was horrified: "There is an unwritten rule in the ghost market that you cannot disrespect the bodies of the dead."
"This is actually putting themselves in their shoes. Think about it, if the body is destroyed, the ghost itself will not be much better off, so they empathize with each other and develop a little conscience in this matter. They reach a consensus and will not treat the bodies of the dead casually."
"But look at that bottle of blood-red wine. The color is pure. The body must have been cut open right after death, and the wine must have been drained out little by little through the catheter... and then brewed in a cold and gloomy place."
"There's a very disgusting saying here, the moment a person dies is the closest to life, and also the closest to death, so a corpse that combines the beauty of both tastes the most delicious."
Jiang Yuelu whispered: "So, they broke the restrictions?"
"Restrictions." Drake sneered. "The fun you get from breaking the rules is indescribable. We all came here from the past, and I'm sure you know that. In this huge ghost market, if you want to find some people who abide by the rules, the only ones who can do that are honest people like Matthew."
"They were obedient and well-behaved, accepting all arrangements, but in the end they became unlucky people whose happiness was drained away. Isn't that ironic?"
Jiang Yuelu: "It sounds like you don't appreciate Matthew?"
Drake shook his head. "I'm just making some statements. This is what I observed when I was traveling between happiness and despair. Here, there are many disgusting guys who look decent on the outside but do rotten things secretly. Compared with Matthew, that kind of ghost disgusts me more."
“Because they remind me of people.”
Drake looked at the owner of the ship, who was now gathered with his guests, cutting a whole piece of suspicious meat. The room was filled with the aroma of decay and hypocrisy.
No one knows what these unfathomable guys are thinking.
"Huh..." The captain touched his neck uncomfortably, "Why do I always feel a chill on my back, as if my wife is still here."
Someone smiled knowingly, "You and your wife have always had a good relationship. Every year when the ship votes for the best couple, your family always gets full votes."
"And the happiest family! Well deserved."
The ship owner smiled softly. The pleasant words were sweeter than fine wine in his throat. This was why he liked the black market.
He sat down, unbuttoned his collar, and said nonchalantly, "But sometimes I still feel very tired."
"oh……"
A pair of cunning eyes immediately understood, "I suddenly remembered that last time a boat accidentally broke in from outside and a group of people were killed."
"Those young live girls are delicious, you know."
"I told them that it was the master of the sternboat who saved their lives. They admired you so much that they kept clamoring to repay you, and I couldn't stop them."
When the ship owner heard the word "girl", his eyebrows moved, but he still shook his wine glass without saying a word.
"I thought... since it's a way to repay a favor, the wife should be very supportive. Besides, it's a good thing to exchange favors. Wouldn't it add more color to the happiest family?" Before the ship owner could speak, someone took the initiative, "No more words, bring them in quickly."
There was a creaking sound in the room, and after the door opened and closed, soft sobbing sounds were heard.
Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but sneer.
Is it really repaying a favor?
If they came here with a feeling of "great admiration" and if they could see their "savior" right away, why would they cry with fear?
Drake felt a creepy feeling on his back. He turned around and was startled. “Yan, what did I do to make you look at me like that!”
The sobbing sound reached his ears, like a whip lashing his eardrums, causing his internal organs to ache. Jiang Yuelu wiped his face and said, "Nothing."
He was caught in a dilemma. Since Drake was hiding here, it meant that he didn't want to be discovered by the ship owners outside. They couldn't be exposed, so they couldn't rescue them.
Jiang Yuelu: "I just didn't expect the ship owner to do such a thing."
Drake laughed softly. "Do you think he has a happy family and a happy wife and children? A free man who never contacted his brother Will, but inherited the position of ship owner after his brother's death. How much can he value family affection? Rumor has it that his wife and children are all paid actors, but it's not certain whether it's true."
"Is it possible?"
"Oh Yan...you think too highly of them."
"The ghost who's speaking now is the captain of the security guards. Do you remember the group of ghosts that took Matthew away? They are under his jurisdiction. He is also selected into the Happy Family every year, but I heard that he is the one who plays the most in the black market."
"And the one who was the most flattering just now, I don't think he has violent tendencies in private, right? He always turns up the music at night, supposedly to cover up his wife's crying."
"And he, the spokesman for the incorruptible faction, will even speak for the poor fellows in despair. But you know, the fighting arena we passed by was his."
"And that..."
…
Jiang Yuelu gradually fell silent, "It sounds like there's no clean person in the room."
