You participated in a reality show, thinking it was a game about a million dollars, but you didn't expect that the story would suddenly take a 180-degree turn at the end. A
terrifying tentacle appeared on the luxury cruise ship. The monster, which looked like a mutated squid, went on a killing spree, eating people as food and sucking a person dry in one bite. It could be called a "sucking octopus".
Hmm? Don't ask why it's a squid and an octopus at the same time. It works anyway.
Which movie monster is not a stitched monster?
Faced with such a weird scene, you and your companions worked together, and after experiencing common plots such as infighting, fighting, and cooperation, you finally sank it in the sea.
However, the exploding waves swallowed up the survivors. Some were abandoned, while others retained their kindness. Everyone held on to their last breath and survived the tragic ending of drowning.
Daybreak, the boat came, and you were rescued.
The morning sun, the fishing boat, hot water, blankets, and beds.
What a classic ending scene, the next second you can jump out of the credits.
But -
isn't this strange?
Is reality really like a Hollywood movie, with such a wonderful beginning, development, and ending? If I have to say, it is more like a Korean disaster movie. The initial call for help was weird, and there was no sign of damage to the power system, not to mention Jenny's sacrifice...
There was a conspiracy.
Jian Jing always felt that the arrival of this ship was too coincidental, so coincidental that she would not feel at ease if she didn't investigate it.
She didn't drink any of the water the crew poured for her, but drank the fresh water in the life raft before boarding the ship. She never had the chance to eat the meal replacement bar she got at the gym N years ago, so she just nibbled on it to restore her strength.
Someone was patrolling outside.
Jian Jing wiped the biscuit crumbs from her lips and rolled her eyes: You say you are a fishing boat, but these crew members are so fierce, can they be caught for fishing?
This is not a pirate ship.
She complained and moved more carefully. She climbed the railing and carefully moved towards the most heavily guarded room.
The five sense cards were turned on and the hearing was amplified.
Korean, I didn't understand, so I quickly drew a card and got the system's thoughtful [Prop Card·Voice Pack] again.
"Have they all been confirmed?"
"Yes, all the survivors are asleep."
"What about the Chinese girl?"
"She was soundly asleep. I saw her drink water with my own eyes."
"That's good. The boss has told us to pay special attention to her."
"She's just a woman. So what if she's smarter?"
"Be careful."
"Got it."
The unknown person pretending to be a crew member finished talking, and the one with a higher status entered the room to report: "Boss, everything is ready. We can start at any time."
"Very good." A hoarse voice answered. Jian
Jing couldn't recognize who it was. She hooked her toes on the railing, bit her braid, and fell over to take a look.
The old man was not tall. His hair seemed black, but the roots were white. His plump face drooped slightly, and the air he exhaled carried the decadent smell of rotten cotton wool.
This old man looks familiar.
She remembered that he was the chairman of 3Q Group.
Let me repeat it again. 3Q Group is one of the sponsors of "The King of Mystery". It is a well-known Korean tycoon. The sunken "Flying World" is his private cruise ship.
Well, according to the routine of Korean dramas, this man is the mastermind behind the scenes.
But Jian Jing still did not take any action.
Chairman 3Q said, "Let's get ready."
"Dad." Next to him was a middle-aged woman in a suit, with short hair and diamond earrings. She looked about the same as him and had a humble demeanor. "Are we really going to do this?"
The chairman cast a stern glance, a fierce look that was very inconsistent with her old body: "What do you want to say?"
"I definitely don't mean to question Dad." The middle-aged woman was terrified. "It's just such an important ceremony, is it okay to hand it over to an outsider?"
The chairman softened his expression slightly: "You have witnessed the master's power with your own eyes. If it weren't for him, I would have died long ago. Besides, I have no room for hesitation."
A trace of deathly gray appeared on his face: "There are only ten days left in the three-month deadline."
"I understand." The woman said respectfully, "I am willing to give everything for my father's career."
"Very good." The chairman nodded and closed his eyes to rest.
People walked into the room one after another. They were all wearing the same black suits and were neatly dressed, as if they were dignitaries ready to visit abroad at any time.
Several people nodded to each other, and they must be familiar with each other.
The middle-aged woman picked up a plate on the table and distributed the prepared white cloth strips one by one.
They took it, tied the handkerchiefs with red stripes around their wrists, and tied their hands tightly together. Then, according to a certain order, they knelt down on the futon in silence.
It formed a circle.
The middle-aged woman drew the curtains and lit the candles and incense in the room. The hazy fragrance drifted, rich and intoxicating, which made people involuntarily have the illusion of dizziness.
The elderly chairman stood up with the help of a cane, sat down at the twelve o'clock position in the circle, and said slowly: "Today is the most important day in the history of the séance. Thank you all for coming to participate in today's prayer."
The others bowed their heads, extremely respectful: "Our respect for God has never faded."
The chairman nodded and said hoarsely: "Perhaps you have heard that three months ago, my heart suddenly stopped beating, and I couldn't be rescued for half an hour. Fortunately, a master came to save my life."
His slow tone had a convincing power in the sweet incense.
"Who is this master?" the middle-aged man on the left asked, "The séance must thank him."
