Three hundred and twenty-one. The light of redemption
【Flame is the light of civilization】
Oliver forgot when he saw a sentence in a book he saw when he flipped through the trash can. He didn't pick up the book, but only wrote down this sentence - mainly because he only knew one sentence.
Now, after many hardships, Oliver has time to think like a philosopher and add the previous sentence later.
【Flame is the source of life】
The fire snake licked Oliver's cheeks, warm and dry, dispelling the original cold and dampness in the cabin.
Facing the fire made Oliver think he was on the beach in the summer, and the shade behind him told him that it was just an illusion.
The clothes he picked up were dried by Oliver when he was not so cold, and he smashed open the can with a rusty kitchen knife he found from the kitchen.
There was no smell. Oliver thought it was the previous cold that made him lose his sense of smell for the time being, but he still didn't smell it when he got it at the tip of his nose.
He put it over the can, and there was no sign of mold. He licked it with his tongue, and the brine-like taste filled his taste buds. He could not taste anything except salty.
"No smell...it should be fine."
Placement in ten years has already melted the food in the can.
Oliver had eaten food that was far more dirty and nauseous than this, such as half a piece of bread in vomit... So after stirring the jar with a knife for a few rounds without finding suspicious things, he drank some canned juice, and if it wouldn't be uncomfortable or
If it is diarrhea, it means it is a safe food.
The completely dried clothes exuded a comforting smell that seemed to be slightly intoxicating. Oliver changed his dirty clothes, took some water droplets condensed from moisture on the wall to rinse the wound, and then put the rest under him.
The kerosene poured on the charcoal is about to burn, but the charcoal is already burning completely.
Oliver filled in some wet charcoal to prevent it from extinguishing and curled up in the pile of laid clothes.
He was a little sleepy.
...
Qiao Qiao had a strong intuition. There was a presence that was crucial to her in this steam ship.
After checking the deck above, Anna floated back to Lu Li in the stream, frowned: "What makes me feel wrong here."
Lu Li was the same. This big ship in the stranded swamp gave him a strange feeling, like a whale stranded in the shallows.
No matter what, they have to go up and take a look.
"Or you're waiting outside, I'll go in and look for it." Anna suggested that she could ignore the entity and traveling through the big ship a few times wouldn't take too long.
Lu Li shook his head: "Together."
Looking at the shadowy man not far away, it stood by the boat a few meters away from everyone, without further guidance.
Next, they have to find it themselves.
There was a rock on the upstream side that helped them climb up, but with Anna there, they were "carried" directly to the deck.
The wooden deck that was originally carefully maintained is now damaged and has no vitality. Lu Li looked around the deck and the upper deck and saw the entrance to the lower deck.
Oliver has oil lamps, and it is not safe above the ground, so he may be hiding underneath.
Lifting up the oil lamp, he walked around the fragile deck that might collapse, and a crunch accompanied it into the dark under-deck space.
The promenade in front of him extended to the end of the darkness, Lu Li saw the old-fashioned gear elevator, which was probably once a passenger ship.
"Call him."
When about ten meters away from the entrance, Lu Li stopped and said to Qiao Qiao.
"There are banyan trees outside as barriers, and no matter how big the movement is, the evil god servants cannot come in."
And the individual fish that escaped the net... Anna will make them come and go.
"May I……"
Qiao Qiao was never so close to hope. She asked subconsciously, but Lu Li didn't answer her. Qiao Qiao looked nervously at the darkness ahead, took a deep breath and shouted.
"Oliver!"
My brother's name fluttered, broken into countless echoes, and passed to the distance.
...
In a trance, Oliver heard someone calling his name.
The chaotic consciousness made it difficult for him to think until the memories before bed rushed into his mind, reminding him where he was-
Oliver woke up suddenly.
Neither the fire nor the oil lamp went out, but the charcoal was about to burn.
What time is it now... it's almost two hours... It's almost morning...
He lifted the corner of the porthole "curtain", and the clouds outside were still dark and blood-red, and they had not changed.
Oliver sat down, threw two pieces of dried charcoal into the fire, recalling the call he had heard before.
"Maybe it's not an illusion?"
Oliver thought to himself, listening with his ears as if he was catching a life-saving straw.
But unfortunately, there was nothing except the looming sound of water flow and the distant echoes circulating inside the hull.
Sighing, Oliver examined the wound, and it seemed that he would no longer run out of pus and no longer hurt, but a circle of black lines that made him uneasy.
There won't be a curse...
I should have been digging out this piece of meat before.
Oliver thought to himself that the black lines of the wound now spread almost half the size of a palm.
Go out as soon as possible and then ask someone to help. Lu Li will definitely help him...
Just as I was thinking, a faint call sounded in my ears.
"Oliver..."
Who is it!?
Oliver trembled all over, and the next moment he realized that it was his sister's voice!
...
"Oliver! Brother!"
Jojo's croaking voice echoed in the promenade under the deck.
Most of the hatch doors on both sides are tightly closed, and occasionally a few are opened, revealing the severely corroded narrow space and rusty iron frames.
"Oliver!"
Qiao Qiao shouted her brother's name over and over again, and all the negative emotions were thrown behind her.
Even Lu Li, who had reached out to help, did not give up, and she had no reason.
After a corner, a dim corridor with only a contour left appeared before my eyes, with a half-closed wooden door in the cabin at the end.
An extremely strong premonition suddenly emerged in Qiao Qiao's heart. Her brother was in the room at the end.
She looked back at Lu Li and quickly walked towards the room at the end.
"elder brother!"
...
"I'm here! I'm here!"
Oliver responded to his sister's shout loudly, and got up in a hurry, but almost fell into the fire because he couldn't use his strength.
He stumbled and got up, and Oliver rushed to the door.
The shouts echoed outside the door. He hurriedly opened the wooden chair that blocked the door, and couldn't wait to see his sister--even though he didn't know how Qiao Qiao found it here.
...
Qiao Qiao, who was close to the cabin, trotted instead, rushed to the door, and pushed open the half-closed door at the end of the corridor.
What appeared in her eyes that were left with surprise was a corpse leaning against the wall.
That's Oliver.
Oliver's skin was gray-blue, leaning against the cold walls coldly without temperature. The strange black lines climbed around his neck, outlining the outline of the little ghost.
The fire and oil lamp in front of him had been extinguished for a long time and no longer shine.