The captain's gaze through the glass window made him sweat. Although he is also a battle-hardened occultist, not every occultist is well suited to the stress that comes with every occult event. Many occult experts always think that they will die this time in a mysterious event, but in the end, they survived, and their seemingly more survivable companions did not survive, which makes people feel more and more that their fate is so unpredictable. Every mysterious event brings a sense of extreme unease to most of the occultists involved, unexpected events, unexpected developments, and sudden changes that catch people off guard - and even now, no matter how many times they have been experienced, they cannot get used to this terrible environment in which they have to pray for luck.

Nervousness, fear, uneasiness, the shadows of the cups, the grass and trees, all kinds of sensations that make your heart seem to stop, will suddenly appear in one of your breaths, in the blink of an eye, and before these feelings appear, it is difficult to be sure if or when it will appear. Maybe it's just an illusion, maybe it's just a glimmer of illusion brought about by the wind, maybe it's the shadow that there is actually nothing unusual in the corner, maybe it's a nervous breakdown, it's a visual error, it's every change in the physiology of the body that makes you particularly sensitive, but in fact there is no actual harm - in short, no matter when and by what circumstances, you don't need to be surprised in theory.

However, those emotions that should have been mentally prepared because of many experiences to outsiders, and should not be so strong, are always like experiencing them for the first time in most occult experts.

The captain came to his senses and wiped his sweat. He was a little distracted, trying to remember what he had seen before, what had allowed him to be seized by that deep fear in that moment, but he couldn't remember it anyway. And "not remembering" itself will always make him feel that it is a sign of abnormality, and he will always wonder "why can't I remember?" ”

But. The world outside the glass window was indeed nothing but a thick fog. The ship should not have stopped, and the data of various instruments, as well as the waves of the hull splitting the seawater, all tell that the ship is sailing at a steady speed. As for the direction, because the reference has been completely lost, I can only believe that I can only guide the navigation system, but. It would not be surprising if they finally found that they had strayed from the course, or had not moved at all, or had even unknowingly turned back to an American port, or had come to some uninhabited reef.

Yes, one should not be surprised, be calm, in the world of mysteries. Anything can happen - the captain repeated in his mind over and over again.

Then, he glanced out of the boat again. Just push the door and leave. However, a terrifying sensation almost stopped his heart from beating, and he had a particularly strong premonition, as if he was crying out hysterically to himself and warning himself. Don't go in that direction. This feeling is so strong, it makes people feel even more that something must be happening in that direction.

The captain wanted to follow his instincts, but his body was under the control of another, deeper will, and turned in that direction. He heard a creaking sound from his neck. It was as if it was rusty, and it was like staring at the strong resistance, and it was hard to turn in that direction.

He didn't want to see it, but he couldn't help but see it.

That indescribable silhouette. Emerging from the mist, it was not like anything, not an animal, not an artifact, not a person, not any monster he had seen, heard, or understood, but it made him feel a sense of familiarity as if he had seen it somewhere, and a sense of immediacy that had happened in front of him at a certain time.

At this moment, the captain connected this sudden, indescribable silhouette with his previous fear and distraction. It's as if the seemingly unrelated pieces suddenly come together in a twisted way, forming an absurd pattern. He felt his soul break away from his shell, float out of his body, penetrate the roof of the ship, and look down on the ship.

It was only from this perspective that he realized what the outline emerging from the fog was—just a part of a much larger outline. And I didn't observe this silhouette from a position outside the outline, but the big ship was already in this huge silhouette, and I looked out from the inside.

When the captain saw this clearly, and recognized this, he could not help but groan bitterly—we have been swallowed, he could not help but think so.

When and what kind of thing swallowed this ship and the people on this ship, he did not have a relatively clear understanding. It was at this time that he suddenly saw, suddenly recognized, suddenly perceived, that the ship was in this huge outline, and perhaps had become part of this huge outline.

It is like the relationship between internal organs and body, and this new Titanic can be described as an organ belonging to the internal organs - it sails in a certain direction, and the various changes that occur inside it are the embodiment of its normal operation as an "organ".

The next moment, the captain was like waking up from a nightmare, and the soul that seemed to have been separated from the body once returned to the body, and it was nowhere to be found. The captain felt his head swell, his stomach tumbling upside down, and the great fear made him gause. He stumbled out of the observation room and sped toward Takakawa's room again.

Along the way, he saw the fissures and distorted textures in the ship, full of symbolic patterns, as if he had come to life. Sometimes the motifs resemble screaming human faces, and sometimes the lacquered parts resemble anti-intellectual graffiti, sharp, ironic, and full of malice. Even, every time he rolled his eyes, the shaking of his gaze would produce a terrifying pattern that would jump out of the walls, floors, and ceilings.

He began to use his abilities to get rid of the "negative factors" that he had designated, but he couldn't really feel how this mysterious power was working, and whether it was already working. Everyone will say that he is luckier than others, but this kind of lucky performance is his own luck. Or is it the luck that comes from relying on the ability to drive out the "negative factors"? It is also difficult for him to determine - when he intends to use his powers, all he can do is "designate the negative factors" and generate a thought to "drive them away", and after that, whether the power has already begun to be exercised, he will not be able to perceive the slightest signs.

