The journey of a heroine starting from the Dragon Clan

…The atmosphere on the ship has been a bit strange lately.

While brushing the deck vigorously with the brush in his hand, Sergey looked calmly at the officers standing at the bow not far away talking.

There are several classes on this icebreaker.

Those at the top are naturally the captain and first mate, the officers and soldiers belong to the middle class, and those at the bottom are naturally sailors like him, and it is their turn to do all kinds of dirty work.

In fact, in the past, this kind of life was nothing. After all, they are now dependent on others, and even their lives are in the hands of others. It is good to be alive, so naturally they will not be stupid enough to ask for too much.

But now, Sergey had to brace himself and prick up his ears to listen to all possible information.

——They also realized the seriousness of the matter without Mu Qingzhi's additional reminder.

About five days have passed since the party that night until now, and during these five days, following the sailor who fell ill because of hearing the strange noise that day, five more sailors fell ill one after another.

Although externally, the officers declared that the sailors were suffering from sepsis, five days have passed and the sailor who first collapsed still has not returned to his room.

Not only that, the medical room was also sealed off quietly by the officers. Without legitimate reasons, low-level people like them couldn't get close at all.

The medical room was like a giant gluttonous beast with its mouth open, swallowing up all the sailors who entered it without mercy.

What happened to those sailors, what condition they were in now, why everyone who went to clean the bilges would undoubtedly fall ill the next day... No one knows.

At the same time, due to the reduction in the number of sailors, their daily work has become further arduous, and it is common to be busy from morning to night.

Although this situation seems normal, it is more like the officers are using this method to prevent them from being distracted. When Sergei dragged his tired body to the canteen to serve food last night, he found that those The officer standing in the corner looked at them with pity...and ridicule.

Sergey recognized this look. When he was still at Black Swan Port, they found a nest of ants on the lawn in the middle of the courtyard. Anton used food residues to pave a path for the ants. There is a small puddle at the end.

At that time, Anton watched with great interest as the ants fell into the puddle one by one and struggled in the water. His face was full of condescending pity and ridicule... exactly the same as the officer's eyes when he looked at them.

Before the officer noticed his gaze and focused his gaze on him, he calmly turned around and walked towards the dining table with the dinner plate in hand, but there was a slow shiver behind him.

Although those people brought them on this ship because of Mu Qingzhi, the other party didn't care about them at all. Whether they were dead or alive had nothing to do with the other party.

Khorkina and Zhunova, who had been following Mu Qingzhi, might have a chance of surviving, but if he and Yakov didn't find a way to save themselves, their ending would definitely not be too happy.

Yu let out a gentle breath, and while vigorously scrubbing the deck, Sergey calmly leaned towards the front of the deck.

At this distance, with the help of the sea breeze, he could already vaguely hear some sporadic words.

...rotten...stench...humanoid...what else?

After trying hard to prick up his ears, Sergey put all his energy there.

But unfortunately, as if they had noticed something, the two officers stopped talking. After looking at him who was focused on washing the deck, the two officers stopped talking and instead I started smoking in the sea breeze.

The weather has been relatively mild in the past few days, and the sea seems calm, with no big waves.

After confirming that the other party was no longer talking, Sergey cursed secretly in his mind. Sergey put away his little thoughts, as if venting his emotions, he vigorously scrubbed the deck.

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Lunch time is a rare leisure time.

After carrying the plates and preparing the food, Sergei and Yakov chose the most remote table and sat down with a tacit understanding.

"I tried to sneak to the medical room, but failed."

While eating the food with his head down, Yakov spoke softly.

"At the door of the medical room, there are always two officers with guns. Sailors like us can't sneak in at all. Not only that, the windows of the medical room are also firmly nailed up with those wooden boards, so nothing can be seen. Light."

"...Completely closed?"

Unconsciously, Sergey frowned.

In terms of physique, he is as skinny as a monkey and far less strong than Yakov, but in terms of brain, he is definitely much better than his opponent.

"Well, I tried to put my ear secretly on it, but I only heard a sporadic and creepy chewing sound."

As if recalling the weird chewing sound again, Yakov twisted his body slightly uneasily.

"The situation in the medical room may be dangerous. Do you want to think about it again?"

"There's no time to think about it. Based on the speed at which sailors are falling ill, it won't be long before it's our turn. Instead of just sitting there and waiting for death, we might as well take a risk."

After taking a piece of potato into his mouth, Sergey shook his head slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

All the sailors who are known to have fallen ill have gone to clean the bottom cabin. Although it is classified as a forbidden area and no one is allowed to approach it, officers still let it go during cleaning.

According to the current speed of scheduling, it will be his and Yakov's turn to go there in a few days. Although nothing happened when they went to clean before, who can say in this situation? What exactly happened over there?

Sergey was sure that if he couldn't find out in advance why those sailors fell ill, something would happen to them when it was their turn.

Although they currently have no access to those sailors, getting into the medical room involves more than just getting sick.

——That afternoon, Sergey "accidentally" fell while doing daily cleaning. His head fell on a raised place and he was seriously injured.