Chapter 4 Pirate Ship 3 "What's the point of being a spoiled child at this time?"...
When kicking the wooden sculpture, An Rao felt that something was wrong. Now that he had calmed down, he finally found the reason. Article 5 of the pirate ship rules stated the consequences of damage but not the consequences of touching. Article 8 of the park guide that caused the tattooed man to die did not state the consequences of fighting or quarreling in the park.
Since violating the rules will be punished, both parties must abide by them for the rules to be effective. This is probably why Article 8 of the "Garden Guide" does not specify the punishment. After all, the legislative level of the author of the "Garden Guide" cannot be the same as that of the criminal law. Since it is impossible to quantify the degree of trouble caused by the players, they might as well hold the right of interpretation in their own hands. What a cunning businessman!
The penalty for touching the ornaments is unclear, but the penalty for damaging them is clear - paying compensation.
But isn't touching a prerequisite for damage? So it can be understood that there is no penalty for touching, and the penalty for touching still depends on whether there is damage. But what information is hidden in the six blackened areas?
In that case... An Rao picked and chose from several items on the table, and finally carefully lifted the thin quilt on the bed, and picked up the rifle through the quilt that was as thin as gauze.
——Nothing happened.
The gun was full of gunpowder. An Rao narrowed his eyes, then opened the porthole in the room, pulled the trigger and fired a shot towards the sea.
The musket was not actually touched through the quilt, and firing the gun was considered normal use, so let's see whether the loss of gunpowder is considered damage.
"Ding." The wristband made a prompt sound, and the number 700 on the screen changed to 600.
"Damn it," An Rao cursed bitterly, "It's so shady! The business in the amusement park is really all robbery!"
Then, another message appeared on the phone: "Dear X Bank general card user, 1 million yuan was transferred out of your 2876 account, and the balance is 6,003,610 yuan."
After An Rao mourned the loss of one million RMB with a single shot, he looked back at the dagger. His fingertips stopped when they were only one centimeter away from the dagger. In front of hot weapons, cold weapons, no matter how beautiful they were, were just beautiful waste. So, it would be better not to add unnecessary danger to waste.
——In fact, I can’t bear to lose even a penny.
Lying back on the narrow bed, An Rao looked at the boring ceiling above his head and began to think:
Why does Pais own a royal battleship? Why does he need other ships after having a royal battleship? What is the name of this battleship? Why is Pais in a hurry to leave before dark when he is obviously a pirate? Where did the luxurious dagger in the room come from that obviously does not belong to a pirate? And why can't he go out? What will happen if he goes out?
A lot of questions were clamoring in An Rao's mind, turning it into a clueless mess. An Rao had a splitting headache and finally fell asleep due to exhaustion.
On the wall, in the unremarkable landscape painting with a big tree pattern, a woman in a gorgeous Baroque skirt slowly walked out from behind the tree, her pair of empty black eyes staring at the young man who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
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The short man who was the last to board the ship hid in the corner of the room, curled up and shivered like a cowering quail, mumbling nervously: "I was wrong, I was wrong... Please, let me choose again..."
Ten minutes ago...
After closing the door, the little man felt a gust of wind out of nowhere, and a male voice appeared in his ears, gentle and tender, like a lover's whisper:
"You're so lucky, someone helped you."
"Who? Who are you?!" the little man screamed in panic.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that someone helped you get on the boat!"
"Where are you?!" The man looked around in panic in the room where there was no one else except himself.
"He helped you. Do you want to thank him or take revenge on him?"
"Who the hell are you?!"
"I'll tell you once you make your choice, gratitude or revenge?"
"Thank you! I want to thank him! I want to thank him!" The man collapsed and subconsciously wanted to say something nice.
"Tsk tsk, what a pity! I really wanted to see you taking revenge on him..." The voice was full of regret, and the wind that suddenly rose in the room stopped.
When the sound faded away, the little man realized that he had made the wrong choice!
The kerosene lamp crackled, and the weak light flickered. In the dim and flickering light, the little man saw that the trees in the pure landscape painting on the wall seemed to be swaying in the wind.
"Ah! Help! There's a ghost!" The little man could no longer bear the pressure, he turned the door handle and rushed out screaming.
The wind and waves on the sea became stronger, the warship was shaking violently, and suddenly there was a crisp "click" sound, and the metal buckle used to fix the chain of the brass chandelier on the top of the corridor on the second deck in the dark loosened, and the heavy brass chandelier fell while shaking, smashing the little man who rushed out of the room and ran wildly in the corridor into a meat patty.
"Bang!" Sticky blood and minced meat splashed everywhere, dripping down.
The waves on the sea became stronger, and the warship was shaking violently. The shaking hull was like a huge and silent cradle, carrying people with different emotions, fear, excitement, confusion, curiosity, fear...
