Chapter 7 Pirate Ship 6 He didn't even ask anyone to work overtime! ……
An Rao looked up at the other players in the restaurant. Some of them had not changed, while others had grown strange tentacles on their heads. An Rao subconsciously touched his face and glanced at Baichuan, who also had not eaten. Baichuan had not changed at all.
"Eating will trigger alienation." Baichuan said.
An Rao nodded. Bai Chuan was not wrong, but the more this person was not wrong, the more scared he felt. It was as if he knew all the rules here in advance, so he could always make sure not to take a wrong step and remain calm in the face of any scene.
Eating can turn people into monsters. The degree of alienation of each person in the restaurant is different. It seems that the degree of alienation is positively correlated with the amount of food eaten.
This bizarre scene before him just answered a question that had always been on An Rao's mind - how to calculate the game time.
At present, it seems that the way to pass the pirate ship is to complete the tasks issued by the boss or defeat the boss, but the tasks cannot have no completion time limit, otherwise the player can choose to stay in the game forever.
Obviously, the way of calculating time in the Pirate Ship game is alienation. It is impossible for people not to eat. Even if they know that eating is equal to alienation, it is useless. It is okay to skip one or two meals, but don't forget that the captain has arranged heavy physical work for the sailors, so they can only eat more in a day.
Sure enough, soon there were bursts of terrified screams and the sound of tables and chairs falling in the restaurant.
"Ah? What's wrong with this person?" Su Ming pulled An Rao's sleeve and pointed at a person in front and asked.
The man's ears were covered with bone spurs and there was a thin protrusion on the top of his head that looked like a fishing rod, making him look very much like a frogfish that is good at camouflage in the sea.
An Rao looked at Su Ming with sympathy.
"Ah, could this happen to me?!" The child immediately started touching his face in panic.
"It's okay, everything will change. I just happened to not eat this meal. After eating today, I will also start to turn into a fish." An Rao patted the boy's shoulder and comforted him.
Su Ming: Wuuuu, I don’t feel comforted at all!
Before everyone could identify each other's species again, the colorful parrot had quietly stood in front of the restaurant door, watching the crazy and bloody scene in the restaurant. One could even read appreciation in its eyes.
An Rao suddenly remembered what the ugly cook said: Be careful of the parrot's eyes.
"Work! Work!" the parrot screamed at the top of its voice, flapping its wings.
An Rao checked his wristband. It was seven o'clock in the morning, exactly.
"Let's go." An Rao stood up and motioned Su Ming and Bai Chuan to go to the deck.
"Even if the captain is not here, you must work hard. The parrot is his eyes." An Rao reminded Su Ming.
"Yeah, thanks, boss!" Perhaps out of gratitude to An Rao for saving his life, Su Ming unilaterally appointed himself as An Rao's little follower.
Su Ming was the gunner. He had already found the cannon he was in charge of and began to load the ammunition carefully. Bai Chuan was the navigator and had naturally climbed to the lookout on the main mast. An Rao, the little cleaner, also began to scrub the deck diligently.
After the restaurant tragedy and personal experience of alienation, no one was in the mood to joke anymore. All the players had realized that they were facing a life-and-death game and were now running for their lives! Even if this was a VR game, based on the experience of the two unlucky players who died in front of them, the pain of dying in the game was no less.
Everyone started to work tremblingly. Unlike yesterday, no one spoke today.
The weather was still bad, the waves were huge, and visibility was still low. Baichuan frowned and looked at the crumbling black shadow in the distance. A night passed, and the distance between the pirate ship and it had not changed. Was it really a ship?
The wind speed began to pick up. Kashiwa stared at the wind vane and shouted to the deck: "Raise the mainsail!"
The restless sailor on the deck immediately began to frantically release the ropes.
The man with a crooked cross tattooed on his neck looked nervous. He and several other people had just laughed at the little cleaner who looked like he couldn't even catch a chicken, and then the two men died straight in front of him. After he finished a whole plate of rice, a thin membrane grew between his fingers, and his hands became more and more webbed!
When he was assigned as a sailor, the cross man thought he was lucky. It seemed much easier to raise and lower the sail than to be a gunner. But now... his hands with membranes growing out of them couldn't hold the thick ropes tightly, let alone tie knots! How to tie knots when the fingers can't be separated? !
The cable kept slipping on the rope pole. The newly grown membrane was extremely delicate, and the slightest friction from the rough cable was excruciatingly painful. The man with the cross was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and wanted to cry but had no tears.
"It's tied wrongly! Fool!" the parrot screamed, flapping its wings.
"Don't shout!" The man with the cross was already impatient and trying hard to cover up his mistake at work. If he was seen by the parrot and shouted loudly, and the captain heard it, he would be finished!
In a rage, he reached out to grab the parrot, hoping to make it shut up, but the parrot was very agile, and the cross man and the bird circled around the mast.
"It's the wrong way!"
"Shut up, damn bird!"
"It's the wrong way!"
"If you scream again, I'll pluck your hair and cook you into soup!"
The man with the cross gnashed his teeth in hatred, but the parrot could never fly high, and its beautiful tail feathers always just slipped past his thin filmy hands, giving him the illusion that he could catch the parrot in the next second. He just wanted to catch the parrot and throw it to other people who couldn't work, so that it wouldn't cling to him.
What did he do wrong?
