On the Pacific Ocean, on a main route leading to McCann.
A high-speed cruise ship is sailing.
However, there was no living person in its cockpit, only dry and dehydrated corpses.
"Dead, all dead."
"Dead, all dead."
In the spacious restaurant, there were three men and four women, drinking water frantically.
There was another person with dull eyes, muttering to himself.
"Bob, don't be stupid there, drink more water!" A thick black man stuffed an open bottle of mineral water into the other person's mouth.
The other person is like a baby, sucking instinctively.
"Lauris, can we go home alive?" A white woman shouted to the stout black man after drinking until her belly was as round as a ten-month pregnancy.
"It will definitely work. Almighty God will definitely bless us. We are the selected Noah!" The thick black man continued to drink water.
"I didn't expect that a nigger would be chosen by God..." Another white man muttered in a low voice, but did not dare to say it loudly.
"What are you talking about?" The thick black man stared at him.
"It's nothing, I mean, it's great. All the people in the boat died, and only eight of us survived." The white man raised his hands and said.
"Okay, which one of you can sail the boat?" The sturdy black man wanted to kill the other party, but manpower is the most precious now. Even if the other party stays still, it is better than killing the other party.
In fact, he was a top student who graduated from a public high school in Mogat, Kansas. But because he had no money to attend a prestigious university, he had to attend a free community college.
He understood very well that the curse he just encountered should be a random selection.
The question is, is the probability of choosing one from 8 people higher, or the probability of choosing one from 7 people?
It's obviously the latter, so the other party can't die.
This is also the reason why he force-fed that lunatic water.
"My dad is a fisherman, and I have learned to sail a boat, but there may be something different about this mail boat." An Asian man raised his hand and said.
"Okay, come with me to the cabin to take a look. Although there should be automatic driving, we must prevent it from running on the wrong route." The thick black man went over and patted Asian Man on the shoulder, encouraging him.
However, everyone else is huddled in the restaurant. Those cheap mineral waters, which they usually don't even look at and only favor Coke and whiskey, have now become their life-saving straw.
"You guys, carry the mineral water and follow us here!" the sturdy black man ordered.
Some people wanted to object, but after weighing the muscle groups on both sides, they gave up.
At this time, black people can also understand things that they can understand to some extent. Fighting has no other benefits except consuming water in the body.
Soon, the group of people, forced by the thick black man, walked around and around to the cockpit.
When they saw the desiccated bodies of the captain and first mate strewn about in the cockpit from the outside, their faces turned pale.
"No, no, we can't go in, we will be infected!" A woman put her head in her hands and cried loudly.
The thick black man stretched out his foot and kicked away a crew member who was leaning against the door, and then walked into the cockpit without hesitation.
In times of crisis, whoever dares to bear responsibilities and risks will naturally have the upper hand. This is an axiom of collective human society.
The Asian man, the son of a fisherman, followed closely behind the sturdy black man.
After a lot of twists and turns, he finally mastered the driving method of the cruise ship.
"Fortunately, there is no malfunction in the autopilot system. We just need to follow the original route. Depending on the time, it will take about six days."
"Six days? In such a long time, we will all die!" a white woman screamed.
"Shut up and save your saliva." The thick black man raised his fist and threatened.
Of course he was also very scared. There were originally four to five hundred people on the ship, but within more than ten days, only eight of them were left.
This is the cruelty of the curse.
At some point, someone discovered that drinking water can combat this dryness curse.
No, it should be said to be instinctive. When people are thirsty, don’t they just want to drink water?
At this point, the aliens who know too much have fallen into misunderstandings.
The first thing Wen Rensheng thought of was to use alien power to counter it, and he never thought of drinking water to counter it.
Others thought the same way.
Can something as simple as drinking water resist the power of rules?
The first cursed person obviously wanted to drink water, but no one gave him a drink... When he recovered, he also forgot his request.
Just drinking water can slow down the progress of dryness.
The confrontation between rules is actually not that complicated.
Drink water when you're thirsty, hold an umbrella when it rains, it's that simple.
However, confrontation does not mean solution.
After the eight people determined the course, they decided to move all the mineral water into the cockpit.
After all, course determines everything.
If you run in the wrong direction, there will be many lost ships in the vast sea.
The Asian man drank water and looked at the sea outside through the window, maintaining the course.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, he rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, "No, there is a large iceberg ahead, we need to go around it."
"Then go around quickly." The thick black man said subconsciously.
When you encounter an iceberg, shouldn’t you just go around it?
Only the unlucky guys like Titanic would run into it because of their arrogance and carelessness. In fact, they could completely avoid it.
The Asian man immediately adjusted the rudder, began to slow down, and turned...
This is a long process. The ship has huge mass and huge inertia. It is very difficult and slow to turn.
Suddenly, Bob, the crazy man, appeared in the cockpit, waving his hands, "Stop the boat, stop the boat."
"Don't make trouble, Bob, we are going around the iceberg." The thick man grabbed the other person's neck.
Bob struggled desperately, "No, God gave me a revelation, we have to go to the iceberg."
"Going to the iceberg? You are really crazy. Aren't you going to be hit to death?" A white woman mocked.
Others also despised him, and the other party was really frightened and went crazy.
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After finally being able to sail home, now we have to go to the iceberg?
What's on the iceberg? Without any food except fresh water, they will starve to death.
Moreover, icebergs will melt and drift to who knows where?
On this kind of ocean, it is impossible to expect someone from thousands of miles away to come to the rescue. In fact, they have already sent out a distress signal.
However, for so many days, we haven’t encountered a ship.
They knew very well that the ships that had received the signal were avoiding them... No one wanted to be infected by the curse.
I shouldn't have told the whole situation honestly at that time.
No one listened to Crazy Bob, and the cruise ship finally turned successful and began to circumvent the iceberg.
As for the crazy Bob, watching the iceberg passing by, he suddenly became even more crazy. He jumped off the deck and swam towards the iceberg.
"He is really crazy. Even if he wants to go to the iceberg, he should get on a lifeboat and bring enough food." The Asian man shook his head.
"It's impossible for a madman to think rationally like this." The thick black man said disdainfully.
Crazy Bob, swim all the way up the glacier.
As if someone was telling him to do this, he finally climbed onto a small piece of ice floe, waved and shouted at the departing cruise ship
"This is Noah's Ark, come back, back, come back!"
However, he was only greeted with ridicule and contempt.
The cruel reality.
The seemingly shrewd and capable leader leads everyone to a dead end.
The truth is often in the hands of madmen.
Two days later, the last person on the cruise ship also died while fighting the curse of dryness. He was swollen to death by the water.
After all, the water that the human body can absorb is limited, and they have forgotten that there is another disease called water intoxication...
Drinking water can combat dryness, but if you really want to solve the curse, you still have to rely on alien species.
Of course, with the happy education of McCann people, it is not easy to expect a group of people with high school education to know about this disease. After all, even many of their doctors rely on search engines to treat diseases and share the same treatment method with someone.<
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Only Bob on the iceberg was grilling fish with a convex lens made of ice and singing songs.
"One, two, three, he's here."
"Four, five, six, he appears at your window."
"Seven, hide under the bed and wait for him to leave."