The cloudy and rainy weather for almost two weeks in a row makes people moldy, and I'm not playing with you metaphorically, people, it's really moldy. In Puerto Massa, to be precise, somewhere between Puerto Massa and the warehouse area, go straight north from Becky Street, walk to the end, look over the cement and railings separating land and sea, and look down, you can see.

It's a pity that Becky after midnight is too tempting--powerful, and no one will go all the way north to the end, and no one has the leisure to look at the dark underground and the sea, and what is stuck, so that moldy thing has been floating there, occasionally pushed by the black waves and crashing into the embankment, and then seduced by gravity, back into the waves.

In a matter of moments, the thing drifted some distance further east. Oh, lest anyone know where the east is—this musty 'man' is squeezed away from the port of Massa and drifts to the warehouse area.

In the dark, hit something.

"*!" After docking in a warehouse, there was a low curse in front of the small boat that was completely hidden in the darkness, "**Be careful!

"It's not me!" the man on the boat argued, as if he had taken something, the friction of the cardboard box against the plastic resounded in the darkness, and then the gentle sound of placement, "as if something had hit us." ”

"Don't be nervous there!" the man in front of the boat didn't seem to trust each other, a little impatient, "wait here, there's a box!" and then the sound of a very light climb over the embankment.

The man was barely visible in the darkness, barely tracking his movements by the slightest noise. In the narrow corridor between the warehouses, this man took a cardboard box from another person.

A conversation emerged, a new voice, "I heard something, is there something?" ”

"Ugh. No. The man who took the box replied quickly, then confirmed, "You're the last one." ”

"Yes. ”

The person holding the box moved slightly, and the friction sound of Sisuo sounded, "Why is it so light? This is not even half of the boss's standard!"

"That's all there is to it this month, the factory in our warehouse was burned. Remember, the equipment and personnel are all newly recruited, Smith knows......"

"Shhh

"It's stupid, it's the same as being found out about our deliveries, it's boring. ”

"Uh, if you're bored, you can ask the boss to react!*! I know, go back to your warehouse, don't be discovered by the patrols! Recently, Saidil's gang must have noticed it, and the patrols are really diligent! The people on Aix's side don't act fast......"

This guy's already low voice became smaller and quieter, and then disappeared, and he was gone. Buried in the dark, his whereabouts are really difficult to grasp, but fortunately we know where he will go. The boat is there, follow ......

Before you follow. Let's stop here and explain something.

In the conversation just now, Smith and the warehouse factory that burned down, we should be able to guess what this 'delivery' means - Smith's underground industry, *product. As for the later ones about Sadil and Aix, that's pure complaint. The struggle for the security company's business in this part of the port of Massa is not the point, no matter what.

It should be noted that the guy who just handed over the shipment is from the Smith warehouse staff who was burned down once, and this is a demon. Or for the demons that had appeared, remember, it was he who told James that Eve and Lydia were not human.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, what he's doing now is more important. He leaned against the outer wall of the warehouse, tilted his head and opened his mouth, slowly sat down, adjusted to a position that would support his container without falling over, and relaxed his whole body. A rich black spat out and followed us where we were going.

"Ahhh......h

Bang, bang, bang......

A dull slight crash, rhythmically following the waves, appeared on the side of the small cargo ship.

"Uh!" he kept his voice as low as he could, even though he was completely impatient, "I'll see." The sound of movement indicated that the guy leaned to the side of the boat, and immediately, "What are you doing! Turn off!

The light of the flashlight appeared for a moment, describing what appeared - a small cargo ship painted black, stacked cargo boxes, two people covered in black clothes, one lying on the side of the ship, the other holding a flashlight and being kicked on the side.

"Aren't you going to see it?"

"Lao Tzu said 'look,' not look!" the ghost could hear the difference, "Don't make a mess of me! Stay still, I've already touched this thing!...... What the hell is this, it's slippery...... Uh, what the hell is this, this, head, hair......"

"What do you say?"

The sound of water coming out, "Give me the flashlight!"

"Don't you look at it!"

"Give it to me!"

The light appeared again for a split second. Let's describe it again.

The ship, the cargo, two people...... No, three, the extra one, with tangled hair, puffy flesh, and rot like mildew, was half-lifted against the side of the boat.

After the light disappeared, the world was quiet for a while, and the sound of plopping and entering the water,

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, row, return to the freighter!"

The oars collided with the embankment, and the two guys didn't care about the noise anymore, making a splash, and disappeared completely in a moment...... Disappeared from the demon's sight.

Back in the narrow corridor between the warehouses, the black mist poured back into the container's gaping mouth, and the demon stood up, raising an eyebrow, as if he had seen something interesting with emotion.

As he walked out, he touched his chin, his eyes were occupied by inky black, flickering, he was delivering a message, naturally to his real 'boss', Crowley.

"Hey, what are you doing, where are the people!" was the security guard on patrol.

The unfamiliar rebuke interrupted contact, and the dark eyes temporarily recovered, looking at the security guard trotting over.

"Well, I'm on the night shift at warehouse X, so come out and breathe. "This demon seems to know the rules very well, and has already begun to dig out his work card.

The other party took the work permit, checked and compared the photos very carefully, and then returned it, "Don't run around if you have nothing to do, be on duty well." ”

"Yes. The demon answered, and in line with his words, nodded without much energy, and turned away. As soon as he turned his back, his eyes were black again, and he continued to convey the message.

Take three steps, "Hey, that." "I, the one who just heard a little noise in the sea over there, you, well, want to go and see?"

"What's the sound?" the patrol security guard, who was also about to leave, frowned, "Why didn't you say that just now?"

I haven't gotten instructions from the 'boss' yet, and of course, the demon wouldn't have said that, "Oh, I'm not sure, maybe I'm too sleepy, hallucinating, I guess nothing." Uh, you're busy. "Turned around again and really left.

Leaving a security guard in Saidil security overalls blinked in place, tugging at the corners of his mouth, hesitating for a moment, but still going in the direction indicated.

Luckily, the floater didn't float too far. (To be continued.) )