A crosswind blew violently, and the sail boom that he was responsible for was not tied securely, so it was blown sideways by the wind and hit the cross man directly on the back of his head. With a "bang", the cross man fell to the ground on the deck.
The man with the cross lay on the ground with black eyes for a long time. When his vision gradually became clear, he saw a pair of black boots. He raised his head along the boots and saw the captain's dirty face. Pais's turbid eye was staring at him without any warmth.
“Why don’t you work?”
"I, I'm working! I can't tie my hands tightly!" The cross man stretched out his hands tremblingly to show Pais.
"If you don't do your job well, you will be punished." Pais pulled out a long whip from his waist with an expressionless face, hit it in the air with a "snap" sound, and then whipped it directly on the hand of the man with the cross.
“Bang!”
"Ah!" The cross man screamed, and a bright red whip mark immediately appeared on the back of his hand. The newly grown tender membrane was directly split by the whip, and then the second, third, and third marks appeared...
"You," Pais ordered mercilessly, looking at the sailor who was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, holding his two bloody and shapeless hands and crying, "Go back and wipe all the decorations in the room."
What kind of weird punishment is this?
The man on the cross, who thought he was doomed, immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the captain, praising him loudly and excitedly: "Thank you, Captain! Thank you, Captain!"
An Rao narrowed his eyes. Although Captain Pais was very impressive, the orders he gave each time were not very important. He assigned tasks and keys and asked everyone to go to bed and get up early. He didn't even ask everyone to work overtime! It was as if he wanted everyone to work for him in good health for fifty years.
Now that someone fails to complete their work, he just beats them up and asks them to go back and clean up?
He seemed to be afraid of something. Was he the boss? As the master of the ship, what was he afraid of?
During lunch, An Rao and Bai Chuan passed by the Cross Man's room and saw him carefully wiping a gold cross inlaid with jewels. The membranes between his fingers were all torn by the whip and were bleeding. It made people feel pain for him, but the Cross Man seemed to feel no pain at all. He was in a very good mood while humming a song and wiping the decorations.
The pure gold cross shone brightly in the sun, stinging An Rao's eyes. He glanced at Bai Chuan from the side and found that Bai Chuan also had a solemn expression, and his light amber eyes were staring at the people in the room.
"He will die tonight." An Rao turned around and said to Su Ming who was following him obediently.
"Ah? Why?" Su Ming was confused.
"He touched the ornaments with his hands." The rules cannot provide invalid information. Even if the reasoning is that there is no penalty for touching as a prerequisite for damage, there are still the six blackened words. Since this rule is about touching, the six blackened words are most likely related to touching.
Yesterday, both he and Baichuan touched the decorations through their clothes, and the room of the bald man No. 25 was a mess, so he probably touched the decorations with his hands.
But what's strange is that even if touching the ornaments is a death rule, Pais, as the captain of the ship, clearly has the ability to kill people himself, so why did he have to be so roundabout?
"Ah? Will I die if I play with the decorations in the room?" Su Ming's voice sounded a little desperate.
"Um?"
Then, under the gazes of An Rao and Bai Chuan, Su Ming silently took out a beautiful leather notebook from his pocket.
An Rao: ...
Bai Chuan:......
An Rao pulled Su Ming into the room and started to educate the child on safety precautions. He then asked Su Ming exactly what he touched, how he touched it, and for how long, with precision to the minute and centimeter.
"I just took a notebook, and there was a diary written on it. I found it interesting, so I just took it and read it..." Su Ming's face was full of grievance.
"So you touched everything on the cabinet?" An Rao asked in shock.
"Not yet..." Su Ming's voice became smaller and smaller.
"Have you touched this?" An Rao asked, pointing at the golden snuff bottle on the cabinet in Su Ming's room.
"No, this thing is too ugly to satisfy the landlord's taste. Why should I touch it?" Su Ming regained some confidence.
An Rao: ...
Okay, okay, okay, yes, yes, you two both regard money as dirt, but I am the only one who is vulgar, right?
"The current situation is that An Rao and I have touched ordinary ornaments in the room through the cloth, and we are fine. Su Ming has touched ordinary ornaments in the room with his hands, and he is fine. None of the three of us have touched jewelry ornaments. Therefore, we can at least conclude that touching ordinary ornaments with your hands will not trigger the death conditions." Baichuan said.
"The room of the bald man who died at number 25 was a mess, and all the ornaments were moved. It is speculated that he touched all the ornaments with his hands, and then he died. The problem may have occurred when he touched the jewelry ornaments," An Rao added.
"Then...what about the short uncle who died first?" Su Ming pushed his glasses. "Didn't you say he didn't touch anything?"
"So touching the ornaments is not the only condition for death. He went out at night." An Rao said.
"There is another possibility," Baichuan said in a deep voice, "The captain is not a murderous boss, otherwise why didn't he just kill the man with the cross tattoo?"
"Either there are more than one boss on the pirate ship, Pais, or there are more rules of death than just touching the ornaments." An Rao came to a desperate conclusion.
"By the way, do you still remember the second half of Article 5 of the Pirate Ship Game Rules?" An Rao suddenly asked.
"Remember, remember, don't say anything. The last six words are blacked out." Su Ming began to nod like a chicken pecking at rice again.
Eh? Not bad, An Rao looked at Su Ming approvingly. This child is well-behaved and obedient, and has a good memory. He is very useful!
As useful as Kashiwa!
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