(Ask for the recommendation and collection of the big guys)

The moon soon emerged from the clouds again, and its bright brilliance did not add much light to the earthly world, but gave people a sense of cold and terrifying, and ghosts were about to emerge.

The sound of rustling came from the back of the ship, and following the sound, it was a rope that kept shaking and rubbing against the side of the ship.

The rope was stretched straight, and the side of the boat creaked slightly, as if there was a weight underneath.

The whole ship was quiet, and there were three crew members on duty in the wheelhouse, no one spoke, and their expressions were full of fatigue.

There was a wall clock in the room that was "ticking and ticking", and one of the crew members yawned and looked up at the clock, and it was now two o'clock in the morning, which was the sleepiest and most tired time of the day.

One crew member couldn't stand the sleepiness, so he said hello to the other two, took a cigarette out of his trouser pocket, and walked out of the wheelhouse, ready to go outside to breathe in the air and smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.

The cigarette lit in his mouth, and he took a deep breath, a puff of smoke from his mouth to his lungs, a refreshing energy into his bones, and the unbearable fatigue seemed to dissipate a lot in the smell of nicotine burning.

The cool night breeze stirred the corners of his clothes, and this was a middle-aged man who had been adrift at sea all the year round, making him look older than normal.

The middle-aged man smoked a cigarette while carefully taking out an old notebook from his arms.

The book is spread out in his hand, and there is a photo on each page, which is mostly about an ordinary Japanese woman and a little girl.

Turning the pages one by one, the little girl in the photo grew up slowly, and occasionally in a few photos, you can still see the figure of the man, but at that time, he was obviously younger than at this time.

The middle-aged man's rough fingers rubbed over the photo, looking at his wife and daughter in the photo, his weather-covered face was filled with a happy smile.

"Minako, Chidai, wait for me ......"

The middle-aged man put the photo on his chest, his face was intoxicated, and he spoke a bird language that he didn't understand, and he didn't know when a black monster stood not far behind him.

The monster looked at this guy strangely, wondering, should I kill him, or kill him, or kill him?!

The man finished smoking, and looked at the photos of his wife and daughter, exhausted, full of energy, carefully hid the small book on his chest, and touched it with his hand.

It's just ......, and when he turned his head, he saw a small black monster smiling at him with its mouth open.

The cigarette butt in his mouth had not yet burned out, and the middle-aged man wanted to shout, but the cigarette butt fell into his mouth and burned his throat, and when he wanted to make a sound again, it was too late.

Four shiny claw fingers enlarged in his eyes, and a slap slapped his neck.

The claw blade was like a knife, cutting off the middle-aged man's carotid artery and trachea very quickly, and the warm blood rushed out, and with a "plop" sound, the man fell into the water.

Cheng Fan shook off the blood on his paws, and felt a little depressed, on the night of the murder in the dark moon, when the wind was high and set fire, he specially chose such a time to walk up to kill people and seize the boat, just to kill people quietly, don't shoot.

I didn't want to climb up, but I actually met such a devil who didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came out to miss his relatives in his hometown, of course, he had to send him to see God with deep righteousness.

Hey? What do devils believe in? Is it God, or is it the Emperor? It seems that there are a lot of devil gods.

Cheng Fan began to think crankily again, shook his head, and hurriedly gouged out the mess in his mind and prepared for the next matters.

Alas, I wanted to be a quiet poisonous beast in the dark, but now it seems that I can't do it, killing one is killing, killing two is what, then ...... Let's kill it! Anyway, this beast is not a good beast!

Sure enough, Cheng Fan had just crept behind a lump of iron lumps that he didn't know his name for, and a crew member shouted bird language with a flashlight and came this way.

The middle-aged man's blood flowed on the deck on the side of the ship, and the smell of blood wafted to the crew's nose.

He frowned, looked solemn, and sniffed the smell vigorously.

No, it's not sea, it's not fishy, it's bloody, it's like your own nosebleed.

The crew member was a very thin young man, and his countenance, about twenty-five or sixteen, was scanned back and forth around the deck with a flashlight.

