Brody was placed in a single room, at the head of the hallway, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes, and Krastsov's words didn't have no effect.

However, this was no longer a matter of concern to Brody, who sat down on his bed and let his beard slam against the iron door behind him.

It was a bunk bed, rusty, or more like blood, and a faint fishy smell in the air, even if the smell of diesel fuel could not be concealed.

Brody sat on the bed, looking at the dirty futon, I don't know how long it had been placed, and after pulling it away with his hand, two unknown black bugs came out and flapped their wings and flapped.

"Kill me, please," said a line on the wall against the bed, which seemed to be made of blood, and Brody touched it, some of the broken nails still glued to it.

What happened to this room, and who it lived in, no one knows, but now it belongs to Brody's space.

He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed, pulling the cup over his head, the musty smell pungent. It must still smell of tears and urine, Brody suddenly thought.

When he opened his eyes, he found that on the upper bed, there were a pair of big eyes, staring at him, blood red.

Even though Brody had been following the officer for a long time and had seen a lot of terrifying things, he still scared him out of his guts for no reason.

Wrapped in a quilt, he rolled to the ground and rolled directly to the bottom of a folding table, and there was also a pair of eyes underneath.

Brody jumped up with a cry and rushed in the direction of the door, and after a few pulls, there was no way to pull at all, he felt as if there was a person standing behind him, gradually walking towards him.

His back was cold, and he grabbed the handle of the iron door and pressed his whole body against the door, eager to embed himself in it.

The person behind him felt closer, and Brody could even feel his breathing, his temperature—cold.

The man seemed to be teasing him, without any sound or movement, just standing quietly behind him. Brody's eyes were closed, and he could feel those horrified bloody eyes staring at the back of his head.

Who the hell is he? Is it a ghost? Brody's teeth are fighting, is he going to eat me, or...

As the minutes ticked by, Brody's shabby shirt was already wet with sweat, his hand holding the doorknob was stiff, and a chill spread from the depths of his spine to all parts of his body, and his hands were even colder than the iron door.

What exactly is he going to do?

Brody couldn't help himself, he turned sharply, his eyes closed, his hands waving wildly in front of him, but he didn't touch anything.

Finally, when he got tired, he quietly narrowed his eyes and found that there was no one in front of him.

Only then did he see that there were many places in this room with those terrifying eyes, and there were bloody handprints on the walls, on the ground, on the tables and chairs.

Fighting back his fear, Brody approached a pair of eyes on the wall closest to her, which had only been drawn.

The blood had long since dried up, turned black-brown, and in some places it had fallen off, and some blood residue had fallen on the ground.

The eyes are very rough drawn, there are no eyelids, just simple pupils and eye circles, but they look very real strangely. Brody always had the feeling that his eyes were looking at him.

"What's the noise?" Suddenly there was the sound of a bearded man outside the door, and he slammed the door open, looking at Brody very dissatisfied, but did not come in. When he saw the bloody eyes on the wall, he clearly shivered.

"I... Afraid. Brody pointed to her eyes and whispered.

"I'm afraid of a fart!" the bearded man took another half step back, allowing himself to stand completely outside the door.

"It's just a painting, what's there to be afraid of, and then shouting and throwing you into the sea to feed the fish. With that, he slammed the door again and walked away with a thud.

Brody curled up in a corner with the quilt in his hands, it was getting dark outside, and he couldn't hear anyone but the sound of a diesel engine.

All the children were silent, no one dared to make a sound, and they stayed in their room, not knowing what they were doing.

He was actually very tired, and for the last two days the officer had been moving at full speed in order to get on the road, and the road conditions were so bad that Brody felt like his internal organs were going to spit out of his mouth.

A small piece of black bread didn't fill his growing belly, which was almost digested by this time, and he leaned against the wall, cold and afraid. Brody didn't know if he should hate the officer or something.

Along the way, the officer treated him well, and he ate a lot of things that he had never seen before, and even ate bread whiter than a girl's skin.

However, the officers killed his parents and brought him from his hometown to this place.

Brody was still young, and she didn't even know what she was supposed to be thinking. He just felt as if those eyes were all looking at him.

The boat was not too stable, it was shaky, and the wind and waves were very strong outside, and the boat was thrown up and down from time to time.

The sun had been setting, the light from the windows was getting dimmer, and the whole room was beginning to be covered in darkness.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, as if his eyelids had been filled with lead, he looked around the room, for fear that when he blinked, a pair of blood-glittering eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

But no.

