ACT223: Red Wedding (Part I)

Before dawn, the sea was thick with fog, and a kayak quietly left the shore and rowed unhurriedly to the forward sentinel boat on the other side of the island. The abandoned pleasure boat used as a sentry post was faintly lit, and the wind and fog were dissipating and looming.

Wu Wentao yawned, as a security officer, he couldn't escape the hard work yesterday, the layout of the venue was too cumbersome, although the manpower was enough, but there was no run-in beforehand, and the more he helped, the more he helped. Wu Wentao lay in the kayak and grinded for a long time, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he personally went out and temporarily served as the commander-in-chief of the venue, and arranged personnel to successfully complete the follow-up work.

Jin Bo didn't know where he had gone in the afternoon, and he had said that he would assign him a few security guards, but he was so busy with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west that he had already forgotten about this stubble. As a last resort, Wu Wentao had no choice but to start from his own people, and originally planned to go to Song Jiu, but he met a tattooed girl who got up at night halfway, so Jasmine was pulled into a strong man in such a daze, from the warm quilt to the cold sea, her brain was still chaotic, and she didn't react at all.

Wu Wentao consulted the island to change its defense beforehand, but Jin Bo didn't pay much attention to it, and Fang Fei was mainly responsible for coordination. There are three outposts in total, namely the cruise ship that picked up on the day's return, the improvised lighthouse on the other side of the coast, and a reef on the edge of the mountain forest behind the island. This was originally a desert island, and it was not even marked on the charts, and after three years on the island, almost no survivors have ever approached here, so the perimeter security has not been a big deal.

Every time he thought that there were no eyes on the periphery, Wu Wentao felt uncomfortable, and this time he asked Ying to serve as a security guard, on the one hand, to escape from coolies, and on the other hand, it was due to professional habits. The kayak carrying the two men was very fast, and after a few minutes, the rowboat approached the outpost, retracted its oars, and slowly stopped at the stern of the boat, gently boosted by the choppy current.

Wu Wentao shook off the cable to fix the hull, patted the staring Jasmine, and said in a low voice: "Go up." ”

"Huh? Oooh. Jasmine rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached out to the side of the boat, her palm touching the cold railing, and her drowsiness was dispelled.

"Up." Wu Wentao thought that she was moving too slowly, so he held Jasmine's buttocks with one hand, and threw the girl directly with his arm.

Jasmine stood on the edge of the deck in a daze, the cold sea breeze coming in front of her, and her bare arms stirred up a layer of goosebumps, and she couldn't help but shiver. It was only at this moment that the tattooed woman's mind gradually began to work, and she looked around blankly, dumbfounded.

"What am I doing here?" Jasmine muttered to herself, looking around at the old hull, except for a little ghost light flickering in the cabin, it was pitch black all around, could it be that she was sleepwalking?

When he was fooling around, there was a sound behind him, and when he looked back, a heavy machine gun 'duang' was thrown onto the deck, and Wu Wentao followed closely behind, rubbing his hands, picking up the gun and walking towards him.

Jasmine was stunned, the messy memory fragments in her brain began to piece together, and gradually recalled the consequences of her inadvertent waking up at night, looking at Wu Wentao blankly, Jasmine muttered in a low voice: "Wu, Angkor...... What are you bringing me here for? Jasmine was in a trance, walking all the way, almost never spoke to this cold-faced Lu Xun, Leng Buding was brought here, could it be that he wanted to ......

"Changing of the Guard." Two words burst out of Wu Wentao's mouth, cutting off the conjecture in Jasmine's mind.

The cold wind wrapped by the former field captain walked in front of her, Jasmine washed her nose, the cold air mixed with the smell of tobacco on his body penetrated into her nose, it was very refreshing, thinking of her thoughts just now, Jasmine's cheeks flushed, looking at the man's sturdy back, there was a faint disappointment in her heart.

Frontier cruise ships and their yachts are completely two grades, from specifications to configuration, one is high-end enjoyment, and the other can only be regarded as a mass product.