"You should have thought so long ago." Drake disagreed, "Ghosts in happy places are not necessarily happy, but ghosts in desperate places are definitely desperate."
"But... there's still a problem."
"What?"
"If they themselves were unhappy, then they wouldn't be measured as happy by the [Good Luck Scale]... How do they continue to be happy? And still so wealthy."
As he said this, he suddenly had a guess, "Could it be that the [Transfer Scale] is controlled by them?"
Drake shook his head. "They can't control this thing. It was brought here by the Lord. They only listen to the Lord. And the tail ship is also kept in the air by the Lord. Don't think they are so glorious now. When the Lord arrives, they will be like mice with their butts clamped together."
"Besides, the surface work on the stern ship is very good. These bastards said that for the sake of fairness, their [transportation] process can be carried out in public. There are so many eyes watching desperately, and they can always come up with so many happiness... That's why we have to dig up some evidence in the black market. Otherwise, it will be really difficult to push these hypocritical guys off the ship without a reason."
Jiang Yuelu seemed to understand.
"Could it be a problem with the [Over-Luck Scale]?"
Drake stared outside, "Ah? I told you, it was brought here by the Lord, it won't be controlled by them. The difference in strength between the big ghost and the little ghost is obvious..."
Jiang Yuelu interrupted him, "That's not what I meant."
"What is that?" He was a little impatient. Now was a critical moment, but Jiang Yuelu was struggling with some minor issues.
"Could it be that this scale is flawed? It is not that authoritative in measuring happiness and pain."
"Please! That belongs to the Lord—"
Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but ask: "Lord, are you omnipotent?"
Drake got stuck, he swallowed the words in his throat, his agile eyes glazed over for the first time, as if he had never considered this possibility.
After thinking for a while, he had to admit: "Okay... you might be right. We have been here for so long that we have never doubted it..."
At first, when he first came to this ship, he also felt confused about this standard of happiness and trading method. But soon, he integrated into the place and began to think about everything with the price set by others.
How much happiness does this require? I can't afford that.
Let’s save up some more happiness, it’s not enough to spend…
The conditioned reflex was firmly etched into his brain, like a smiley face or a crying face, reminding him repeatedly whenever he did anything. He never raised his head to look at the invisible huge scale above his head, nor did he ever doubt whether it was reasonable or correct.
"You're right... I forgot all about it, forgot all about it! God, I'm so pathetic."
Drake's eyes were full of tears, and the 1.8-meter-tall strong leader sobbed in the wine cabinet. However, before the tears flowed down his cheeks, he stopped crying because he suddenly remembered something.
“That’s not right.”
"Huh?" Jiang Yuelu was having a headache because of his crying, "What's wrong?"
Drake: "If there really is a problem, then the results produced by the scale will certainly make many people question it. But for so long, none of us has ever doubted it, because it can see through our hearts to a certain extent... Are we happy? How happy are we? Are we painful and tired? How much pain do we have? It knows it better than we do."
"It's like a mean old friend. Even if you try to lie to it and say you're so good, it will ruthlessly expose you. It's really disgusting, but when the awkward time is over, you'll think of it again, and even miss it after being away for a long time..."
"Because he knows your true feelings better than anyone else on this ship," Drake said.
Jiang Yuelu looked at him for a while and said, "You are a little perverted."
Derek was stunned: "W-what?"
"My dear, even if you want to praise me, you don't have to do it at this time..."
"I mean, you're all a little perverted. Don't you think your feelings about this thing are a little weird? It's like a high god, granting you smiles and tears, cutting out your happiness and pain. No matter what it does to bless you or hurt you, you will miss it in the end. This is sick, Drake."
"And I can't avoid it either." Jiang Yuelu recalled the moment he was marked.
He seemed to have a subtle resonance with something high above him. He had been on board for several hours, but it seemed that he became a passenger on this ship only when he had a smile on his face. The sense of belonging was so strong in a flash, let alone those who had been on the ship for countless nights?
"What you said gave me a headache." Drake covered his head in pain. He finally understood what his father often said.
——For some things, understanding is more dangerous than not understanding.
"I hope I'm just overthinking." Jiang Yuelu comforted without emotion. In her heart, she fully agreed with her guess.
Are you the Lord?
He is not here, but he still seems to be the only king. He established the initial rules on the ship, and the ship owners became his minions. He also made the ship rise into the air and float in the air, becoming a utopia far away from the secular world.
I don't know where he is now...
Just as the two of them were silent for their own reasons, a scream suddenly came from the room.
"Please, spare me, spare me!"
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