Until finally he couldn't hold on, and leaned against the wall and fell asleep, and the room was deadly silent, and even the two insects didn't come out to wander around, probably running away with the beard.

Brody was woken up by the roar of his beard, probably this man didn't know what a normal person was like, he was always blushing and snorting, squirting fishy wine, and holding a stick thicker than Brody's legs.

With a beard, he's more like a gorilla all the time.

"Get out of here, and sleep like a dead pig. The beard still didn't come in, and the stick pounded on the door frame, and the ears hurt.

Brody threw away the quilt and struggled to stand up against the wall, his back numb from leaning against the wall all night. Anyone who has lived in a ship knows that the coldness of the hull seeps in through the steel, the chill in the endless water.

His limbs were also numb, and Brody had been holding his legs in his arms all night, and when he stood up, his legs were crawling like ants, gnawing at his veins and muscles.

"Fuck, you're not done yet, are you standing there waiting for me to shove the drumstick in your mouth?" or do you want to try the stick first?"

Brody limped towards the door, and before he could step out, he was grabbed by his hair by his beard, and a huge force slammed his thin body into the air, and then slammed into the wall of the hallway.

A hard thing slapped him in the face, and his mouth was immediately filled with the sweet smell of blood, and his lips were trampled on, which were the big boots with a beard.

The soles of his shoes were even bigger than Brody's head, and he could hear his jaw crumbling on the verge of shattering.

"Be smart, and I'll crush your head if you slow down. After grinding his beard twice, he angrily lifted his foot, and then kicked Brody, "Don't play dead, get out of here." ”

"What are you looking at? Do you want to try it too?" In the distance, the children had already come out of their rooms, and Brody was the last one, gathered not far away, looking at this side with a look of sympathy or fear.

Hearing the scolding of the bearded man, everyone quickly turned around and didn't dare to turn their heads to look at it again.

Brody crawled to his feet, coughed, and spat out a mouthful of blood. A small piece of skin had been scraped off his face by the sole of his shoe, and when he saw that his beard was about to lift his feet again, he hurriedly ran a few steps to the children's pile.

The children all avoided the plague gods and fled in both directions, they didn't want to be unlucky with them.

The bearded man did not continue to beat him, and drove the children up the stairs very impatiently. No one made a sound, everyone was cautious, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

The hallway was narrow, but everyone was leaning against the walls on either side, and Brody's side was empty, and no one wanted to go near him.

When I passed by the infirmary, Krastsov was still lying there, and the two doctors were gone. On the table next to him, there were piles of blood-stained bandages, and I don't know what the doctor did to him last night.

Hearing the footsteps of everyone passing by, Krastsov slowly opened his eyes, his mouth open, but he didn't make a sound.

"You'll be fine. I don't know why, Brody couldn't help but say such a sentence with his mouth, maybe Krastsov. was really annoying, but for Brody, he was already one of the people he had been with the longest.

krastsov. blinked his eyes, I don't know if I understood. Tbrody was placed in a single room, at the head of the hallway, and everyone looked at him with a strange look, and Krastsov's words were not without effect.

However, this was no longer a matter of concern to Brody, who sat down on his bed and let his beard slam against the iron door behind him.

It was a bunk bed, rusty, or more like blood, and a faint fishy smell in the air, even if the smell of diesel fuel could not be concealed.

Brody sat on the bed, looking at the dirty futon, I don't know how long it had been placed, and after pulling it away with his hand, two unknown black bugs came out and flapped their wings and flapped.

"Kill me, please," said a line on the wall against the bed, which seemed to be made of blood, and Brody touched it, some of the broken nails still glued to it.

What happened to this room, and who it lived in, no one knows, but now it belongs to Brody's space.

He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed, pulling the cup over his head, the musty smell pungent. It must still smell of tears and urine, Brody suddenly thought.

When he opened his eyes, he found that on the upper bed, there were a pair of big eyes, staring at him, blood red.

Even though Brody had been following the officer for a long time and had seen a lot of terrifying things, he still scared him out of his guts for no reason.

Wrapped in a quilt, he rolled to the ground and rolled directly to the bottom of a folding table, and there was also a pair of eyes underneath.

Brody jumped up with a cry and rushed in the direction of the door, and after a few pulls, there was no way to pull at all, he felt as if there was a person standing behind him, gradually walking towards him.

His back was cold, and he grabbed the handle of the iron door and pressed his whole body against the door, eager to embed himself in it.

The person behind him felt closer, and Brody could even feel his breathing, his temperature—cold.