Wu Wentao climbed up the side ladder to the second-floor cockpit, and looked in through the porthole, the helmet lamp for lighting in the cabin was placed on the operating table, the light was very dim, as if it had been turned on for a long time, but there was no one in the cabin.

"You go in." Wu Wentao turned his head and looked around, but he didn't find anyone who stayed at the post, but he saw Jasmine who was trembling, and said helplessly: "Go inside and turn on the searchlight." ”

"Oh, okay." Jasmine nodded, opened the hatch and got in, the cold air outside was blocked, and the cold body finally felt a trace of warmth. According to Wu Wentao's instructions, the tattooed woman picked up the helmet lamp to inspect the operating table, found the searchlight line to be connected, and there was a light electric current above her head, and a snowy beam of light shot out through the sea fog, hitting the sea surface brightly, dazzling and dazzling.

Jasmine curled up with her hands to her mouth to warm up, Wu Wentao didn't know what to do, he was bored, pacing back and forth, and in a trance, Yu Guang seemed to see something. Jasmine was stunned for a moment, slowed down and approached the console, through the porthole, there seemed to be something floating on the water reflected by the searchlight.

"Sharks?" Jasmine immediately thought of the Ocean Killer in her mind, and immediately laughed at herself, that piece of thing was obviously not a fish fin, it should just be a floating object on the sea.

The tattooed woman was entertaining herself, the hatch opened again, the cold wind poured in with Wu Wentao, and the warmth that had just accumulated disappeared again.

"Strange thing." Wu Wentao frowned slightly, the specific time of the change of guard on the island is unknown, I thought that there should be a 24-hour post here, but I also found a side in the cabin, and there were no resting sentry personnel, could it be that I heard about today's wedding, so I all abandoned the post and went to join in the fun?

"Boss, what's wrong?" Seeing that his expression was different, Jasmine wondered, "What are you looking for?" ”

"The sentry here doesn't know where to go." Wu Wentao replied casually, his eyes swept out of the window, and he was suddenly stunned.

Jasmine knew the boss's strange temperament, and after a while, Wu Wentao had changed several expressions, he didn't speak, and the girl didn't dare to interject, so she had to be silent, and looked out along his gaze, and her eyes fell to the position she had just observed.

Combined with Wu Wentao's words just now, as well as his current expression, Jasmine suddenly gasped and said in shock: "No, no, no..."

Wu Wentao ignored her, pushed open the hatch and ran out, slid down the gangway, leaned out of the deck, locked on the floating thing, turned around and gestured to Jasmine in the cockpit.

Jasmine understood, endured the suspicion in her heart, and manipulated the searchlight to pan slowly, shrinking the aperture, and freezing at the floating objects on the sea.

"......" Jasmine's body was a spirit, a chill was born in her body, under the aperture, the floating object was revealed, although the distance was far away, but the spread limbs were very recognizable, it was not a sundries, but a living person!

Wu Wentao's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked Jasmine to come down with a searchlight, and the tattooed woman didn't dare to slack off, picked up the helmet lamp on the table that was about to go out, and hurriedly ran down.

Wu Wentao had already retreated to the deck, but the helmet lights swept to the sides of the ship, moving inch by inch along the moss-covered hull without finding it, and then turned to the deck and looked around along the road he had just come, but still found nothing.

Jasmine didn't dare to breathe, and followed him step by step, Lao Wu frowned deeply, raised his eyes to look at the still dark sky, and couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, raised his hand to throw the helmet lamp to Jasmine, ran back to the cab to carry the machine gun, and beckoned the tattooed woman to get off the boat.

"Let's go." Wu Wentao jumped into the kayak first, and when he looked up, he saw that Jasmine was still standing on the side of the boat, holding the helmet lamp in a daze.

Jasmine swallowed, her face pale.

"What's wrong?" Wu Wentao immediately became vigilant, frowned and scanned the surroundings of the dense fog, and reached out to help her down.

Jasmine's hands trembled a little, and she trembled and turned the helmet lamp over, handed it to Wu Wentao, and tapped her index finger tattooed with a flower stem, pointing to a hole in the inner edge of the helmet. Wu Wentao's pupils shrank, his fingers probed the hole and twisted it forward, and then raised his hand to his nose, and a faint smell of sulfur mixed with bloody breath penetrated his nose.