"He was originally a member of the séance. The elders should remember that twenty years ago..." the chairman hinted vaguely, "Back then, the séance was still called the Heart Redemption Society. Under the guidance of my father, a ceremony to cleanse sins was held, and he was the host."
Several older people suddenly realized, "It turned out to be Master Tianqi."
"He's been gone for too long." The old lady with shiny white hair sighed, "I almost forgot about him."
The chairman said, "Master Tianqi traveled across the ocean just to find the traces of the gods. Although he paid an unimaginable price, he still succeeded."
The others were immediately excited.
"Successful?"
"Did he hold the ceremony smoothly?"
"The descent of the gods was successful?"
The chairman said, "Yes, he succeeded. I witnessed the miracle with my own eyes." He looked around at the people around him and said slowly, "I know you have doubts, I will prove this." He
coughed twice and unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, two by two. The expensive custom-made shirt opened, revealing the old man's aging body and the "heart" exposed outside his chest.
It must be the heart, which pulls the blood vessels of the whole body, beating and contracting regularly, pumping blood to the whole body. But this is definitely not the heart that people are familiar with.
Black roots are coiled on it, like welded metal parts, connecting the heart to the major blood vessels. The blood soaks the roots, making them shiny red and black, and the newly grown roots tremble slightly with the heartbeat.
"This is..."
The chairman buttoned up his shirt and said slowly, "Everyone, from the time my father founded the Heart Redemption Society forty years ago to today's séance, we have experienced too much. Some people joined, some betrayed, and some doubted, but only we know that all our efforts will be rewarded - God will not abandon anyone. As long as you are pious and humble enough, God will surely give us guidance and lead us to the land of happiness when the time comes."
He stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of his chest, then clenched it into a fist and put it against his chest.
The others also made the same gesture.
"Today, I will spread the gospel of God to every pious person as written in the Holy Book." The chairman said, "Let's get started."
"Yes, father." The middle-aged woman went out for a while and brought back an acquaintance.
The screenwriter who was rescued by Raj and Andre before. He was hired by "The King of Mystery" in Asia for the localization of the story. He was responsible for compiling the content of the witchcraft part.
He called the chairman "Uncle."
"Did you get it?" the chairman asked.
The screenwriter nodded nervously and took out the safe in his arms - this was the box used to draw capsule toys at that time. In order to create a gimmick of confidentiality, "The King of Mystery" specially chose this safe, which is said to be the strongest in the world, to keep it.
After the lottery was over, the safe was abandoned and hidden by the screenwriter.
He opened the safe, revealing a group of struggling tentacles. No, at this moment, it is not difficult to find that the so-called tentacles are actually still roots.
The roots parasitize a soft-bodied creature similar to an octopus. The tentacles are just a layer of armor, which is now tattered and has become a beggar's outfit, unable to stop the parasitic entity inside.
"What is this?" the old lady asked.
The chairman said, "It is the awakening god guide. It is the only medium to summon the gods." He was unwilling to say more and signaled the screenwriter to take the thing and put it on the altar.
"Let's start."
Soft music sounded in the room, and a new incense was replaced.
The elderly recited the scriptures in unison: "Ancient and distant gods, please bless the believers in the world. We have cleansed our sins and we yearn for the sacred heaven-"
White smoke rose and the room was filled with mist.
The people participating in the ceremony fell into a state that was neither dream nor reality.
The roots broke free of the mollusk's armor and expanded in all directions, quickly growing from the size of a basketball into a spread fishing net.
The tentacles entangled the people sitting around, who stood motionless with dreamy smiles on their faces.
The middle-aged woman kneeling behind the chairman slowly raised her head and clasped her hands together. The veins on the back of her hands showed how hard she was exerting.
After about two breaths, she slowly stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.
Bowing: "Lord." The
screenwriter, who had disappeared at some point, came in pushing a wheelchair. In the wheelchair, Qi Tian, who was wrapped up like a burn patient, was looking at the food wrapped in the roots with interest.
They have completely fallen into a coma and will not feel pain or wake up. The anesthetic contained in the roots is enough to make them die unconsciously.
"Lord," the screenwriter asked, "Do you want to take action?"
"No rush." Qitian waved his hand, they were just a group of greedy and shameless old people, and he was gathering around them like flies when he gave him some sweets. They were extremely stupid.
He was more concerned about another thing: "Have you got what I want you to get?"
The screenwriter took out a sealed bag from his arms without hesitation: "As you asked, I found her hair in Jian Jing's room. As for the blood, I'm sorry, I couldn't get it."
"This is enough." Qi Tian twisted the hair in the bag. In a few days of playing, no less than a hundred hairs would fall out naturally.
He took out the cut paper figure from his sleeve, pressed his fingertips to hold the hair, bit his finger, and dripped a few drops of blood on the paper figure. Strangely, his blood did not soak through the paper, but formed a waterproof film on the paper figure.
"This time, you can't escape." Qi Tian twisted his face and stabbed the golden needle in his hand.
Almost at the same time, an arrow passed through the gap in the window, swept through the gap between the curtains, and accurately shot into his chest.