Mermaid Wharf

Seeing my long-lost sister again after many years, my joy almost soared to the sky, and the next moment I rushed over and hugged her in my arms; The people Mo'er was playing with seemed to be taken aback, dropped the water polo and hurriedly disappeared into the hazy night.

His back seems a little familiar, but I am immersed in the feeling of being lost and found again, and I don't care about other things at all.Mo'er hugged the water polo, looked up at me in confusion, and said, "...Brother Angelo?"

I froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that I couldn't explain to Mo'er the reason why her brother grew up overnight.In the current timeline, that little boy Mano is still in his hometown in the country at the moment, and there is no reason for him to appear on this ship as an adult. It is obviously a difficult problem for Mo'er to believe that I am her brother.

After racking my brains, I couldn't come up with a perfect explanation in the end, so I had to hug her tightly again. "No, Mo'er...I'm your brother, Mano." I met those blue eyes, eagerly and earnestly supported her shoulders and said, "Look carefully at me, you can recognize me yes, right?"

……

Mo'er looked at me blankly, and after lowering her head in thought for a while, she suddenly asked deeply, "What color do I like?"

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Green. Because the most beautiful seamstress in the village always likes to wear green dresses, and you really want to be an independent and elegant lady like her, don't you?"

She nodded and said, "What's my cat's name?"

"Where did you get the cat, only a beagle picked up in the field; you named her Norma, because I quarreled with you and didn't talk to you for a whole week, and then you changed her name Butterfly. "

Mo'er blinked her blue eyes, then raised her hand to touch my cheek, and then suddenly realized: "It's brother!"

She threw herself into my arms and just accepted who I was without even bothering to ask why I was like this.If it was Mo'er ten years later, she might not trust a stranger, but a simple-minded child is obviously much more accepting of abnormal things than an adult.

I held the small body in my arms, and my eyes were almost red with joy.Although I just boarded this ghost ship that suffered a mysterious accident ten years ago, and I don't know what kind of disaster I'm about to face, the only thing I'm sure of is that I will protect Mo'er and never let her be by my side. accident.

I raised my sleeve and wiped her little face that was still stained with water. Thinking of the familiar figure that disappeared just now, I suddenly realized something and asked: "Mo'er, what were you doing here just now?"

Mo'er was still holding the water polo, and upon hearing that, she replied obediently: "Mr. Godwin said he was going to borrow a telescope from the captain to watch the stars. I'll wait for him here, and then a good-looking big brother came over and asked me for a telescope." Don't play with him, I agreed."

My heart tightened, and I blurted out, "Is that big brother a mermaid?"

"Of course not, big brother has a pair of very beautiful legs." Mo'er said, and gave a disgusted look, "There is no way in the world that there is a mermaid, brother, how old are you, and you still believe in fairy tales."

"..."

I fell silent, thought for a while and asked again: "Then what color is his hair?"

"Hmmm...pretty red like amaryllis."

When I heard this metaphor, my body froze, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.It is almost impossible for the nobles from all over the Bay Area to have red hair, and even if they do, they usually use dyes to cover up their impure bloodlines, and I have never seen any amaryllis flowers on this ship before. exist.

The seemingly impossible answer was about to come out, so I quickly asked again: "What about his eyes, are they green?"

Maybe it was startled by my sudden excitement, Mo'er tilted her head and thought hard for a while, then whispered: "Green... Uh, it's really too dark here, I can't see clearly..."

"It's green." A male voice came from not far away, "It's just that his eyes seem to be injured and his eyesight is not very good."

When I turned around, the tutor Godwin was looking at us lazily leaning against the railing with a binoculars.He was wearing a felt hat, and his long bangs almost covered his eyes, except for the curved lips under the bridge of his nose.

I was stunned, and then I remembered that there was still such a trouble.

The Godwin family, which belongs to the same Bay Area as Viscount Garcia, almost fell into decline many years ago, and because the old Godwin had some friendship with my adoptive father when he was young, it was only possible for him to survive when it was difficult, and their son Godwin Jr. I was hired to be the tutor of Mo'er and me; I should be happy to meet my teacher again after many years, but I feel a faint headache when I meet him here.

Godwin's reputation at the time was almost the second little Garcia, absent-minded about fame and fortune, and full of strange ideas; he was originally a college student in the Department of Marine Biology, but he went to study astrology and mysticism, and finally became an unspeakable poet and fortune teller in the eyes of others.

However, although his behavior is secretive, he is still reliable, and his lectures are lively and interesting, and he is very popular with the children; this is why my adoptive parents trust Mo'er to him.Thinking of this teacher's terrifying insight, and thinking that he should have observed us here for a long time, and heard the conversation between me and Mo'er, I shrank instinctively, a little afraid to look at him.

"Well, my little angel, it seems that you should go to sleep."

He walked up to us, and Mo'er looked at me hesitantly, so I could only say: "Go to sleep, brother will come to you tomorrow."

