Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

The woman in a large bathrobe returned to her room from the restaurant. As usual, she raised her hand and touched the door lock with her bracelet, then turned the door handle and pushed open the door.

The room was dark. The woman sighed, walked in, closed the door, and reached out to turn on the light switch.

Click.

The light flashed twice and then went out, and the room was still dark.

"Is it broken?" The woman frowned slightly, looked up at the light, and pressed the switch repeatedly, but the light did not come on, and darkness enveloped her. The woman suddenly felt an inexplicable fear sweeping over her body like a huge wave. The fingers that touched the switch trembled slightly, and the coldness spread from her fingertips to her limbs and bones, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.

She reached out and grasped the doorknob, twisting and pulling frantically, but the door did not budge.

At this point, she began to panic.

click-

A flash of lightning shot in through the gap in the curtains. The woman turned her head and saw a dark figure appear out of nowhere in her cabin.

"Who! Who's there?!"

The woman's voice was sharp and thin, with a hint of trembling. She wrapped herself tightly in the large bathrobe, her eyes full of fear.

Another flash of lightning flashed across, illuminating the sloth mask on her face palely.

A man's deep voice came from the shadows: "It's time to pay off your gambling debts."

In the light of lightning, the sloth woman saw the paper in the man's hand. Her heart began to beat wildly because it was the agreement she had just signed to sell her body. Thinking of the rumors she had heard before, her legs softened and she knelt on the ground. "Please, give me some time. Please, give me some time. I will definitely win enough money."

"Money?" The man chuckled. "According to the terms of the agreement, if you make the wrong bet, your life will belong to my master."

The sloth woman was trembling all over. She crawled on the ground and moved towards the man little by little. She stretched out her hand to grab the leg of his neatly tailored suit pants, but the man easily dodged her move.

"I...I don't want to die...please, let me go..."

"Dead?" There was a hint of doubt in the man's low voice.

The sloth woman raised her head and looked up at the man in the shadows. The dim environment prevented her from seeing the man's face clearly, but she always felt that she seemed to have heard this voice somewhere.

Rumbling--

The humid air seemed to solidify, the sloth woman's face was pale and she was gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

"Surrender or die?" The man looked at the sloth woman crawling at his feet, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, because he had already guessed the answer.

“Don’t kill me!” The sloth woman panted and stretched out her hand to grab the man’s trouser legs, but her voice became weaker and weaker. “I… I surrender… I…”

Before the sloth woman could finish her words, her outstretched hand fell to the ground helplessly like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Hey!" The man felt a little strange and bent down to look at the woman on the ground. "You...what's wrong with you?"

However, after a long time without a response, the man realized something was wrong. He reached out and gently pushed the sloth woman, causing her to fall to one side, facing up on her back.

click-

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The man saw the sloth woman's eyes wide open and felt something was wrong. He squatted down, tried to feel her breath, withdrew his fingers as if he had been electrocuted, and then stretched out two fingers again to press on the woman's carotid artery.

"died?"

The man's pupils trembled violently, and he quickly laid the sloth woman flat. He folded his hands and pressed the sloth woman's chest again and again, muttering: "Zero one, zero two, zero three... twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine..."

The large and ill-fitting bathrobe spread out, and the man frowned...

Rumbling--

Thunder roared through heaven and earth.

After a long time, the thunder gradually subsided, and Lei and Bourbon walked side by side in the shaking corridor.

"Is that sloth woman really like what Gray Rabbit said?" Lei put his hands in his pockets and glanced at Bourbon beside him.

"Although I don't know how Gray Rabbit knew this, the sloth woman's husband did take away all the property, mutilated himself, and boarded the lifeboat back to Japan alone." Bourbon frowned slightly and lowered his voice and said, "It is said that the sloth woman who usually gets up early showed up very late today, and she was wearing an ill-fitting bathrobe."

"Do you suspect she was drugged?"

Bourbon nodded slightly, glanced at Lei beside him, and sneered, "You seem to know nothing about the sloth woman."

Lei still had a cold face, not caring about Bourbon's sarcasm, and calmly analyzed: "The betrayer that the sloth woman hates should be her husband."

"Yeah." Bourbon pursed his lips and saw a few gamblers with strange behavior at the end of the corridor. They looked panicked and gathered in twos and threes, seeming to be talking in a low voice. Unfortunately, the distance was too far, so Bourbon couldn't hear clearly.

Lei also noticed those people, and after saying "I'll go over there", he turned and left at the fork in the road.

Bourbon snorted coldly, his mind constantly recalling what had just happened at the dinner. He looked up and saw those panicked gamblers walking towards him, so he turned his attention to them.

These people seemed different from other gamblers. When they saw the approaching Siamese cat, they were stunned at first, then lowered their heads and walked past the Siamese cat quickly without any conversation.

The corridor was filled with a salty and damp smell, and the sticky air was slightly chilly.

Bourbon passed by them, his eyes lingering on these gamblers intentionally or unintentionally.

One of them secretly glanced at the Siamese cat, but his eyes happened to collide with the Siamese cat's scrutinizing gaze. The person quickly turned his head and walked away quickly, as if he was afraid of something.

Bourbon turned to look at their departing backs, ready to call them to ask questions. However, these gamblers seemed to be able to guess what Bourbon was thinking, and their steps became faster and faster. Before Bourbon could speak, they turned into another corridor and completely disappeared from Bourbon's sight.

Bang - Bang -

The dull sound echoed in the closed cabin. It was pitch black outside the window. Occasionally, dazzling lightning flashed across the dark night sky, bringing a moment of light to this world.

Unconsciously, Bourbon walked to the cabin belonging to Mingyue. He stared at the closed door with his purple-gray eyes for a long time. He turned around and prepared to leave, but found Lei standing against the wall in the shadow.

"Are you worried? Why don't you go in and take a look?" Lei walked out of the shadows, took off the bracelet and handed it to Bourbon.

Bourbon glanced at the bracelet but didn't reach out to take it. "Will she slip away from under your nose again?" Then, Bourbon saw Lei shrugged. It was rare to see a helpless expression on his cold face.

"She is a world problem." Lei looked at the closed door. "Do you have any idea about those who died in their sleep?"

"It seems you haven't found anything."

"They're moving too fast. If we can get access to the body, we might find new clues."

"Then you find a way to find the body." Bourbon turned around and prepared to leave, but he caught a glimpse of a "Please Clean Now" light on next to a door, and then saw several waiters wearing blank masks pushing a linen cart towards him.

Why did they ask someone to come and clean the room at this hour? Bourbon stopped and watched the waiters knock on the door first, but no one in the room responded. Then the waiters knocked on the door again and again to confirm, and then used their wristband to open the door.

Bourbon guessed that the middle-aged man who originally lived in this room should have gone to the bar for entertainment, so he was about to leave, but he caught a glimpse of the room and saw that the lights were on.

The waiters filed in and came out after a while, but the linen cart that could be easily pushed by one person now required two people to push it.

The cruise ship shook twice, and a hand appeared from under the white bed sheet. The waiter saw it and calmly covered it again.

Bourbon quickly stepped forward and stopped the linen cart.

The waiter politely asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

Bourbon reached out and directly lifted the white sheet covering the linen cart. His purple-gray pupils suddenly shrank.

Because at this time, there was a person in the linen cart!

Do not!

To be more precise, it should be a cold male corpse...

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Preview of the next chapter: Mystery, blood, death, what secrets are hidden on this cruise ship named Augsius?