Charles, who was sweating all over his head, took a sip of water and looked at his crew. "Thank you, James."

The strong man James showed a simple and honest smile on his face. "It should be, you are our captain after all."

"Call everyone else over here. Let's discuss the next plan."

"Okay." James walked out.

"It's finally time to Sodom..." Charles lay down slowly, a hint of relief appeared on his tired face.

No matter what the process was, he was one step closer to going home.

"Cough!" The sudden cough made Charles instinctively touch the gun holster.

He stood up and turned his head to look at an elderly man in a dirty white coat standing at the door, holding a wooden cup in his iron left hand.

But compared to his appearance, his appearance is obviously normal.

The wrinkled face was covered with various scars, and the whole face was like a mirror breaking first and then splicing it together again.

On this nightmare face, two yellow eyes trembled involuntarily, and the eyes inside were a little nervous.

The old man seemed not to see the hand touching the weapon, and limped over. Only then did Charles realize that his left foot was also iron.

"Drink it, don't chew it." The old man's voice was old and short, and he placed the cup in his hand on the table next to the bed.

Charles held the cup and looked at it, and found that there seemed to be some living thing swimming in the dark liquid inside.

"You saved me? Thank you, I thought I was dead for such a serious injury." After Charles said that, he put the cup beside his mouth, raised his chin and drank it.

In an instant, the smell of bitterness than coptis chinensis filled Charle's mouth. The living creature in the potion had a faint burr on the surface, which made Charles' throat hurt, like swallowing a stone wrapped in gauze paper.

"What's this injury? Your brain is much heavier than your body." The old man turned around and squatted down, and used his iron hand to pick and choose in the bottle.

"Are you talking about auditory hallucinations in your ears?"

"Ha, auditory hallucination? If you just auditory, I will cut off my other hand now!" The old man's voice was full of sarcasm.

The old man was right. This kind of auditory hallucination has changed from auditory hallucination to vision, and all creatures around him will become deformed monsters. Charles doesn't know what else is next, but it is definitely not a good thing.

Although the words were not nice, Charles heard another meaning. "Do you have a solution? Money is not a problem."

The old man turned around and walked to Charles, staring at him with trembling eyes, "What's your name?"

"Charles."

“姓什么?”

Charles raised his body slightly, setting apart from the old man. "If you don't have a last name, just call me Charles."

The old man stretched out his steel arm, "Rusto Herman, I don't like people younger than me to call me Rusto, you can call me a doctor directly."

Charles stretched out his right hand and shook the cold iron hand. "Thank you, about my auditory hallucination-"

Charles was interrupted by the doctor in the middle of his speech, "I can cure this syndrome, the whole Sodom, my treatment effect is the best. As for the reward, I don't want to hear back, I want the black mirror in your arms."

Charles immediately understood what he was saying and took out the dead cell phone from his arms. "Do you want it?"

As soon as he saw the phone, Rusto's eyes showed his desire to possess. "That's right, it's it. This kind of intact thing is very rare. I want it!"

Charles looked down at his phone and himself inside the black screen of his phone. "Why do you want it? Do you know it?"

"No, I don't know it, but my perception tells me that this thing is not simple, and my perception has always been very accurate."

Charles hesitated that this thing was the only thing he brought from the surface, with photos of his family inside.

It’s not that he couldn’t bear to let it go. But he had heard some rumors that some guys on the mysterious side could curse the original owner through objects. God knows what this guy would do if he took his phone away.

Just as Charles was thinking about it, the door was pushed open, the crew of the Narwhal rushed over excitedly, and Lily jumped directly onto him.

"Captain! You are finally awake!"

"Mr. Charles!"

"Captain, it's great that you don't have any truth."

Charles looked at Rusto Hermann, who had exited the crowd.

"Doctor, I'll think about it again and I'll notify you after I've made a decision." Charles put his phone back in his pocket.

Rusto glanced at everyone and limped out. "It's better to hurry up, I don't care. Your head won't last long."

Charles turned his eyes to the bandage at the edge, "The first mate, the crew members were injured or killed."

"Two sailors died..., sacrifice...one, amputation of the big wheel tube... others are of varying degrees... minor and serious injuries, the captain is dying..."

It was better than Charles had imagined, he thought he would change half of the crew again this time.

After looking around, Charles asked in confusion: "Where has that boy Dipp been? He shouldn't be dead, right?"

All the crew members looked at the wooden door in the distance, and there was a figure on the floor outside the wooden door.

"Dip, come here."

Dipp, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, walked in from outside the door, and he was also wearing a bandage.

"What's wrong with the face?" Charles asked.

"I'll beat you, this kid deserves a beating." Chef Frey raised his arm and said fiercely.

Dipp, with red eyes, knelt directly on the ground, his face full of shame.

In Dipp's mind, Charles was almost half of his father, but he almost stabbed him to death.

He felt sad and guilty. If Charles really died because of him, he would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"You don't have a salary for this mission, this matter is over."

Dipp raised his head in surprise. He thought he would be kicked out of the Narwhal and returned to wandering on the street again. But he was actually let go so gently?

"Remember this loss, stop being fooled by others."

Charles has his own plans. Although Dipp is a little simple, after all, what he taught by his top leader is to trust him. The crew himself is prone to death. He must ensure that the team on the ship is his own.

It is very terrible to have no one on the ship. If such a thing happens, a crew member with low loyalty will definitely throw the dying captain off the ship and sell it directly.

Tears kept pouring out of Dipp's eyes. He nodded desperately, and he secretly swears in his heart that such a thing must not let it happen again!

Charles' eyes moved from Dipp to the second mate. "Have the gold from the wooden boat been taken down?"
Chapter completed!