Even so. In terms of results alone, he was able to survive many mysterious events until now, which also made him a little convinced that his abilities were not imagined, but real.

Now, he also relied on this hard-to-verify ability to reach Takakawa's door safely.

He knocked the door.

The sound is extremely loud, and the sound of knocking on the door with the same force should be half or less. He kind of felt it. The reason why this sound was so loud was that in the depths of the other side of the passage, a certain voice was coming at the same time, which happened to overlap with the knock on the door.

There was no movement in the room. The captain confirmed again that it was indeed Takakawa's room.

The sound of his breathing became heavier and heavier, so that he could hear it clearly, and he realized that his breathing had become like this. It's like a dying person desperately trying to get his last breath of air. It was as if the power supporting the body had been sucked out, sucked away by a whirlpool that could not be seen with the naked eye. He felt that the whirlpool was passing over his head, not intentionally or untargeted, but more like he was unlucky enough to be in this position.

The fear of dying burned through every cell like a volcano.

No!

He shouted, but he couldn't hear himself.

Obviously, he had stopped knocking on the door, but the already heavy and loud knocking continued. And, as if approaching, it grew louder and louder, so distracted that he wished to cut off his ears.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die! He shouted in fear.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind, and the cold, calm breath was incompatible with the horror he was going through, and he felt for a moment that this breath was the culprit that made him feel so frightened. But in the next moment, he heard a familiar voice: "Captain, you are sweating a lot." What are you doing standing here? ”

"Taka, Mr. Takagawa." He blurted out this familiar name, turned his head suddenly, and confirmed with his own eyes that it was indeed Gao Chuan who was familiar to him on the shoulder. His body was limp, as if he had lost his strength, and he needed to hold on to the door to stand. Still, he sat on the ground with his back against the door of Takakawa's room.

"Looks like something not so good has happened again." Takakawa was not surprised by the captain's dejected appearance, although he had just experienced two mysterious events not long ago, but if nothing strange happened on this ship after that, it was the most unlikely. The people on the ship have a clear understanding of mysterious events and have a wealth of experience in dealing with them, although it cannot be said that they can get used to it after too many experiences, and in fact, few mystery experts think that they can get used to these experiences, but it is not easy to make the captain who is a mystery expert become what he is looking like in front of him.

Takakawa knew very well that it was a great sense of fear that had invaded the captain, making him suffocate in fear that he could not help himself. And to produce such a huge sense of fear, it is definitely not caused by simple "illusions" and "illusions".

Has the second phase of the sacrificial ritual begun? Gao Chuan couldn't help but think so. Even so, because the female officer controlled the vast majority of the ship's personnel, she would have received information earlier than the others. Although the female officers were also tracking down the sacrificial rites, they were not trying to stop them. If she finds clues first and hides the information, it will be difficult for even herself to detect it.

"Me, we're in the belly of a big dick!" The captain had enough to breathe, and then hurriedly said to Gao Chuan: "We are its internal organs." We act as if the big guy's internal organs are at work. The more active our actions are, the greater the effectiveness of our internal organs! ”

Although the captain's voice was still a little out of breath, Takakawa still understood what he meant at the first time - the actions of himself and others would not weaken the enemy's strength, but would make the enemy stronger. However, even if the captain does not say it, it is not surprising that sacrificial rituals are often characterized by such characteristics.

The saying "we are in the belly of a big guy" is the focus of Gao Chuan's attention.

"We're already surrounded?" Takakawa said, "There are no doomsday truth cult wizards? No Nazi soldiers? ”

"None of them. No, maybe they've already come, just changed into another form. The captain took a deep breath, trying to calm his speech as calmly as possible, "We can't see them, not because they don't exist, but because we're not in the opposite side of them, but already in the midst of them. I don't know when we started to make mistakes in our judgment of our own footing, which led to a huge deviation in the results of our observations. ”

After a pause, after Gao Chuan was silent for a long time, the captain took the lead in asking, "Where did you go just now?" ”

"Go and look for clues to the sacrificial ritual. You know, I'm not quite on the right path with her. Takakawa shook his head and said, "I couldn't convince her." ”

The captain looked "no surprises", and from the beginning, he didn't think that the woman was someone who could be convinced. It's just that if you don't stop her in the first place, it's hard to stop her from doing what she wants - but it's not uncommon, and it's rare for multiple occult experts of different affiliations and origins to be able to cooperate amicably when they're in the same mystical event. Everyone has their own ideas, and because of their own abilities, they all have their own set of practices, accommodating the ideas of others, or trying to find ways to win together, in most cases, it is redundant. Because, there are too many unexpected situations in mysterious events, whether it is accommodation or win-win, if you can't have an accurate prediction and consensus on the development of the situation in advance, there is no way to talk about it.

Just like this ship, in addition to the calm at the beginning of departure, there are a series of accidents after that. There are accidents made by the enemy, accidents made by one's own people, accidents that seem to be accidental, and there are accidents that make all these seemingly accidents seem inevitable. (To be continued.) )