I felt a chill, and the meaning of the words was obvious, the notebook was written by the skeleton on the ghost ship, and he was still writing it a few hours ago. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When I closed my eyes, I still vividly remembered the skeleton roaring at me, "You shouldn't have come."

After two deep breaths, I began to read the notebook.

Although the notebook is written entirely in English, I have a level 4 vocabulary, and with the translation software on my phone, I still stumbled through it.

The first four-fifths of the notes are very normal, and they are the diary kept by this man since he joined the British Navy at the age of twenty, and there is not much information that can be obtained, except that this man has a pair of children and is a devout Christian.

The last fifth of the note is about a special mission he and his crew have been on since June 1953, but I think it's more of a story, even a nightmare.

After reading it, my whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and my heart was also filled with an extremely negative emotion.

"It's the fifth day, it's been five days.

We've lost our course in this damn sea, and we've been without food for five whole days.

This is a truly cursed sea, there is nothing alive but us, and the damned German ship is long gone.

People can live for seven days without food, which means that if we don't find food within two days, we will be dead.

God will bless us. ”

Germans, Germans, and Germans, I found that everywhere I looked, I always saw Germans.

"On the sixth day of the food shortage, I didn't feel hungry anymore, but my body began to be a little disobedient, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble.

André approached me and told me a story about how in times of famine, people exchanged their children for food.

I understood what he meant.

But we are human beings, how can we do such a thing?

He must be crazy. ”

"On the seventh day, there was a strange cry on the deck, and we dragged our tired bodies out to check, and found Lewis lying on the deck, convulsing.

No one went to help him, because no one had any strength, and there was no need for that.

Everyone watched quietly, expressionless, we would all die, it was just a matter of time.

Lewis gradually stopped breathing, and I noticed a strange light in Andre's eyes.

He crouched down and began to slowly unbutton Lewis's shirt......

We are human, how can we eat people?!

Perhaps it is precisely because we are human beings that we can eat our own kind.

Animals are always animals, and people can sometimes be non-human. ”

"On the tenth day, we ate the flesh of the corpse cleanly, and the people stopped talking to each other, and looked at each other strangely, hoping that someone would die first.

Everybody's crazy.

I'm crazy too. ”

"Twelfth day.

Since no one dies, eat the living.

No one sleeps, we all stare at each other with our eyes, our eyes blood-red like demons in hell.

But we didn't do it to each other, not because we didn't want to, but because we didn't have the strength anymore.

At this time, Andrei proposed a method, draw lots, and whoever catches them will die and become our food.

The first to be caught was Paton, the middle-aged man who had been silent.

'I'd rather die in the sea than be eaten by you demons!' He shouted, and suddenly he stood up and ran out, and we held him down.

We killed him. ”

……………………

"Twenty-fifth day.

Tony's meat was too old, a little sour, and a little toothy to eat.

My favorite is Frey, it's tender, very well maintained, and it tastes like milk.

I made a flute out of his bones, and it sounded good.

Human flesh is the most delicious thing in the world, my dear child, and I would love to let you taste it, if I could go back, of course. ”

Seeing this, I had a strong urge to burn this notebook, but I still held back, crazy, this person has gone completely crazy.

I suddenly remembered a saying that when a painful thing is irresistible, you will slowly start to enjoy it.

"Thirtieth day.

There were only Andrei and the two of us left.

We ate everyone else.

I know it's just a bit of a delay in our death.

But I still want to live, just live. ”

Later in the diary is not dated, but I assume that the time is not too long.

"We saw the angels.

We can't see, we can't hear, we can't touch, we can't even perceive it with any senses, but it exists.

It tells us that one of us can live forever, but only at the cost of being on this sea. ”

It seems a bit of nonsense, more like crazy talk, but I know it's true, because in a sense, it was alive when I saw the skeleton.

But I have never been able to understand what it means to be "unable to perceive its existence with any sense", and how the "angels" tell them these things if they cannot perceive it.

"In the end, I survived."

"It's not an angel at all, it's a devil."

"Will God forgive me, who was once the most faithful believer in God, but now that I have fallen into a demon minion?

Another ship has come for that secret, and I must stop them, and this may be my last salvation.

I sailed toward theirs, knowing that it was a breach of my contract with the devil, and that after this time, I would be crushed to pieces.

But I must tell them that they shouldn't come! ”

The notes are already at the end, and then the back is all white paper, yellow and brittle, and there is a black and white photo on the back cover of the book, and a family of three is smiling at me inside, and they are happy.

I closed the notebook, raised my head and took a deep breath, my body trembled a little, my back was already soaked in cold sweat, the most sinister part of human nature was vividly exposed in this notebook, and I even wondered if our team would have made such a choice if we had been in the same situation.

At the beginning of man, nature is good.

But I now doubt the correctness of this statement.

Just like a newborn baby, it doesn't know anything at all, it only knows how to blindly ask for it, and there are only the most primitive impulses and desires in your heart.

The process of growing up is actually the process of suppressing desires, but only greater desires can overcome desires.

In the face of life, we are incomparably small.

I let out a long sigh and was about to get into my sleeping bag, when I looked up and suddenly saw a figure standing in front of me.