Su Huilan held a torch and walked in the dark and narrow corridor of the cabin in the faint light.

It's the same path as the last time I came down, but it feels completely different. Last time there were more of them, more than a dozen of them carrying torches, but this time she was alone.

For a moment, she regretted it a little. If there was something strange on the ship that shouldn't have been, it was obviously not a wise move for her to come alone like this. But she has always been calm, why did she make such a decision just now?

Su Huilan suddenly felt that there was always something influencing her decision. Ramla's chaos is not only spatial, but also spiritual and conscious. Here, too, people's thoughts and actions become unpredictable.

But she's not an ordinary weak woman, and since she's already down, she always has to look at it again to feel at ease.

Da, da, da......

The footsteps were her own, echoing through the narrow aisle and echoing in the darkness ahead.

It was the first time she had noticed that the jungle boots under her feet could make such a loud noise on the board, and it was strange, as if someone had stepped on her steps and landed with her.

Da (da), da (da), da (da) ......

The more she listened, the more she felt more than just her own footsteps, and her heart fluttered and her breathing became cramped.

Suddenly stopped.

The sound of da-da is gone.

The firelight shone a spherical halo of dim yellow light around her.

The surroundings were quiet as if time had stopped, and the sound of a heart pounding could be heard.

But this heartbeat also seems to have an accent, as if someone deliberately maintained the same heartbeat as hers.

She took a step forward.

Da (da).

She was creepy, and she felt like there was someone behind her, also holding a torch like her, maintaining the same posture, she stopped that person and stopped, she walked and that person walked, even her heartbeat and breathing were the same rhythm.

She turned sharply, drew her gun and took aim, the torch in her hand almost extinguished by the air current.

When the light of the fire had stabilized, she saw nothing in front of her, only endless darkness ahead, faintly visible of the silhouette of the hatch she had entered.

Meow Woo –

When she heard the cat's meow, she remembered that she was following at her feet, and was looking up at her.

"Heh, I almost forgot about you!"

She picked her up and placed it on her shoulder, so that the cat's face was facing behind her, so that she felt much more at ease.

The cat suddenly meowed and meowed, and the shrill cry was terrifying to hear in the cabin.

"What's the matter, sound?" Su Huilan felt that her claws were pressing her shoulders, and her body arched.

She turned to look, and saw only a long, dark passageway.

The cat quieted down.

She continued to walk forward, and the sound of clattering footsteps sounded again, and in front of her was the dormitory of the officers and soldiers.

She pushed open one of the doors, and inside there were three bunks, and six Navy soldiers were lying on their beds neatly dressed.

Su Huilan walked in and shone a torch on the face of one of the soldiers. As the last time I saw it, it was a dried corpse, the muscles on its face contracted due to the loss of moisture, the whole face was pressed against the bones, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken, and if you looked closely, you could see the eyeballs inside.

Su Huilan suddenly felt that something was wrong. The eyeballs were not blocked by the eyelids, indicating that the deceased had his eyes open when he died. But these soldiers seemed very peaceful, and you can imagine the scene at that time - they were slowly aging in static time and space, and at the last moment of their lives, they resigned themselves to their beds, no struggle, no pain, only deep despair.

However, who dies with their eyes wide open?

Unless they are unwilling. But how could you die so neatly if you were unwilling?

Another point that is puzzling is that there are long and short life expectancys, and it is really strange that some people die early and some die late, but these officers and soldiers seem to die at the same time and in the same way.

She examined several other dried corpses, all of which were in similar condition, with all eyes open except for a few soldiers with eyelids in their sockets.

She remembered the last time Mrs. Larry had examined the bodies, and somehow she hadn't found the problem. Of course, in this environment, it is indeed difficult to pay attention to such details, including Situ and Aoki, as well as himself, didn't he find out at the time.

She exited the dormitory and randomly checked several others, finding nothing else.

And when she walks, she always feels that someone is following her, like her shadow, keeping pace with her, whether it is her footsteps or heartbeat.

Da (da), da (da), da (da) ......

The firelight flickered a little, as if there was wind.

She stopped, and so did the wind.

Maybe it's the wind she brought with her, she thought.

Da (da), da (da), da (da) ......

Further on, there is the captain's room.

The door was open, was it closed the last time everyone left? She doesn't remember.

Ronald Cohen was still in that position, leaning back in the chair in front of his desk, the fire shining on his back, around his shoulders, and shining on the desk. There used to be a stack of manuscripts and half a fire soul, but now they were gone, only Cohen's shadow remained, slightly distorted in the faintly pulsing light of the fire.

Su Huilan suddenly frowned. She remembered the last time she came in, Cohen's arm had been on the arm of the chair, but now it was hanging down, hanging from the armrest, as if it was too late to put it on.

Her heart pounded.

This is the captain's room, and it is also the most spacious bedroom on the warship, with a bed, desk and cabinet, as well as a sofa, TV and a separate bathroom.

Su Huilan walked in, wanting to take a closer look to see if she remembered wrongly, or if someone had touched Cohen's body when she came out last time.

She walked over to Cohen's side and noticed that it was indeed a little different from the last time, except for his arms, but also his head. Cohen's head had been tilted slightly, his eyes fixed on the manuscript on the table, but now, his head was tilted even more, his eyes fixed on the ground under the table.

Su Huilan felt that this could be some kind of hint, the last time everyone found his posthumous manuscript, could it be that there was something hidden under this table?

She crouched down and shone a torch on it, but found nothing. But she got a closer look at Cohen's hand hanging from the outside of the chair.

She noticed something unusual about the hand. Originally, the hand of the dried corpse should have been stiff, shriveled, like dry wood, but the surface of this hand floated a soft film-like thing, like the slime of a dead frog.

She guessed it was because the humid air from the lake had entered the cabin and began to corrode the surface of the corpse. It's just that I don't know if there is something special about the air here, or if these corpses have suffered some kind of radiation lesions in the still space, and the corrosion does not appear as mold as is common on Earth.

Fortunately, the air circulation here is slow, and the corpses are very thorough, so they should not decompose and stink in the short term. Su Huilan had no way to deal with these corpses now, so she could only wait for Aoki and the others to come back and discuss this matter.

After checking under the desk again to make sure there was nothing, she slowly stood up, only to realize that her heart was pounding.

The sound of the heartbeat was loud in the dark, and it seemed to have an accent—

Knock (knock) knock (knock), knock (knock) knock (knock), knock (knock) knock (knock) ......

It was as if the wind was coming in, and the back was cold.

The firelight jumped again.

She jerked around and saw a man sitting on the couch opposite, looking at her with empty eyes.