Get on the boat quietly, don't shoot.
The speed of the fishing boat on the sea was not considered fast. It was about ten knots per hour. Converted to the well-known method of expression, it was about eighteen kilometers per hour. Ye Ru could still easily keep up with this speed.
Following that, from dawn to dusk, dusk to night. He watched as the sun disappeared on the other side of the horizon, and the strange fish continued to follow the boat forward.
A crew member took out a few fish from the freezer and threw them into the sea. In the dark sea, a black shadow bit the fish and swallowed them.
It was a pity that the lights here were dark and could not shine into the sea. The black shadow did not surface and expose itself, so they could not see that this guy was not a fish at all, but a small monster.
If he saw it, he would feel that it was quite familiar. Oh, wasn't this the monster that had beaten Max Ultraman to escape some time ago? It was just a little smaller!
After Ye Fu finished eating the fish, he dived into the water silently and continued to follow the fishing boat. He had a new plan. Even though he was mentally exhausted and didn't have the strength to swim, he was filled with energy when he thought of that interesting plan.
A pair of scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness of the bottom of the ship, and a strange smile appeared in those eyes…
For several days, Ye Fu followed behind the fishing boat. The people on the boat knew of his existence, but they treated him as a very patient and stubborn silly fish.
The crew even gave him a name in the language of birds. Of course, Ye Fu himself did not know this name.
The crew would throw some fish into the water every day, completely unaware that the thing at the bottom of the water was not a fish, but a small monster demon that was ready to take their lives.
It was already the fifth night. The fishing boat was still sailing on the sea. The speed at night was much slower than during the day. A light illuminated the road ahead.
Speaking of which, the weather had been excellent these few days. The sea had become calm and beautiful, as if its wildness and brutality had been worn away by the storm.
The crew members were very happy and felt that this was a good sign. They had gained a lot this time and could return home safely to reunite with their families.
There were no stars tonight, and a crescent moon hung in the sky. A dark cloud floated over from the horizon, just covering the moonlight. The sea breeze blew, and the sound was like a complaint, as if the dead were lamenting.
Such an environment was like a scene in a horror movie where ghosts would appear.
Under the boundless darkness of the sea, a fishing boat was sailing alone like a ghost ship in the rumors.
The moon soon emerged from the clouds again. The bright light did not add much light to the world. Instead, it gave people a feeling of coldness and horror, as if ghosts were about to appear.
A rustling sound came from the back of the boat. Looking in the direction of the sound, it was a rope that was constantly shaking and rubbing against the side of the boat.
The rope was stretched taut, making the side of the ship creak slightly, as if there was a heavy object attached to it.
The entire ship was quiet. There were still three crew members on duty in the cockpit. No one spoke, and they all looked tired.
There was a clock ticking in the room. One of the crew members yawned and looked up at the clock. It was already two in the morning, the time when people were the most sleepy and tired of the day.
One of the crew members couldn't stand the sleepiness anymore. He greeted the other two and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He held it in his mouth and left the cockpit. He was ready to go outside for some fresh air and smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.
He lit the cigarette in his mouth and took a deep breath. A puff of smoke entered his lungs from his mouth, and a refreshing feeling entered his bones. The unbearable sleepiness seemed to have been dispelled by the smell of the burning Nicotine.
The cool night breeze ruffled the corner of his clothes. He was a middle-aged man who had been drifting on the sea all year round, making him look older than usual.
The middle-aged man smoked as he carefully took out an old notebook from his pocket.
He opened the booklet in his hand. There was a photo on each page. Most of the photos were of an ordinary Japanese woman and a young girl.
Page by page, the little girl in the photo slowly grew up. Occasionally, a man could be seen in a few photos, but he was obviously younger than he was now.
The middle-aged man's rough fingers caressed the photo. Looking at his wife and daughter in the photo, a blissful smile appeared on his weathered face.
"Tomoko Yamaguchi, Weiyang, wait for me, wait for me to come home.”
The middle-aged man pressed the photo against his chest, his expression intoxicated. He spoke in an incomprehensible bird language, and before he knew it, a shiny monster stood not far behind him.
Monster looked at him strangely, wondering if he should kill him, or kill him, or kill him.!
The man was about to finish smoking and looked at the photos of his wife and daughter. His fatigue had been swept away and he was full of energy. He carefully hid the small book in front of his chest and even touched it with his hand.
However…when he turned around, he saw a shiny little monster grinning at him.
The cigarette butt in his mouth had yet to burn out. The middle-aged man wanted to shout, but the cigarette butt fell into his mouth and burned his throat. By the time he wanted to make a sound, it was already too late.
Five cold fingers enlarged in front of his eyes, and a slap landed on his neck.
The blade of his hand was like a knife, cutting off the middle-aged man's carotid artery and trachea very quickly. Warm blood spurted out, and with a splash, the man fell into the water.
Ye Fu shook off the blood on his claws and felt a little depressed. It was a dark night, and the wind was strong. He had specially chosen this time to sneak up here to kill and seize the ship. He wanted to kill people secretly. He didn't want guns.
He didn't expect to meet such a ghost who didn't sleep at night and came out to miss his hometown and family. Of course, he could only send him to God.
Eh? What did the Japanese believe in? Was it God or the Emperor? It seemed that there were many gods in the Japanese.
Ye Fu started to let his imagination run wild again. He shook his head and quickly dug out the messy thoughts in his mind to prepare for the next step.
Sigh, I originally 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 nothing, then…let's kill as much as we want! Anyway, this beast is not a good beast!
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