readx;? The next few days were a bit boring, and Ian and Tim didn't find a good time to head to the warehouse again, so they spent their time on the ship. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info can really only be said to be muddy, the first day or two of the novelty is still there, but with the passage of time slowly faded. Because the ocean is still the ocean, even if it is endless, it is just an unchanging blue color for Ian.

After two or three days of watching, Ian now has no sense of the majestic sea.

So he was somewhat unable to understand the ship's captain, Vincent Yan Xiu. Because this middle-aged man stood alone on the deck almost all the time, looking out in the direction of the Sophia.

There are also a group of crew members, who have sailed for so long, and they have not seen the slightest boredom in their eyes. Ian thought maybe this was the difference between the coastal and the inland, who had incorporated the sea into their lives, while the inlanders were different.

For example, Tim, the man with big dreams, is sitting on the deck chair at the moment, bored with his feet buttoned, and then from time to time he raises his head and looks at the sea as deeply as Vincent, and then sighs heavily, lowers his head and continues to buckle his feet.

"Oh my God, how long will this monotonous life last? Tim complained, "I didn't come here to eat and die. ”

Tim described life at sea as eating and waiting to die, and Ian thought about it and thought it was quite vivid. This person who aspires to become a so-called "recorder" always pops out of his mouth from time to time with some vivid descriptions.

After a few days of getting along, Ian knows very well that you can't talk to him at this time, otherwise he will talk to you endlessly, most of which are topics that Ian is not interested in, and he can talk for most of the day. So Ian is now learning to be obedient, just holding a book, sitting on the deck and reading a book while basking in the sun, this kind of life is unprecedented for him.

The book Ian was reading was borrowed from the library in Port Sophia some time ago. Named Albert's fantasy journey, Ian also recalls that the old keeper of the museum at the beginning lent the book to Ian, an outsider, because he "saw a sea monster when he was young, so he believed that a sea monster existed".

But other than that, he couldn't help Ian. He said he had seen the sea monster, but he could provide very little information, so Ian put all his hopes for clues to the sea monster in this autobiography.

But this book is said to be a "fantasy journey", but there is no shadow of fantasy at all. The author, Albert, seems to have landed on Epilon Island with the first Sophia, and in his depiction, Epilon Island is no different from an ordinary island.

The only difference is that there is treasure buried on the island. According to his account, the captain of the ship, Sophia, the first lord of the city, found glittering gold in a cave. The amount of gold is very large, and in the book it is described as "a mountain of gold". Sophie Adam immediately ordered the gold to be loaded onto the ship until the hull could no longer bear it.

They then brought the gold back to the port of Sofia, which Sofia used to build the dilapidated port that is now the port of Sofia. At this point, Albert's fantastical journey is almost over, and the next few words are about how the first lord of the city, Sophia, founded Sophia.

Reading the whole book, Ian thought it was weird. Especially in the previous part of "Fantasy Journey", the text in many places seems very stiff, I don't know if it is the reason why the author Albert's writing is not good. Moreover, there are no ups and downs in the whole story, just everything is recorded very calmly, and there is no fantasy at all. Even if you find a treasure, that's just a few words.

"Hey, buddy, what are you reading? Tim leaned over and asked.

Ian didn't want to deal with him, but after thinking that maybe he could help, he closed the book and asked, "Let me ask you a question, have you ever written a book?"

"Nonsense, definitely written. Tim said with some smugness, "I also helped our village write a village history." ”

"I'm referring to novels, have you ever written a novel?"

"Novels haven't been written yet. Tim scratched his head, "But I also know how to write it, that is, how to make it up, how to look good and how to make it." ”

"So what's so good-looking?"

"This, it depends on who you write it to. Write to those old perverts, write to those gamblers, write to those teenagers who are eager for adventure, all have to be different. Tim thought for a moment and said, "It's about catering to the reader's interest anyway." Anyway, why are you asking this, do you want to write a book too?"

"Does it appeal to the reader's interests?" muttered Ian, "and who is this book intended for?" ”

"I'm going to see what book you're reading, eh? Albert's Fantastical Journey, it looks good, lend me a look. Tim took the book from Ian's hand, and finally quieted for a moment and looked down.

