Above the deck.

Wen Ya and Huang Mao were "working" on the deck.

When it comes to work, the entire process is very monotonous and simple.

Since the deck was not dirty, everything was assigned to two positions: loading ammunition and controlling cables.

A long and thin hose goes straight from below the deck. Whenever red steam rises from the chimney on the deck, the sailor controlling the cable will connect the hose to the iron pipe and then load the bomb.

Say hello to the sailor.

The sailor loading ammunition pressed the button.

With a humming sound, the machine started to operate like a water pump.

Wenya's cell phone buzzed and vibrated twice in her pocket, and she said it was Wen Jianyan who probably found it.

She took out her phone without leaving a trace and glanced at the content on it.

Wen Jianyan asked two questions. The first one was about whether they were looking for Lilith. Unfortunately, all the sailors on the deck were observed by Huang Mao, and there was no staff member wearing a tortoiseshell cat suit.

And the second question...

A little strange.

He asked if there were any pipes on the deck, and if so, wanted them to see what was in them.

Wenya is responsible for connecting the hoses, which is relatively easy to do.

She glanced at it without leaving any trace, making sure that she didn't pay attention. Then, her fingers slipped slightly without trace, and the hose and the iron pipe slipped.

The next second, bright red and viscous "liquid" surged out of it.

A sweet smell filled the air.

Wenya hurriedly borrowed the hose again.

The responsible sailor waved and pulled a relatively idle sailor from the side and asked him to clean the dirt that Wen Ya had just spread on the deck.

Wen Ya took two steps back and quickly sent out the conclusion with the movements of her fingers hidden in the suit.

"Buzz."

The text message vibrated.

Wen Jianyan took out his cell phone, and the two words on the screen were shocking.

--"syrup".

[Honesty comes first] There was an uproar in the live broadcast room:

"...Guy?! Is this so-called syrup made of fucking frog eggs and frogs!!!"

"Damn it, this is my first time saying this..."

"Oh my god, to be honest, the anchor in this copy is too miserable!!!!"

"Are there any anchors in this copy who haven't drunk syrup?"

"I have gone around the live broadcast rooms of other anchors in this copy. I can responsibly tell you that there is no such thing."

"Yes... the contaminated anchors need syrup to recover. The anchors who have completed the project also need to come to the food area to buy products with syrup. In short, there are always 800 ways to drink..."

"Holy shit, my face turns green just by looking at it."

"It's so perverted, my God, this copy is so perverted!!!"

"I always feel that this thing definitely has side effects, otherwise this fantasy amusement park wouldn't be so afraid of the low clearance rate... I just don't know what the dungeon mechanism is..."

Wen Jianyan's face also turned green.

After realizing the ingredients of these syrups, he felt his stomach churning and made him vomit.

The weird feeling stuck in the throat seemed to reappear, like a gangrene attached to the bone that could not be removed.

...Gan.

This copy of B is really abnormal!

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and forced himself to withdraw his thoughts from this aspect.

He slowly took a few steps back and was about to leave the room.

But, suddenly, a strong sense of uneasiness came over me.

Wen Jianyan's danger radar sounded involuntarily, and he looked up.

At the bottom of the stairs, I saw a cleaning employee wearing a blue uniform standing not far away. It seemed to be preparing to throw a handful of frog eggs into the pipe. Standing there was a tricky person who could see the temperature.

A brief perspective.

No!

Wen Jianyan felt alarm bells ringing in his heart.

At the moment when he realized the danger, he opened the door behind him as quickly as possible, turned and ran out!

The heart was beating rapidly in the chest, and the blood seemed to be boiling under the strong uneasiness.

The cleaning employee stood on the spot, with 80% of his pale, sticky and moist face covered by a thick mask, leaving only a pair of bulging eyes, staring at an open gap, slowly moving

Closed door direction.

It pressed a button on the wall.

The next second, a piercing alarm bell sounded throughout the pirate ship.
Chapter completed!