Of course, there are also people who attract special attention, such as the bald man living in room 25.
Baldy was originally a jewelry appraiser. He made a huge fortune and countless women by making fake jewelry. Now that his crime has been exposed and he is desperate, he is inexplicably dragged into the amusement park. He originally wanted to hide in the amusement park, but now...
After the bald man opened the door, his attention was immediately attracted by the jewel-studded letter box on the cabinet. The Baroque-style pure gold letter box was inlaid with various gems, turquoise, pearls and rare shellfish. The whole box was glittering and luxurious.
This bad-tempered jeweler who valued money above all else could not take his eyes off the box. He threw all the rules out of his mind, and only saw the beautiful light reflected by the luxurious jewels. He picked up the box and carefully stroked it in the dim light of the kerosene lamp. Even though he had no tools, he could be sure based on his experience that the gold box and the jewels on it were all real! Although there was a trace of damage on the inside corner of the box, the flaws did not outweigh the merits!
This is a real antique from the 17th century!
The bald man seemed to have seen the mountain of banknotes waving at him, hahahahaha! He was so excited that he took off his torn vest and wrapped up the box. When the game was over, he would steal it back no matter what!
The bald man with jewel-like eyes didn't notice that a faint and sad singing voice was getting closer and closer to him.
"Hello," a gentle and sad female voice sounded politely at the door. Her English was not pure and had some exotic flavor. "Excuse me, do you know my husband, the Duke of Newcastle?"
Who is it? !
The bald man turned around suddenly and found that a woman had appeared in the room at some point. She was wearing an intricate and luxurious white Baroque puffy skirt that was popular among the nobles in the 17th century. She looked beautiful and fragile, with confusion in her misty black eyes.
"Duke New...who are you?" asked the bald man, hugging the golden box tightly.
"You don't know him? Why don't you know him?" The woman began to scream. Her beautiful face quickly changed shape. Her skin peeled off piece by piece, turning into a scarred skeleton. Her gorgeous skirt was rotten and broken. She stretched out her skeletal hands, and her long, sharp black nails stretched out towards the bald man...
"ah!!!!!!"
“Bang! Wow—” All the screams were drowned out by the surging waves.
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An Rao slept uneasily, with many dreams playing out in his mind. One moment he was frightened by the hunger and the stray dogs when he was a child, the next moment he was sad because his good friend backstabbed him and he lost his admission qualification, the next moment the boss who looked kind but actually had many crimes started to threaten him again, and there was even the senior brother in college who saw that he was weak and tried to force him to submit...
And there was the man dressed in frost. The earring in his left ear was so black that it swallowed up all the light. His pure white feathers were as cold as snow. He stared at her with his pale amber eyes and said without any warmth, "I can't possibly save you."
I can't save you.
I can't save you.
I can't save you...
An Rao woke up in the echo, his ears filled with the roar of huge waves. Amid the sound of the huge waves, An Rao heard a sad and mournful song, the song was ethereal and intermittent, sometimes appearing and sometimes not.
Suddenly, An Rao felt that the singing stopped in front of his door. Someone was standing motionless outside his door, observing him silently. Even though there were no windows on the door and the wall of the room facing the corridor, An Rao had a hunch that the person outside the door could see him and was watching him.
An Rao held his breath and curled up on the bed, not daring to move. His back was soaked with cold sweat. He felt a hungry gaze passing through the door and falling on him with ill intent. It slowly climbed up from the toes like a venomous snake, as if tasting and weighing, to the calves, to the thighs, to the chest... When it finally reached the face, the gaze paused for a moment, and then disappeared regretfully. After a while, the singing sounded again, fading away.
The alarm was lifted. An Rao gasped for breath. The sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks onto the bed. The tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He wondered if the fool in room 12 had heard the singing.
The next day, at daybreak, the cleaner An Rao, with great consciousness as a social animal, got up early to work.
As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of blood hit his nose. In the middle of the corridor, there was a silhouette kneeling on one leg, with snow-white feathers swaying. Next to him, there was a piece of meat pie that could barely be seen as a human, lying on the ground in thick blood. His head was smashed like a watermelon, making the ground red and white. The walls on both sides were full of splashes of blood and traces of minced meat flowing down. It was extremely bloody. The whole scene was too stimulating to An Rao's nerves. He couldn't help but turn his face away and retched.
"He was hit to death by the chandelier." The man with black earrings walked up to An Rao at some point and pointed at the brass chandelier that was tilted to the side.
"Uh-huh, uh..." An Rao waved his hands perfunctorily.
"What's the point of acting like a spoiled child at this time?" the man frowned.
An Rao:?
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