The man seemed to be teasing him, without any sound or movement, just standing quietly behind him. Brody's eyes were closed, and he could feel those horrified bloody eyes staring at the back of his head.

Who the hell is he? Is it a ghost? Brody's teeth are fighting, is he going to eat me, or...

As the minutes ticked by, Brody's shabby shirt was already wet with sweat, his hand holding the doorknob was stiff, and a chill spread from the depths of his spine to all parts of his body, and his hands were even colder than the iron door.

What exactly is he going to do?

Brody couldn't help himself, he turned sharply, his eyes closed, his hands waving wildly in front of him, but he didn't touch anything.

Finally, when he got tired, he quietly narrowed his eyes and found that there was no one in front of him.

Only then did he see that there were many places in this room with those terrifying eyes, and there were bloody handprints on the walls, on the ground, on the tables and chairs.

Fighting back his fear, Brody approached a pair of eyes on the wall closest to her, which had only been drawn.

The blood had long since dried up, turned black-brown, and in some places it had fallen off, and some blood residue had fallen on the ground.

The eyes are very rough drawn, there are no eyelids, just simple pupils and eye circles, but they look very real strangely. Brody always had the feeling that his eyes were looking at him.

"What's the noise?" Suddenly there was the sound of a bearded man outside the door, and he slammed the door open, looking at Brody very dissatisfied, but did not come in. When he saw the bloody eyes on the wall, he clearly shivered.

"I... Afraid. Brody pointed to her eyes and whispered.

"I'm afraid of a fart!" the bearded man took another half step back, allowing himself to stand completely outside the door.

"It's just a painting, what's there to be afraid of, and then shouting and throwing you into the sea to feed the fish. With that, he slammed the door again and walked away with a thud.

Brody curled up in a corner with the quilt in his hands, it was getting dark outside, and he couldn't hear anyone but the sound of a diesel engine.

All the children were silent, no one dared to make a sound, and they stayed in their room, not knowing what they were doing.

He was actually very tired, and for the last two days the officer had been moving at full speed in order to get on the road, and the road conditions were so bad that Brody felt like his internal organs were going to spit out of his mouth.

A small piece of black bread didn't fill his growing belly, which was almost digested by this time, and he leaned against the wall, cold and afraid. Brody didn't know if he should hate the officer or something.

Along the way, the officer treated him well, and he ate a lot of things that he had never seen before, and even ate bread whiter than a girl's skin.

However, the officers killed his parents and brought him from his hometown to this place.

Brody was still young, and she didn't even know what she was supposed to be thinking. He just felt as if those eyes were all looking at him.

The boat was not too stable, it was shaky, and the wind and waves were very strong outside, and the boat was thrown up and down from time to time.

The sun had been setting, the light from the windows was getting dimmer, and the whole room was beginning to be covered in darkness.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, as if his eyelids had been filled with lead, he looked around the room, for fear that when he blinked, a pair of blood-glittering eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

But no.

Until finally he couldn't hold on, and leaned against the wall and fell asleep, and the room was deadly silent, and even the two insects didn't come out to wander around, probably running away with the beard.

Brody was woken up by the roar of his beard, probably this man didn't know what a normal person was like, he was always blushing and snorting, squirting fishy wine, and holding a stick thicker than Brody's legs.

With a beard, he's more like a gorilla all the time.

"Get out of here, and sleep like a dead pig. The beard still didn't come in, and the stick pounded on the door frame, and the ears hurt.

Brody threw away the quilt and struggled to stand up against the wall, his back numb from leaning against the wall all night. Anyone who has lived in a ship knows that the coldness of the hull seeps in through the steel, the chill in the endless water.

His limbs were also numb, and Brody had been holding his legs in his arms all night, and when he stood up, his legs were crawling like ants, gnawing at his veins and muscles.

"Fuck, you're not done yet, are you standing there waiting for me to shove the drumstick in your mouth?" or do you want to try the stick first?"

Brody limped towards the door, and before he could step out, he was grabbed by his hair by his beard, and a huge force slammed his thin body into the air, and then slammed into the wall of the hallway.

A hard thing slapped him in the face, and his mouth was immediately filled with the sweet smell of blood, and his lips were trampled on, which were the big boots with a beard.

The soles of his shoes were even bigger than Brody's head, and he could hear his jaw crumbling on the verge of shattering.

"Be smart, and I'll crush your head if you slow down. After grinding his beard twice, he angrily lifted his foot, and then kicked Brody, "Don't play dead, get out of here." ”

"What are you looking at? Do you want to try it too?" In the distance, the children had already come out of their rooms, and Brody was the last one, gathered not far away, looking at this side with a look of sympathy or fear.

