Mystery makes me strong

Chapter 492 Confrontation and Resolution

In the Pacific Ocean, on a major route to McCann.

A high-speed cruise ship is sailing.

However, in its cockpit, there was no living person, only dry and dehydrated corpses.

"Dead, all dead."

"Dead, all dead."

In the spacious dining room, there were three men and four women, drinking water frantically.

Another person, with dull eyes, was muttering to himself.

"Bob, don't be stupid there, drink more water!" A stout black man stuffed an opened bottle of mineral water into his mouth.

The other party sucked instinctively like a baby.

"Laurice, will we make it home alive?" a white woman called to the stout black man after drinking her belly round like an October 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 he didn't dare to say it out loud.

"What are you talking about?" The stout black 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, who of you can sail a boat?" The thick black man really wanted to kill the other party, but now manpower is the most precious, 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 go to a prestigious university, he had to go to a free community college.

He knew very well that the curse just encountered should be randomly selected.

The question is, is it more likely to choose one of 8 people, or is it more likely to choose one of 7 people?
Obviously it is the latter, so the opponent cannot die.

That's why he force-fed that lunatic with water.

"My father is a fisherman, and I have learned to sail a boat, but this cruise ship may be different in some way." An Asian man raised his hand.

"Okay, let me go to the cabin to have a look. Although there should be autopilot, we must prevent it from going on the wrong route." The thick black man went over and patted Ya Nan on the shoulder, encouraging him.

However, the others are all huddled in the restaurant, those cheap mineral water, they usually don't even look at it, they only prefer Coke and whiskey, but now it has become their life-saving straw.

"You guys, carry the mineral water and follow us!" the thick black man ordered.

Some people want to object, but after measuring the amount of muscle groups on both sides, they still give up.

At this time, black people can figure out what they can figure out to some extent. Fighting has no other benefits except depleting the water in the body.

Soon a group of people, under the pressure of the thick black man, made a detour to the cockpit.

When they saw the withered corpses of the captain and the first mate scattered about in the cockpit from the outside, their faces turned pale.

"No, no, we can't go in, we'll be infected!" a woman cried, holding her head in her hands.

The stout black man stretched out his foot, kicked away a crew member leaning on the door, and walked into the cockpit without hesitation.

In times of crisis, whoever dares to take responsibility and risks will naturally have the dominant power. This is the axiom of collective human society.

The fisherman's son, the Asian man, was closely followed by the stout black man.

After a lot of tossing, he finally mastered the driving method of the cruise ship.

"Fortunately, the autopilot system is not malfunctioning. We just need to follow the original route. Depending on the time, it will take about six days."

"Six days? After that long, we're all going to die!" a white woman screamed.

"Shut up, save your saliva." The thick black man raised his fist and threatened.

Of course he was also terrified. There were originally 500 people on board, but within more than ten days, only 8 of them were left.

This is the cruelty of the curse.

At some point, someone discovered that drinking water could counteract this curse of dryness.

No, it should be said to be instinct, isn't thirst just to drink water?
At this point, the aliens who knew too much fell into a misunderstanding.

Wen Rensheng's first thought was to use the power of a different species to fight, and he never thought of drinking water to fight.

Others thought the same way.

Can such a simple way as drinking water be able to fight against the power of rules?
The first cursed person obviously wanted to drink water, but no one gave him a drink... After he recovered, he also forgot his request.

Just by drinking water, you can delay the progress of drying up.

The confrontation between rules is actually not that complicated.

Drink water when you are thirsty, and take an umbrella when it rains, it's as simple as that.

However, confrontation does not mean resolution.

After the 8 people determined the course, they decided to move all the mineral water into the cockpit.

After all, heading determines everything.

If you run in the wrong direction, there are many missing ships in the vast sea.

The Asian man, while drinking water, looked out at the sea through the window and kept his course.

I don't know how long it has 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 Titanic gang bumped 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 mass of the ship is huge, and the inertia is also huge. It is very difficult and slow to turn around.

Suddenly, Bob, the crazy man, appeared in the cockpit. He waved his hands: "Stop the boat, stop the boat."

"Don't make trouble, Bob, we are going around that iceberg." The burly man grabbed the opponent's neck.

Bob struggled desperately: "No, God gave me a revelation, we are going to the iceberg."

"Go to the iceberg? You're really crazy, aren't you going to be hit to death?" A white woman laughed.

Others also despised him one after another, and the other party was really frightened crazy.

After finally being able to sail home, but now they have to go to the iceberg?
What's on the iceberg?Without any food except fresh water, they would starve to death.

And the iceberg will melt and drift, I don't know where it will go?
On this kind of ocean, it is impossible to expect someone to come to the rescue from thousands of miles away. In fact, they have already sent out a distress signal.

However, for so many days, we did not encounter a single ship.

They knew very well that it was actually the ships that had received the signal and were avoiding them... No one wanted to be infected by the curse.

The whole story should not have been honestly told then.

No one listened to Mad Bob, and the cruise ship finally turned successfully and began to skirt the iceberg.

And that lunatic Bob, watching the iceberg pass by, suddenly became more crazy, jumped off the deck, and swam towards the iceberg.

"He's really crazy. Even if he wants to go to the iceberg, he should go on a lifeboat and bring enough food." The Asian man shook his head.

"It's impossible for a lunatic to think rationally." The stout black man said disdainfully.

Crazy Bob, all the way up the glacier.

As if someone was telling him to do this, he finally climbed onto a small ice floe, waved to the departing cruise ship and shouted:
"This is Noah's Ark, come back, BACK, come back!"

However, what greeted him was only ridicule and contempt.

brutal reality.

The seemingly shrewd and capable leader will lead everyone to a dead end.

Truth is often in the hands of madmen.

Two days later, the last person on the cruise ship also died in the struggle against the withering curse. He was drowned alive by the water.

After all, the amount of water the human body can absorb is limited, and they forgot that there is another disease called water intoxication...

Drinking water can fight dryness, but if you really want to solve the curse, you still need 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 a high school education to know about this disease. After all, many of their doctors rely on search engines to treat diseases, and they have a common treatment method with someone.

Only Bob on the Iceberg, singing a song while grilling fish in a convex lens made of ice cubes.

"One, two, three, here he comes."

"Four five six, he appeared at your window."

"Seven or eight, hide under the bed and wait for him to leave."

"Zero, you will survive."

(End of this chapter)