Watching Godwin take Mo'er to sleep in the cabin, I stayed where I was, and I knew in my heart what his subtext was just now.After a while, Godwin really came back here, bent over the railing to light a cigarette, and glanced at me again:

"...You just told Mo'er that you are Mano?"

I hesitated for a while, and seeing that he didn't seem to regard me as a perverted man who abducted a little girl, and there was no doubt in his tone, as if he was waiting for my explanation, I couldn't help feeling a little excited.I forgot that Godwin wasn't a normal person. Based on his research on unnatural phenomena, he shouldn't find it unbelievable.

After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to tell the whole story about myself; after explaining dryly, Godwin finished smoking his third cigarette.I know I didn't explain it clearly, but fortunately he is a much smarter teacher than me after all, so he summed it up for me directly:

"You mean, the Polar Joy will encounter an unknown disaster in the not-too-distant future, and ten years later, you boarded the ship in order to find Mo'er, and met the mermaid Velija who also came up to find Uncle Moran." , but accidentally fell in love with him, so that both of them were cursed back to ten years ago?"

"That's it." I looked at him hopelessly and said, "Do you believe me?"

Godwin chuckled and put out the cigarette butt in his hand. "Believe it, why don't you believe it." He looked at the calm and deep sea in the night, and said lightly, "You also know that I am a half-prophet, Mano. I discovered it as early as the first day I boarded the Polar Joy. Everyone on the ship looks dead, maybe they won't survive next year at all, and it's only natural that they will suffer bad luck."

Seeing that my face turned pale, he quickly said again: "Don't worry, Mo'er is not, otherwise how could I take her to continue the journey without worry; Mo'er has been the appearance of blessing since she was a child, and she will be carefree all her life, turning dangers into blessings." .”

This answer didn't satisfy me, I frowned, and said, "Since you know that the Polar Joy is an unknown ship, why did you choose to travel at such a time?"

"...I made a divination for myself before boarding this ship. The divination said that the blond young man on the ghost ship who does not belong to this world will grant my wish." He said and looked at me, "I thought He is the strange Angelo, but his death is the heaviest among these people, so I told Mo'er to stay away from him; when I was wondering if my calculation was wrong, you appeared."

……

The words of the tutor in front of me are obviously more puzzling than my origin. "What is your wish?" I asked after a pause.

"Disappear completely from this world, and go to another world where no one knows me."

I was dumbfounded: "You, do you want me to kill you..."

Hearing this, Godwin stared at me for a long time, and then burst out laughing. "You are still as cute as you were when you were a child, Mano." He straightened up from the railing and yawned sleepily, "This is the end of today's conversation. It is already late, you should go back and rest quickly, tomorrow we will Let's continue talking."

As he spoke, he wrapped his windbreaker and walked towards the cabin on the lower floor with tired steps. "Hey, what's your name?" I looked at his back, thought for a while and then shouted, "Since we're about the same age now, it doesn't seem very kind to call you Godwin."

Godwin glanced back at me, waved his hand and said:

"No matter how old you are, I will be your teacher, Mano dear."

……

It was long after Godwin left that I realized dully that I had forgotten to ask him about the red-haired young man just now.

Although I knew in my heart that it was almost impossible for him to be Veliga, the overly similar features and familiarity still made me a little uneasy, but I couldn't catch up to disturb my former teacher at this time, so I had to sneak off the deck quietly, thinking about it first. Find a place in the cargo hold to fall asleep for the night.

Maybe Bjorn is right, my presence can't change the fact that Velija is dead; but everything has to be tried.If I can't find a way to bring him back to life on this ship in the end, it's still too late to choose to compromise with that strange sea god.

I slipped softly past Angelo's forecastle, and made my way toward the more secluded depths of the ship, in search of a corner where I could sleep peacefully; Some irregular breathing sound, from time to time, rang in the ear, as if there were seriously injured patients gathered.

This sounded a bit desolate echo, and there was a hint of terror in the deep corridor. I walked to the overly dark cabin, hesitated for a while, took out the key from the copper box by the door, and quietly pushed it open. A gap, looking in the past.

When the smell of blood and decay winds around, I have already froze in place.

The young pirates of the Undead ship ten years ago are huddled in a corner at this time. The dirty floor is covered with blood and severed limbs. There is no intact body in sight.

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Alas, I also understand that this type of text really makes people anxiousˊ_>ˋNot only is it anxious to read, but it is also anxious to write. Every day, I want to speed up the end so that I don’t forget the plot... and then I still Addicted to eating chicken and unintentionally coded [Hello]

According to the original plan, 10wz is definitely finished. However, the first half is too free, and the number of pits to be filled in the later stage is more than doubled. I also made a lot of low-level mistakes in setting. Learn from this lesson. Part [-] I will try my best to save the full text of the textˊ_>ˋ

This chapter should be the last pitfall. The further you go, the more you are afraid of collapse, and you dare not write too fast. Velijia will be online after about one chapter.

My brain hurts every day, I probably won’t write about this kind of grandma’s paradox in the future, cool