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

The sudden noise made Scotland nervous. He listened attentively, but the noise seemed to be getting louder. He thought to himself: Could something have happened? Zero...

Mingyue sat up and suggested, "Let's go take a look."

"No, you change your clothes first, I'll go take a look." Scotland felt a little uneasy and stood up and walked to the door.

"Little Cake Brother, aren't you afraid that I will take the opportunity to slip away?" Mingyue smiled, not caring about the noise in the corridor at all.

Scotland paused when he heard the rustling sound of someone changing clothes behind him. He didn't turn around, but put on the gray wolf mask, took a deep breath, and said carefully, "Mingyue, I know you don't like being restrained. I won't restrict your actions, but I don't want you to be in danger because I'll be worried."

Mingyue paused while combing her hair, and then she heard a slight sound of a door closing.

"Hu——" Mingyue exhaled a breath, threw the comb on the dressing table in an upset manner, fell onto the bed, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above her head, her thoughts gradually drifting away.

The corridor on the seventh floor of the cruise ship was full of people, and noisy discussions were heard one after another.

Scotland looked at the gambler closest to him, "Excuse me, what happened?"

The gambler looked panicked, as if he was frightened by something, "Don't you know?! Someone's dead!"

"Don't people die every day?" Scotland frowned under his mask. He looked around but didn't see Zero. He felt more uneasy. He turned around and glanced at Mingyue's room. The door was closed. At this moment, Scotland was very confused. He didn't know whether he should go find Zero or go back to the room to stay with Mingyue.

"The way he died this time..." The gambler looked at the Gray Wolf, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The creepy laughter reached everyone's ears, making people feel a chill down their spine.

The originally crowded corridor suddenly made way for a path.

In the humid and salty air, Scotland could faintly smell a hint of rust. Looking over, he saw a short man wearing a dark mantis mask walking towards him, holding a very soft, light-colored object in his hand.

Scotland took a closer look and his pupils suddenly shrank when he recognized what was in the short mantis man's hand.

"You...in your hand..." A gambler pointed at the soft object, looked terrified, and backed away repeatedly.

Many gamblers had pale faces and moved away as if in fear, leaving a path.

"Alas, you all don't know how to appreciate this perfect work of art!" The short mantis man had a satisfied smile on his face. He shook his head slightly and stroked the item in his hand. "I am the only one who knows how to appreciate your beauty."

Scotland's eyes gradually turned cold, because the soft object was nothing else but a beautiful woman's face. Contrary to the reactions of other gamblers, Scotland stepped forward and stopped the short mantis man, "Excuse me, where did you find this?"

The short mantis man looked the gray wolf up and down, his eyebrows and eyes smiling, showing that he was in a good mood at the moment, "Oh? A fellow enthusiast?"

"Did you do this?" Scotland clenched his fingers into fists and his muscles were tense.

"I don't have such good craftsmanship. This is what I found. I can't give it to you. If you want it, go find it yourself." The short mantis man looked at the face in his hand and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful. I want to keep it well."

"Looking?" A hint of doubt flashed in Scotland's eyes.

The short mantis man played with the item in his hand and said in a very good mood: "I don't know who made artworks like this, nor do I know who put them in the corner. If you find them and don't want them, you can give them to me."

Scotland locked eyes with the shorter praying mantis man.

"what--!"

A shrill scream made the already depressing and tense atmosphere in the corridor even more tense, and the air became turbid and dull.

Scotland pushed through the chaotic crowd and rushed towards the place where the scream came from, and saw a severed hand inserted in a vase, with slender fingers and exquisite nail art on the fingertips.

There was an obvious circle of white marks at the base of the ring finger of the severed hand, and there were several scratches on the knuckles.

This is the hand of the woman wearing the sloth mask. Scotland determined the identity of the deceased from the manicure on the severed hand. He looked around but could not see any blood. Who quietly inserted the severed hand into the vase?

"Hehehe!" The mantis man's laughter sounded behind Scotland, making people feel creepy.

The short mantis man quickly walked to the vase and stretched out his arm to remove the severed hand, but Scotland was faster and got it first.

"It seems that you like it too. It's okay. I'll take a closer look. Maybe I can get something better." The short mantis man turned and left.

The gamblers around were talking about it.

"The dead person should be a sloth."

One gambler added: "Those nails look like it to me."

"She doesn't seem to have any grudges against anyone."

"Not always."

The curious gambler pricked up his ears and asked, "What do you mean?"

Someone sneered, "She instigated the brown bear yesterday, trying to use the brown bear to kill the gray rabbit."

"Can the gray rabbit kill the sloth? It's so weak, it will probably be killed in return. Besides, dismembering a body is not an easy task, the rabbit probably can't do it."

"The rabbit may not be able to do it, but there are people around the rabbit who can do it." The gambler who said this looked at the gray wolf meaningfully.

The trembling gambler looked at the severed hand and spoke tremblingly: "You, you guys, will we be killed too? It's so scary, I don't want to die..."

One gambler joked: "Why weren't you scared before, but you are scared this time?"

“How can this be the same? Death in the dream was so peaceful, but like this…” The trembling gambler looked pale and gasped heavily.

Someone noticed something was wrong and asked quickly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." The gambler uttered just one word, and then he suddenly collapsed to the ground as if all the bones in his body were pulled out.

The gambler next to him was nervous and stepped back in a hurry, his voice trembling: "Hey! What's wrong with you?! Don't scare me! You'll scare me to death!"

Someone bent down and reached out to shake the shoulder of the gambler who was lying on the ground, but the gambler just stared with his eyes wide open and let others shake him without any reaction.

Scotland rushed over and found that the gambler had no breath or pulse. He murmured in a low voice: "Dead?"

The gamblers around screamed in horror: “What’s dead?!”

"Impossible, he just spoke to me! How is it possible...how could it be..."

Some people even cried out loud, sobbing, "I don't want to die, I want to go home..."

"If I had known this would happen, I should have injured myself and boarded that lifeboat. Perhaps returning to Japan would be the right thing to do." The person who said this looked regretful.

However, some people scoffed at this, "How can you guarantee that the lifeboat will definitely return to Japan?"

"Who killed him?! Stand out! Don't let me find you!" A strong gambler looked around, "If you dare to touch me, I will kill you!"

There were constant cries, talks, and curses, and fear and anxiety fermented and spread in the air with the smell of the sea.

Scotland bent down to examine the body on the ground, smelled a faint smell of tobacco, and frowned slightly.

Bearded Lily stood in the terrified crowd, watching the development of the situation with a calm face.

"Master Lily..." The shaggy-haired baboon bent down and whispered softly in the ear of the bearded Lily with a respectful look on his face.

"Okay, I understand." Bearded Lily turned her head to look at the porthole. Outside the window, golden rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the sparkling sea.

Boom, boom, boom, boom…

The rapid knock on the door sounded again...

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