"You go back." Wu Wentao jumped on the deck, untied the cable that fixed the hull, and said solemnly: "Tell Song Jiu to cancel the wedding and let them take someone to the lighthouse." ”

"Y-What about you?" Jasmine asked urgently.

"Lighthouse convergence." Wu Wentao dropped a sentence, turned around and ran to the lifeboat with the side of the boat fixed.

……

It was still early, the tide had not yet risen, and Jasmine paddled hard, splashed the water, and quickly returned to the shore.

The island is still immersed in sleep, the mangrove forests are swaying in the wind, the wedding venue set up yesterday is silent and depressed, and the colorful banners that fall by the flower baskets are hunting and flying up and down.

Jasmine jumped ashore with her hands and feet, she was a cave native, and her sense of danger was no worse than anyone else's, and the floating corpses of the sentinel boat made her feel terrified. The cabins and stilted buildings in the distance were silent, reflecting the exceptionally deserted mountains and forests behind the island, and the long night was not over, and she was the only one on the huge coast, with a faint chill all around.

The footsteps were heavy, and the wheezing sound was even worse, Jasmine didn't stop a step, gritted her teeth and ran to the cabin, the inexplicable fear made her a little trance, she didn't pay attention to her feet, accidentally tripped over the shelved firecracker, stumbled on her feet, and almost fell, but fortunately someone helped her in time.

Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, when Twilight realized that something was wrong, and before she could look up and see the person in front of her, a pair of big hands covered her mouth and nose, and then a sharp pain hit the back of her head, and her consciousness fell into darkness.

……

East Bank, Lighthouse.

The guard on duty leaned against the wooden corner tower, and stood in the corner of the wall with a gong, holding a thread-like book, reading it with relish.

The entire island, except for the mountains and forests behind, is the highest lighthouse in this corner tower, but due to its geographical location, this position can only monitor the sea surface near the water, and the living area on the coast side is hidden by cascading mangrove forests, making it difficult to see the panoramic view. The lighthouse is five meters high, with cables attached to the door wall, and searchlights hanging from the square windows, which are supposed to illuminate the sea, but he reverses the direction and makes a temporary cameo as an interior light.

I can't make up the excitement during the day, and I have to be on duty at night, and the guard naturally has a grudge in his heart, but this resentment can only be held in his heart, because this job was given to him by Xiao Yezi. If it was Jin Bo who assigned the task, maybe he would still rely on Qian Wanguo's face to say a few words, but Xiao Yezi is different, the guard boy has coveted her for a long time, let alone help keep vigil, even if he wants to accompany him at night, it's no problem. Thinking about it, doing it, these people have lived comfortably for a long time, and of course their vigilance and self-discipline can't be compared with Song Jiu's people, and they are sleepy for half a night, if they hadn't waited for the breakfast promised by Xiao Yezi, he would have turned off the lights and slept a long time ago.

Li Bei'er and the big officials have watched the children's play several times, and the sleepiness has subsided a lot, but the fire in the abdomen is burning, and then thinking about Xiao Yezi's gentle and lovely appearance, the guard boy is getting more and more dry.

"Alas, it's better to ask for others than for yourself—" The guard boy muttered a few words, turned off the searchlight, closed the book, and unbuckled his trouser belt.

The sea breeze outside the window was blowing, there was a sound under the lighthouse, and the moment the light dimmed, a few figures jumped out under the pineapple thorns, burrowed deep into the wooden door, and touched it silently.

The small space has an excellent sound effect, and the figure sneaking in the dark stops at the edge of the ladder to listen, and there is no alarm on the top, only a rapid panting.

The figure breathed a sigh of relief, just saw the light suddenly dimmed, and thought that the other party had discovered the traces, so it seemed that they were overestimating them. As the breathing drew to an end, the figure was raised, and a black shadow and desire climbed to the top at the same time, and the suppressed pleasure came to an abrupt end.

A moment later, the window came back on, and the sea breeze was still there, as if, nothing had happened.