blogombal Chapter 175 Where's the person hanging?!
Chapter 175 Where's the person hanging?!
Chapter 175 Where's the person hanging?!
Bayam, in that safe house near the Sea Waves Church district,
"Huff—. Huff—. Huff—."
Lorne leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving violently. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion and bewilderment.
He rubbed his throbbing forehead, feeling as if he had just experienced an unimaginable, immense event. But what exactly it was, his mind was completely blank.
Uh... I can't remember anything.
The feeling was like having a dream that was incredibly real and important, but upon waking, you couldn't remember a single fragment.
All that remained was an empty, indescribable sense of exhaustion.
"Brando? What's wrong?"
Danitz, who was standing nearby, also noticed Lorne's unusual behavior. He saw Lorne suddenly wake up, his face pale and his body drenched in cold sweat, and immediately asked with concern.
"Meow?" Rachi, curled up beside Lorne's legs, also looked up with concern, staring intently at its owner with its amber eyes.
Lorne did not speak.
He felt an indescribable, deep-seated sense of unease. He picked up the half-empty bottle of strong liquor that Danitz had been drinking from on the table beside him.
I unscrewed the cap, pointed it directly at the bottle opening, and took a big gulp.
The spicy liquid burned his throat, which calmed his chaotic thoughts a little.
"Hey, Brando, what have you noticed?" Danitz asked again, noticing his unusual behavior.
"Is it the 'sick girl' who's come after us?"
Lorne shook his head.
To be honest, he feels very tired right now.
It wasn't physical fatigue, but a deeper, more profound sense of weakness, as if his soul had been hollowed out. He even found it incredibly difficult to speak.
It felt like I had gone through an indescribable battle, and everything had been completely depleted.
He waved to Danitz to indicate that he was alright, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
He had a vague, bad feeling.
At the same time.
Tracy is currently navigating through the city's intricate network of rooftops and shadows.
She is still searching.
Searching for the whereabouts of that damned "Flame" Danitz, she successfully found some clues in the ruined house using her "assassin" abilities.
But based on that alone, she still couldn't pinpoint Danitz's location; she could only be certain that he was still in Bayam.
"I will never let you go." She stopped on a clock tower, looking down at the sleeping city below, and squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.
In her mind, the image of Brando's cold face, still bearing traces of pain and terror, uncontrollably surfaced in the suitcase.
And that bitch Edwina Edwards!
In Tracy's view, this matter was absolutely related to that damned "Iceberg General"! Danitz was just an executor, a henchman, while the real mastermind hiding behind the scenes must be that woman!
However, beneath the overwhelming anger and hatred, a peculiar thought lingered in her mind, one that even she found absurd.
A kind of wishful thinking that is almost self-deception.
Brando may not be dead yet.
There may still be a chance to salvage everything.
Although she had seen the body with her own eyes and had physical evidence, rationally she knew that Brando was dead.
but·
However, her witch-like spiritual intuition was vaguely telling her that things were not so simple.
This contradictory feeling, like two hands, was tearing at her soul, causing her immense torment.
No matter what
She shook her head, temporarily suppressing those unrealistic fantasies.
Let's find that damn "Flame" first!
Once we catch him, the whole truth will come to light!
On the Black Death.
After resting briefly in his cabin, Third Officer Misor took a glass of amber-colored liquor and went up to the deck. The cold sea breeze blowing in his face cleared his head, which had been somewhat groggy from days of travel.
Rushing back from Bayam, and carefully avoiding church and official patrol boats along the way, had left him extremely exhausted. However, at this moment, he was in a pretty good mood.
Although it was a bit of a hassle, and I almost got into trouble with the captain, at least I made it back to the ship safely.
Just as he was about to lean against the ship's side with a relaxed expression and enjoy the peace and quiet after surviving the ordeal, he noticed that several sailors on night watch were gathered together on the deck, pointing and discussing something in the direction of the mainmast.
Misor frowned and looked up, following their gaze.
Immediately, the relaxed and carefree expression on his face froze.
The prisoner who should have been bound hand and foot and hung upside down on the main pole was gone!
He was startled and almost dropped his wine glass. He quickly stepped forward and looked up to check carefully.
It's gone! It's really gone!
Only a few sections of rope remained on the mast, still swaying in the wind, but the person was gone!
"Where are the people who were hanging here before?!" He immediately rushed over, grabbed the collar of the nearest sailor, and shouted angrily.
"Third mate—" The sailor was startled and stammered, "N-no—I don't know! When we looked back just now, everything was fine, but in the blink of an eye, everyone suddenly disappeared!"
"Gone?" Misor's mind went blank. Had he broken free of the ropes and fallen into the sea? Or perhaps—
He dared not think any further. He knew very well that if the captain found out that he couldn't even keep an eye on a prisoner infected with a disease, what awaited him would be a fate far worse than being hung upside down on a comb!
He glanced at the equally panicked sailors around him and, in an almost roaring voice, gave the order:
"What are you all standing there for?! Get up and go find it! Go into the water and find it!"
If we can't find him, you're all doomed!
On the Black Death at the same time.
The blonde maid quietly pushed open the door to the captain's cabin, a place she should never have set foot in again.
Although Tracy had already explicitly forbidden her in the coldest tone from entering the room without permission.
But the blonde maid believed that the ban would soon be lifted.
She will soon regain the captain's favor.
Because her "love rival" is already—finished.
The blonde maid couldn't help but beam with a radiant smile as she recalled the news she'd just heard from Third Mate Misor. This was undoubtedly the best news she'd heard since the captain's return!
Fate is on my side!
However, she was also curious. What kind of person was this "love rival" who could make the captain so infatuated that he even lost her favor?
She looked at the large, black suitcase that exuded an ominous aura with a scrutinizing and curious gaze.
At the same time, she had made up her mind about another idea.
The captain must have been heartbroken when he saw this body.
To prevent the captain from being overwhelmed with sadness upon her return, I need to get rid of this thing that might upset her beforehand.
As for whether the captain will take his anger out on him because of this?
She was confident. In her view, a dead person, no matter what, could never compare to a living, warm body.
As long as he can regain the captain's favor while she's at her most vulnerable, then the trivial matter of disposing of a corpse without permission is nothing.
It's nothing at all.
As for Third Mate Misor, that was his own problem; he failed to understand the captain's orders, and it had nothing to do with me.
As she imagined the wonderful scene of lying in the captain's arms again, she slowly walked towards the suitcase.
However, the blonde maid, lost in her own beautiful fantasy, was completely unaware that not far behind her, the surface of the huge full-length mirror was rippled with a strange light.