Chapter 661: Start

"We will be there soon, and everything is normal in the near future, and there are no mistakes in the middle."

"But I've been feeling uncertain lately. The more this is the case, the more accidents are likely to happen near the end."

"My diary is writing some nonsense, but I don't see it at all. What happened last time shows that the future it predicts can be changed."

"Since both good and bad things can be changed, I think reading its prophecy is a waste of time."

"The crew couldn't wait any longer, and their emotions were a little irritable, but this is also normal. After all, it is really too crowded for people from four ships to be crowded into two ships."

"For this reason, I have implemented a bed rotation system on the Narwhal, assigning a bed to three different people, and each person is responsible for eight hours, so at least the place to live is enough."

"Sleep is a very important thing. If you don't get enough sleep, then the energy of the crew will also be severely reduced."

"As long as we arrive at the location, we must first-"

Charles had just written this, and the sudden intense tension in his brain caused him to drop the pen in pain. The pen fell on the diary, splashing a little black, and the black gradually disappeared.

"Damn! What's wrong!" Charles covered his head with his hands and growled in extreme pain.

I don't know what's going on recently, but every time I write half of my diary, I feel this way.

This very special sense of tension is very uncomfortable, as if something is wrapping his brain, and it is constantly tense.

Charles first suspected that it was the tentacles that Anna drilled into his brain. She had said before that it would absolutely prevent any consciousness replacement. But now it seems that if I can prevent it, I'm afraid I will die of pain if I continue like this.

"No, after I go back this time, Anna must take these tentacles out of my head."

This feeling lasted for about five minutes, and finally slowly subsided.

In this situation, Charles was not in the mood to continue writing. After a hasty conclusion, he turned and walked towards the door, starting a new round of ship inspections.

Now this kind of inspection is a bit redundant. The Narwhal is full of people now. If there is any enemy, it will be discovered by so many people before it gets close.

Under everyone's respectful eyes, Charl patrolled cabin by cabin.

Charles also talked with them from time to time, observing their mental state.

His last stop was in the cockpit. Dipper and Nico who were chatting stopped immediately when they saw him coming.

"Is there anything wrong?" Charles looked at the darkness outside the glass window. The bustling deck was full of people, and they pointed to the surrounding darkness.

"No problem, don't worry, there is no danger on this road, I guess because this is 005-3's territory, so they dare not come here."

"The more critical the time, the more we can't relax our vigilance. Keep your spirits up." Charles said in a low voice.

"I got it."

"How long before we reach our destination?"

"Well... 30 minutes at the fastest, probably, the distance is too far, a little error is normal."

"In that case, I'm too lazy to go back, and wait with you."

Such a short period of time passed quickly, and soon, the Narwhal and the airship behind it slowly stopped.

"It's here? Why is there nothing?" Charles leaned forward, squinting his eyes to find something in the darkness.

Nico carefully rechecked the voyage records, and said firmly, "That's right, it's here."

Frowning, Charles stroked his chin and thought for a while, then reached out and grabbed a lever on the dashboard and pulled it down instantly.

"Papapa" All the searchlights on the Narwhal ship were turned on instantly, and she was like a lighthouse in the darkness at this moment.

The light played a role, and soon in the darkness at an angle of 30 degrees on the right, a hazy black figure emerged.

The moment it appeared, everyone on board was stunned.

Although the thing stood motionless in place, everyone's breathing became lighter in an instant.

"Ah!!" Charles held his head in pain again. The tension was there again.

This extremely uncomfortable feeling almost made him want to lift his head, put his hand into his brain, and tear off those tentacles.

"Captain, are you alright?" The nervous Dipper rushed over and helped him up.

"Captain, you have to hold on in this critical moment." Nico walked to the other side, stretching out his hand to support the other arm.

The tension was getting stronger, and there was a burning sensation from the almost forgotten spider tattoo on his neck.

Although Charles is in great pain now, he doesn't want to delay the business.

"Leave me alone, pull the boat over, we'll start right away."

The closer the distance, the stronger the abnormal reaction of Charles' body, but he endured it with difficulty.

"Come here and help! Move everything out of the medical room." Linda, who walked onto the deck with a wooden box in her arms, ordered to the others.

"Captain, your condition doesn't look like a disease, please forgive me for not being able to help you." After Linda finished speaking, she took out a human rib from the wooden box and scratched something on the ground.

Soon with the help of others, a triple nested magic circle appeared on the ground. Linda was still discussing something with the bandages from time to time, as if exchanging the details of the magic circle.

"Stop the ink, hurry up!!" Charles, covering his head with one hand, roared in pain, and now he was covered in sweat, almost as if he had been fished out of the water.

Soon, the three crew members walked to the center of the circle under everyone's gaze, and sat cross-legged in a triangle shape.

They took a piece of paper sent by the bandage and began to read in a low voice, on which some kind of filthy spell was recorded.

Their voices became louder and their expressions became more and more excited.

Just when their spells gradually turned into hysterical and meaningless screams, Charles suddenly rushed into the magic circle, raised his prosthetic limb that had become a chainsaw, and swung it vigorously.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" The three screaming heads fell to the ground, hot blood was pumped out of the main artery instantly, and blood began to rain in the air.

The blood dripped on the ground, dripped on Charles, and dripped on the faces of the surrounding watching crew members.

They didn't care about wiping, and everyone, including Charles, brushed and looked at the huge black figure like a mountain in the distance.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, and the thing never moved.

Everyone had disappointed expressions on their faces, and they all sighed.

Clutching his head with a painful expression, Charles stumbled and stepped on the plasma on the ground to exit the circle. "Don't... be discouraged, let's continue!"