The moon was faint, and the light of the flashlight was very bright, shining on the side of the ship, and a puddle of dazzling blood stained from the side of the ship to the deck.

The crew was also bold, crouched down, dipped his fingers in the blood on the deck, and rubbed them.

The blood has not yet clotted and has a temperature, which proves that the person has just been killed.

The young crew's brow moved, and when he came just now, he seemed to hear the sound of falling water.

He hurriedly got up and looked out into the sea, the light of the flashlight shining back and forth along the side of the ship, and he shouted something as he walked along the strings of the boat.

But even if he was now possessed by a Grim Reaper schoolboy, it was impossible to guess that this was a monster murder that crawled out of the sea.

Instead, he thought it was someone or a few people on the ship!

After all, the credibility of a monster crawling out of the sea to kill people is far less than that of human killing! Moreover, people's hearts are inherently unpredictable! Wouldn't it be better to have one less person to divide the money?

The young crew approached Cheng Fan's hiding iron bump step by step, and the light of his flashlight cruised in Cheng Fan's hiding place several times, almost hitting him, making him can't help but burst out and hurt people.

This atmosphere was both tense and exciting, which made Cheng Fan feel extremely excited.

He didn't even know why he was excited. Is it that you are a crazy person in your subconscious? It's just that the previous mundane hides this attribute?

He was counting the pace of the young crew.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

Closer, closer、......、 closer......

Now is the time!

The light of the flashlight was just about to fall on Cheng Fan, and Cheng Fan had already exploded.

One claw choked the young crew's mouth, and the other ruthlessly pierced through the crew's chest, and the blood flowed along the chest to Cheng Fan's claw, which was a sticky and warm feeling.

"Flutter"

Cheng Fan pulled his claws out of the young crew's chest and pushed hard, and the young crew member also followed in the footsteps of the middle-aged man and planted it into the sea, becoming a dinner for fish and shrimp.

After killing the young crew member, Cheng Fan's eyes narrowed, pondered slightly, and walked lightly towards the cabin, it seems that he has not been found yet, so it is the time to kill someone while the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Probably the young crew came out in a hurry just now, the door to enter the cabin was not closed, it was blown by the wind, the door collided with the door frame, "clang, clang", in the dim corridor, a black shadow flashed from there, and the old-fashioned monitoring equipment faithfully recorded everything, but maybe it was too tired, maybe it was carelessness, the only remaining crew member on duty did not notice anything unusual.

The lights in the cabin were dim, and since it was at sea, the ship was constantly shaking, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left.

Cheng Fan was careful enough to swim silently in the cabin, much like an alien hunting prey in a horror movie.

Along a staircase, Cheng Fan climbed up.

As he climbed the stairs, he accidentally stepped on a garbage can, making some noise, but it didn't attract much attention, and the crew member on duty thought it was a companion coming back, and muttered a few complaints, but a monster's head poked out of the staircase and stared coldly at his back.

The careless fellow was quite merry, humming an unknown song happily, holding a colorful magazine in his right hand and indescribably in his left......

Cheng Fan was very happy to watch, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, these days of begging for life on the sea are really lonely as snow!

A paw crept behind the crew member who was "happy", and the crew tried to scream in terror, but the claw covered his mouth, and then he felt a cold thing cut through his neck, and something kept pouring out of his body.

He desperately wanted to struggle, and his legs struggled to bounce, but unfortunately, it was useless.

So sleepy, so tired, so eager to sleep, the flow of blood made his eyes close, and gradually lost the last ray of light in the world.

A half of the seat was stained red by the carotid artery's spewing of viscous plasma, and a dead body sat silently.

The clock in the wheelhouse was still "ticking", Cheng Fan looked up and saw that it was already four o'clock in the morning, and in two or three hours, one morning would come again, but the night outside the ship was getting deeper and deeper.

Outside the window, the black ink is heavy, the whining sea breeze blows, and the sound of the waves of the sea, as described in many literary works, an invisible darkness quietly envelops the fishing boat.