He read the book very quickly, and Ian felt that it didn't take long for him to finish halfway through. I saw him shake his head, throw the book to Ian, and muttered: "What is this writing, the sentence doesn't make sense, this can also be an author? ”

With that, Tim lay back on the recliner and closed his eyes. It didn't take long for the sound of heavy snoring to be heard. Ian was also a little bored, it seemed that this guy really couldn't help much, so he could only sigh silently, and also lay down, looking at the sun with his eyes open.

The sun was nice this afternoon, not very big, after all, it was still spring. The sun that is half-hidden in the white clouds, the sunlight that shines on the ocean is warm and comfortable. It's really easy to get sleepy in this environment, and Ian quickly couldn't hold it anymore, and he didn't know what was going on in his head, it was a mess, like a ball of yarn.

He wanted to untie this ball of yarn, but he didn't expect that the more he solved it, the more chaotic it became, and the more he solved it, the more tired he became. Slowly, he found that he couldn't untie the ball of yarn, so he could only fall asleep unwillingly.

Then he began to dream, dreaming about many things that had happened before. There are some beautiful things with his parents in Liuyun, with the old beggar in Blackrock, and with the Messiah in the snowy mountains, and the Messiah is standing on the wooden ladder, making Ian close his eyes, while he himself opens his eyes and slowly approaches his lips.

The dark blue eyes made Ian's heart beat rapidly, and then he gently closed his eyes.

The mouths of the two finally touched, but the Messiah's lips did not have that soft touch. Instead, it was slimy, as if something had melted, and at the same time, there was a fishy smell that poured into the nasal cavity.

Ian opened his eyes.

The Messiah was gone, and he was still lying on a deck chair with the sky above him. It's just that the sky has completely darkened, and I don't know when it has changed, and the light rain is falling from the dark clouds little by little.

Ian was stunned for a long time, and a very heavy sense of loss came to his heart. He had to admit that he missed the Messiah very much, he met the Messiah in the spring, and now that it was spring again, he didn't know if there would be a chance to meet her again.

He rubbed on the chaise longue for a long time, and finally found that he could not sleep in the light rain, so he had to sit up. There was no one on deck anymore, Tim didn't know when he woke up, he was gone, and even the deck chairs had been moved.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Ian didn't want to be a soup chicken, so he prepared to leave. It was then that he discovered that there was another person on deck besides him. The man was standing at the front of the deck, looking into the distance, leaving Ian with a gloomy back.

At first, Ian thought it was Captain Vincent, as he had been standing there all along. It's just that he soon realized that something was wrong, Vincent's skeleton was very large, he was the type of strong man, but the person in front of him looked a little thin.

Ian hesitated for a moment and shouted at the man, "It's raining, won't you go in?"

The man slowly turned his head, and Ian saw his face, and then his whole body stiffened in an instant.

He'd seen this guy, no, he didn't know if he had seen it or not. It was the man who was in the room, sitting on the hanging window, and who had broken the power of his Iliad. Ian originally thought it was just a hallucination, but he didn't expect to encounter it again.

The man looked at Ian calmly, his eyes glazed over. Ian couldn't calm down, because the man in front of him knew his biggest secret. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only look at him nervously.

"The Iliad. The man spoke slowly, and to Ian's shock, the two of them were separated by a long distance, but the man's voice reached his ears very clearly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long, long, long time, so long that I've almost forgotten who I am. ”

"Who are you?" Ian asked.

"Who am I? Didn't I say it, I'm almost forgetting. The man slowly stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and picked up the raindrops with his hand, "A word of advice for you, Iliad." Look at things, don't just look at the surface. ”

Ian was about to ask what he meant, but he realized that something was wrong. The raindrops that fell on the man's hand were not transparent, but tinged with a faint red. The rain gathered in the man's hands, and the pale red slowly deepened, slowly turning crimson, and the clean raindrops became viscous.

"Do you see the beauty of this rain?" the man slowly clenched his hands, and the rain, oh no, the viscous red liquid slowly spilled out of his fingers.

Where is this rain, this is obviously blood!

Ian jerked his head up, and the raindrops had completely changed color. The viscous liquid hit his face, and this lonely ship in the sea was actually sailing in the rain of blood!

"Find out, Iliad. The man sighed leisurely, like the wailing of a beast before it died, "I can't wait."

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed, illuminating the man's pale face. He spread his arms and slowly dissipated in Ian's eyes. Ian stared blankly at everything in front of him, and this kind of unreasonable thing happened right under his nose.

The next moment, the roar of thunder sounded for a long time.

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