Hearing the scolding of the bearded man, everyone quickly turned around and didn't dare to turn their heads to look at it again.

Brody crawled to his feet, coughed, and spat out a mouthful of blood. A small piece of skin had been scraped off his face by the sole of his shoe, and when he saw that his beard was about to lift his feet again, he hurriedly ran a few steps to the children's pile.

The children all avoided the plague gods and fled in both directions, they didn't want to be unlucky with them.

The bearded man did not continue to beat him, and drove the children up the stairs very impatiently. No one made a sound, everyone was cautious, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

The hallway was narrow, but everyone was leaning against the walls on either side, and Brody's side was empty, and no one wanted to go near him.

When I passed by the infirmary, Krastsov was still lying there, and the two doctors were gone. On the table next to him, there were piles of blood-stained bandages, and I don't know what the doctor did to him last night.

Hearing the footsteps of everyone passing by, Krastsov slowly opened his eyes, his mouth open, but he didn't make a sound.

"You'll be fine. I don't know why, Brody couldn't help but say such a sentence with his mouth, maybe Krastsov. was really annoying, but for Brody, he was already one of the people he had been with the longest.

krastsov. blinked his eyes, I don't know if I understood. Brody was placed in a single room, at the head of the hallway, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes, and Krastsov's words didn't have no effect.

However, this was no longer a matter of concern to Brody, who sat down on his bed and let his beard slam against the iron door behind him.

It was a bunk bed, rusty, or more like blood, and a faint fishy smell in the air, even if the smell of diesel fuel could not be concealed.

Brody sat on the bed, looking at the dirty futon, I don't know how long it had been placed, and after pulling it away with his hand, two unknown black bugs came out and flapped their wings and flapped.

"Kill me, please," said a line on the wall against the bed, which seemed to be made of blood, and Brody touched it, some of the broken nails still glued to it.

What happened to this room, and who it lived in, no one knows, but now it belongs to Brody's space.

He kicked off his shoes and lay down on the bed, pulling the cup over his head, the musty smell pungent. It must still smell of tears and urine, Brody suddenly thought.

When he opened his eyes, he found that on the upper bed, there were a pair of big eyes, staring at him, blood red.

Even though Brody had been following the officer for a long time and had seen a lot of terrifying things, he still scared him out of his guts for no reason.

Wrapped in a quilt, he rolled to the ground and rolled directly to the bottom of a folding table, and there was also a pair of eyes underneath.

Brody jumped up with a cry and rushed in the direction of the door, and after a few pulls, there was no way to pull at all, he felt as if there was a person standing behind him, gradually walking towards him.

His back was cold, and he grabbed the handle of the iron door and pressed his whole body against the door, eager to embed himself in it.

The person behind him felt closer, and Brody could even feel his breathing, his temperature—cold.

The man seemed to be teasing him, without any sound or movement, just standing quietly behind him. Brody's eyes were closed, and he could feel those horrified bloody eyes staring at the back of his head.

Who the hell is he? Is it a ghost? Brody's teeth are fighting, is he going to eat me, or...

As the minutes ticked by, Brody's shabby shirt was already wet with sweat, his hand holding the doorknob was stiff, and a chill spread from the depths of his spine to all parts of his body, and his hands were even colder than the iron door.

What exactly is he going to do?

Brody couldn't help himself, he turned sharply, his eyes closed, his hands waving wildly in front of him, but he didn't touch anything.

Finally, when he got tired, he quietly narrowed his eyes and found that there was no one in front of him.

Only then did he see that there were many places in this room with those terrifying eyes, and there were bloody handprints on the walls, on the ground, on the tables and chairs.

Fighting back his fear, Brody approached a pair of eyes on the wall closest to her, which had only been drawn.

The blood had long since dried up, turned black-brown, and in some places it had fallen off, and some blood residue had fallen on the ground.

The eyes are very rough drawn, there are no eyelids, just simple pupils and eye circles, but they look very real strangely. Brody always had the feeling that his eyes were looking at him.

"What's the noise?" Suddenly there was the sound of a bearded man outside the door, and he slammed the door open, looking at Brody very dissatisfied, but did not come in. When he saw the bloody eyes on the wall, he clearly shivered.

"I... Afraid. Brody pointed to her eyes and whispered.

"I'm afraid of a fart!" the bearded man took another half step back, allowing himself to stand completely outside the door.

