Catherine's brows furrowed instantly, as if her whole person was about to explode in an instant, she was a little nervous and excited.

She sighed slowly and quickly closed the warehouse door in front of her.

It was only at this time that she breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stood there as if no one was around, and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

Walking up the corridor was a relatively old figure, which Catherine recognized at a glance, this was Michelle and their butler, and his status on this ship was very high.

The family will carry and send a trusted old man in the family to warn the young man not to be impulsive at all times, so even if Michelle does things, he will be subject to some control by this butler many times.

The old man's footprints fell firmly to the ground, and as he got older, every step the old man took was loud, which also made Catherine's heart suddenly become more nervous, standing here as if she was sitting on pins and needles.

She waited slowly, and the butler came straight to her.

"Good housekeeper." Catherine only greeted the old man very briefly.

These old guys are old foxes, so Catherine is extremely cautious at this moment, for fear of accidentally revealing some flaws.

The old man glanced at Catherine briefly, and then spoke almost nasally, only humming softly.

Catherine stood motionless, not making any sound.

"What is the situation in the water room, especially tonight, you must be vigilant." The old man coughed lightly, and then asked a little carelessly.

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

The latter nodded slightly, patted Catherine on the shoulder, and said, "Sorry."

The old man suddenly frowned, as if he had noticed something.

Catherine was one of the few white men on the ship who was still standing guard at night, so this also made the old man feel very relieved, and he had just come to comfort Catherine.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was blood on Catherine's shoulder, and Catherine couldn't help but look down to see that there was indeed a small piece of blood on her shoulder that she hadn't had time to deal with just now.

The two sides were silent for about five seconds, and then Catherine showed a smile, "Maybe that Chinese man's nosebleed on me tonight, look at me, I didn't even notice."

Catherine's explanation is barely plausible.

The old man nodded slightly, "After getting off the post, clean the blood stains on your body."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and watched the butler leave.

After taking two steps out, the old man suddenly turned back.

Catherine noticed the butler's eyes and couldn't help but look up.

"Is there anything going on, Mr. Butler?"

The old man shook his head lightly and asked, "I see you're a little naïve, I have a question for you, what's the code word tonight?"

Catherine was also stunned in place, whispering? How come I've never heard of a code word?

If you can't answer it, then isn't it equivalent to revealing your stuffing?

A flash of panic flashed through her mind, and her brain began to spike.

But after thinking about it, she didn't hear anyone torture her secret words tonight, and when her thoughts came to this, she had a bold idea.

"I haven't heard of any code words tonight, Mr. Butler, are you mistaken?" Catherine said.

"Haha, that should be my mistake, stand guard well, I'm leaving." The old man smiled very easily.

This time there was no turning back, but if you looked closely, it was obvious that Catherine now had a little more murderous intent in her eyes.

Her eyes were like the snow in the winter without any emotion, and the dagger in her hand was clenched tightly.

The old man walked out about ten steps, and Catherine heard every footprint clearly, and almost every step was on her own, as when she came

I am above the barrier of my heart.

The old man took another step, but there was a slight pause in this step, and he shouted, "Come ........"

It's just that before he could even utter the second word, he was slammed through the chest with a dagger, and then fell to the ground in a daze.

Catherine finally smiled, it was clear that she had noticed something was wrong from the beginning, so she had a little murderous intent.

As for tonight, according to Catherine's guess, there is a high probability that there is really no so-called code word, and she just made a crooked bet.

But from the butler's eyes, there was still no half relieved look, although the old man was well disguised, but Catherine still saw half a point of sharpness in his eyes, and even had a little bit of murderous intent.

The butler's old vixen, who had lived for decades, had actually seen that something was wrong with Catherine.

So he wanted to distance himself first, and then he was calling for someone to come and arrest Catherine.

Almost the moment Catherine was exposed, just stuck in the moment when the butler spoke, the dagger flew out,

If the timing of his shot is one second late, I am afraid that he will be exposed.

People always become more and more ruthless after killing people again and again, because in the game of approaching death again and again, they can truly understand the true meaning of life.

Being soft on the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself, this sentence is what Li Fei often says, Catherine didn't feel it before, but at this moment, she can really empathize.

She didn't kill many people, and even most of them were cannibals, and now in less than half an hour, she killed two people one after another, and she was more or less touched in her heart.

She sighed softly, but now time could not stand her delay, and the old man's body lay in the hallway.

She gasped and began dragging the old man's body towards the place where she had just discarded the man.

Stacking the two corpses on top of each other, Catherine had mixed feelings in her heart.

I have never killed someone so sharply, and I have always been nervous in my heart, so there are still some discomforts in my physiology.

Finally, after pulling out the dagger from the butler's body, Catherine could no longer suppress the nausea in her body and was almost about to vomit.

As for tonight, according to Catherine's guess, there is a high probability that there is really no so-called code word, and she just made a crooked bet.

She sighed softly, now that time could not stand her delay, she strode out of the stuffy cabin.