After Guantian finished speaking, I subconsciously looked at the door, which was an instinctive reaction, but I happened to see the waiter who had just served us standing at the door with his head down sneakly, as if he was still whispering something.

There was no one else around the waiter, and there was no one in the aisle outside the door.

Is it a walkie-talkie?

He didn't have anything in his hand, and I couldn't see his ears from this angle, so I looked at the other waitress who was serving food at another table, and I noticed that she was wearing an in-ear headset in her right ear, which looked like a walkie-talkie.

But this scene made me have a very strange idea.

Could it be that the people on this ship are all acting and cooperating, only our real goals have been kept in the dark, as for the question that was considered before - what kind of thing, we must be present.

I suddenly had the answer.

"Listen to me, do you think that all the people in this boatload will hold back and kill us?" I interrupted them and asked what was on my mind.

Because Guantian said just now, all of this was planned by Qin Huan, and Qin Huan did tell me about the cause of his master's death in the Longhuan Cave, so it would be normal for him to seek revenge on a few of us.

Besides, he'd done it before, and if it weren't for the black bow in the head ditch, I would have died a long time ago.

After listening to my words, several of them also thought carefully about the possibility, and they all said that the possibility I said was very great, otherwise what could be the reason for so much effort to trick us all here?

So the reason why we are indispensable for all five is to catch them all.

After I threw this idea, everything around me became weird, whether it was other people's expressions, eyes, or movements, it seemed to me that they had a different meaning.

My nerves are getting more and more tense.

There was still half an hour left before midnight, and we planned to separate for the time being, and each of us would go back to our camp first, and we would see each other when we got to the trading venue.

Because this was just my speculation all along, and although it was very convincing, we should not jump ship and swim back based on this subjective inference alone.

Everyone got up and dispersed, I planned to go to the toilet to wash my face, it was the middle of the night, and people would inevitably be a little sleepy.

The toilet was clean and quite big, there was no one in it.

I was pouring cold water on my face with my head down, when a very slight sound of footsteps sounded behind me.

The voice was very deliberately suppressed, and it was obvious that someone was deliberately slowing down and lightening his pace, slowly approaching me under the cover of the faucet.

I didn't care if I guessed wrong or not, the whole person suddenly jumped to the side, but there was still a sharp pain in my shoulder, I felt that my shoulder blades were broken, and I immediately fell to the ground with a weak body.

I wanted to shout out to Hanajo, but the sharp pain that came back from my shoulder hair went straight into my head, and I couldn't even open my mouth!

It was the waiter who had just served us the food that attacked me, and as soon as he changed his subtle and gentle attitude just now, he suddenly with a strong killing intent, raised the stick in his hand and smashed his head and face!

The first stick hit our forearm as we raised the block, smashing my entire left arm to the ground.

I couldn't parry the second stick anymore, so I could only close my eyes and grit the top of my teeth!

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When I woke up, it was pitch black and the smell of blood filled my nostrils.

The forehead was sticky, and the hair on the Heavenly Spirit cover had also been glued to the dried blood, as if it was buttoning a hat.

I wanted to check if the top of my head had been smashed open, after all, the stick was too heavy, but just a little touch was a piercing pain, and the top of my head could no longer be touched.

After a few breaths, I tried to get up, but my left arm seemed to be paralyzed, and I could only barely move my finger joints, and above the wrist, it was completely out of my control.

I was supposed to be lying flat on the floor, the air around me was dry, and the breath coming out of my mouth seemed to be bounced back into my face, which was very permeating.

I closed my eyes and forced myself not to think about anything, and after about ten minutes of deep rest, my almost numb body was finally able to move.

I reached out and pushed in front of me, and it was supposed to be a wooden plank blocking my breathing, and if I guessed correctly, I should be locked in a box at the moment.

As my body gradually regained consciousness, I slowly felt as if I was lying on top of something soft.

I pushed it with my knee, and I pushed the plank aside, but luckily the lid of the box was just on it, and if I had been nailed, I would not have been able to escape with my current strength.

At this time, I pushed down with my right hand and tried to sit up, but I accidentally pressed on something.

It should be a cold palm.

The two palms were almost interlocked, so frightened that I quickly withdrew my hands, and at the same time I realized what this soft thing I was pressing under me was.

Lying beneath me now is probably a corpse.

This so-called box should be a coffin containing a corpse.

I fought back the fear and nausea in my heart, rolled over and crawled out of the coffin, and fell the ground, which shook my mind for a while, and I almost threw up.

This is a typical concussion reaction, and that stick is really ruthless......

After resting for a while with my back against the wall, I wasn't as panicked as I was just now.

When the ten fingers were interlocked just now, the corpse's hands were very cold, and the body was also very soft, and it should have been dead for a few hours, I recalled that when I was chatting with Meng Anqing on the deck, there was a waiter who said that a person had died on the ship.

I'm afraid it's this person.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone talking, the voice was not far away but it was muffled and I couldn't really hear it, I carefully distinguished, there seemed to be something between me and this voice.

It should be a wall.

I lowered my body and crept over to the source of the sound, and after seven or eight steps, I did touch a metal wall, and it looked like I was locked in a room at the bottom of the boat.

I pressed my ear to the wall, trying to hear what the man in the hallway outside the room was saying.

After listening for a few seconds, I felt that he should be on the phone, because I could only hear his question but not the answer, or hear his response but not hear someone asking him.

Fortunately, it was quiet and I finally figured out what the hell this person was talking about.

And the content of their communication is also very simple, that is, when pushing the trading goods in the warehouse to the sixth-floor trade fair for a while, you must be cautious and not break the things inside.

The people outside hung up, and the footsteps approached.

At the same time, not far away, there was the sound of the door lock being twisted.