"It's just a painting, what's there to be afraid of, and then shouting and throwing you into the sea to feed the fish. With that, he slammed the door again and walked away with a thud.

Brody curled up in a corner with the quilt in his hands, it was getting dark outside, and he couldn't hear anyone but the sound of a diesel engine.

All the children were silent, no one dared to make a sound, and they stayed in their room, not knowing what they were doing.

He was actually very tired, and for the last two days the officer had been moving at full speed in order to get on the road, and the road conditions were so bad that Brody felt like his internal organs were going to spit out of his mouth.

A small piece of black bread didn't fill his growing belly, which was almost digested by this time, and he leaned against the wall, cold and afraid. Brody didn't know if he should hate the officer or something.

Along the way, the officer treated him well, and he ate a lot of things that he had never seen before, and even ate bread whiter than a girl's skin.

However, the officers killed his parents and brought him from his hometown to this place.

Brody was still young, and she didn't even know what she was supposed to be thinking. He just felt as if those eyes were all looking at him.

The boat was not too stable, it was shaky, and the wind and waves were very strong outside, and the boat was thrown up and down from time to time.

The sun had been setting, the light from the windows was getting dimmer, and the whole room was beginning to be covered in darkness.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, as if his eyelids had been filled with lead, he looked around the room, for fear that when he blinked, a pair of blood-glittering eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

But no.

Until finally he couldn't hold on, and leaned against the wall and fell asleep, and the room was deadly silent, and even the two insects didn't come out to wander around, probably running away with the beard.

All night, there was only the never-ending noise of the diesel engine and the shallow snoring of Brody.

Brody was woken up by the roar of his beard, probably this man didn't know what a normal person was like, he was always blushing and snorting, squirting fishy wine, and holding a stick thicker than Brody's legs.

With a beard, he is more like a gorilla.

"Get out of here, and sleep like a dead pig. The beard still didn't come in, and the stick pounded on the door frame, and the ears hurt.

Brody threw away the quilt and struggled to stand up against the wall, his back numb from leaning against the wall all night. Anyone who has lived in a ship knows that the coldness of the hull seeps in through the steel, the chill in the endless water.

His limbs were also numb, and Brody had been holding his legs in his arms all night, and when he stood up, his legs were crawling like ants, gnawing at his veins and muscles.

"Fuck, you're not done yet, are you standing there waiting for me to shove the drumstick in your mouth?" or do you want to try the stick first?"

Brody limped towards the door, and before he could step out, he was grabbed by his hair by his beard, and a huge force slammed his thin body into the air, and then slammed into the wall of the hallway.

A hard thing slapped him in the face, and his mouth was immediately filled with the sweet smell of blood, and his lips were trampled on, which were the big boots with a beard.

The soles of his shoes were even bigger than Brody's head, and he could hear his jaw crumbling on the verge of shattering.

"Be smart, and I'll crush your head if you slow down. After grinding his beard twice, he angrily lifted his foot, and then kicked Brody, "Don't play dead, get out of here." ”

"What are you looking at? Do you want to try it too?" In the distance, the children had already come out of their rooms, and Brody was the last one, gathered not far away, looking at this side with a look of sympathy or fear.

Hearing the scolding of the bearded man, everyone quickly turned around and didn't dare to turn their heads to look at it again.

Brody crawled to his feet, coughed, and spat out a mouthful of blood. A small piece of skin had been scraped off his face by the sole of his shoe, and when he saw that his beard was about to lift his feet again, he hurriedly ran a few steps to the children's pile.

The children all avoided the plague gods and fled in both directions, they didn't want to be unlucky with them.

The bearded man did not continue to beat him, and drove the children up the stairs very impatiently. No one made a sound, everyone was cautious, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

The hallway was narrow, but everyone was leaning against the walls on either side, and Brody's side was empty, and no one wanted to go near him.

When I passed by the infirmary, Krastsov was still lying there, and the two doctors were gone. On the table next to him, there were piles of blood-stained bandages, and I don't know what the doctor did to him last night.

Hearing the footsteps of everyone passing by, Krastsov slowly opened his eyes, his mouth open, but he didn't make a sound.

"You'll be fine. I don't know why, Brody couldn't help but say such a sentence with his mouth, maybe Krastsov. was really annoying, but for Brody, he was already one of the people he had been with the longest.

krastsov. blinked his eyes, I don't know if I understood.

The beard behind him had already followed, and Brody quickly ran away, walking with everyone towards the top of the cabin.