[Cruise Ship Carnival] Ghosts Startle People to Death
Si Yehan returned to his cabin on the third floor. He didn't go to the entertainment hall again; the entertainment there was too boring and didn't suit his taste, so there was no need to stay there for long.
After entering the house and locking the door, Si Yehan first checked the room to make sure there were no listening or surveillance devices in the living room before going straight into the bedroom.
This made the investigation a bit easier. After some time, Si Yehan finally confirmed that his room was not being monitored or listened to.
He took off his clothes, preparing to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
White steam billowed in the bathroom, blurring the glass door, and water trickled down her hair and onto her body.
Si Yehan's eyelids closed slightly. His mind was churning with thoughts of the numerous killings he had witnessed in recent days. These images were like fine wine, making him feel exceptionally fulfilled and joyful.
However, it never caused him to fall into confusion. Even in moments of extreme bliss, his mind remained clear, preventing him from losing his sanity.
With eyes closed, past dreams unfold like a scroll in the dim light before my eyes, the magnificent scenes slowly overlapping with what I saw and heard in the dungeon.
The scene in the dream had some similar elements that appeared in the dungeon. Si Yehan's bathing process was not long; his thoughts flowed for no more than twenty minutes before he picked up the disposable white bathrobe hanging to the side and wrapped himself in it.
She took a disposable towel from the sink, dried her hair, and then walked out of the bathroom wearing disposable slippers.
Si Yehan stood by the window, gazing at the waves on the sea. He leaned against the wall, his handsome face reflected in the window, his dark eyes fixed on the scene before him, the turbulent emotions within them completely unreadable.
Si Yehan dried his wet hair, then casually tossed the towel into the trash can. He turned and sat on the soft bed, remarking casually, "It would be even more pleasant if I had an iced drink in my hand right now."
Not long after, Si Yehan took off his bathrobe, changed into his own clothes, and hung his trench coat on the head of the bed.
Taking a shower before bed did make Si Yehan sleep more comfortably.
The lights in the room slowly went out, plunging the room into darkness.
Consciousness seeps into the dream and gradually fades away.
In the entertainment hall, although the banquet was not over, Wang Yuxiu had already returned to her cabin on her own.
After dancing for a while on the dance floor, Jin Zhiguang also felt a bit bored. He really couldn't empathize with this kind of revelry. He glanced at his pretty dance partner in front of him and some lewd thoughts arose in his mind.
But remembering the rule in the murder case that "no sexual matters should be mentioned," Jin Zhiguang couldn't very well invite him. He could only slowly extinguish the lust in his heart and regain his composure.
Jin Zhiguang casually apologized to his dance partner and made an excuse to leave the dance floor. He then approached Chen Zhongshou, who was drinking at the counter, and said, "Shouldn't we go back to our cabins early? Let's get some sleep tonight; I'm getting a little tired of this entertainment hall."
Chen Zhongshou sipped his canned beer, his thick eyebrows raised, his face flushed, and he reeked of alcohol, though beer wouldn't make him drunk. "Good, it's just right that I've drunk a bit too much. This way I'll sleep more soundly tonight. Murder patterns aren't always entirely reliable, so it's best to be safe and get a good night's sleep."
At this point, only a few people left the banquet; the vast majority remained deeply immersed in the revelry, and no one cared about the departure of the few who left.
A gentle evening breeze swept across the deck, and a crescent moon hung high in the sky, its bright light spilling down and spreading across the sea.
Shortly after Jin Zhiguang returned to his room, he was lying in bed when he suddenly heard a few light knocks on the door. His muscles tensed up instinctively, and he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. He walked step by step to the door, opened the peephole, and could vaguely see several women.
He first checked the time, then made his own judgment. Ghosts usually just pass through doors without knocking. He had worried unnecessarily and simply opened the door.
The view through the peephole was naturally less clear than seeing it directly. Four women stood outside the door, each with a distinctly different makeup style, wearing dresses that exposed large areas of skin, exuding a seductive charm.
Jin Zhiguang's eyes narrowed slightly. One of them was his dance partner from the dance floor earlier. She was wearing bright makeup and showed no shyness at all. Instead, she had a bold smile on her face.
The former dance partner introduced them unhurriedly, "Sir, we noticed your needs at the banquet, so we came over. Don't worry, we'll get a substantial bonus for serving you well. This is a long-standing tradition of excellent service at Tianxia No. 4. If you're more interested in men, we can call a few more."
Jin Zhiguang shook his head and said without hesitation, "I'm not interested in men. You four come in."
The thought process in my mind was that the rules of murder only said that it couldn't be mentioned, but didn't say that it couldn't be done.
With this thought in mind, Jin Zhiguang entered the house.
The bedroom door was tightly closed, and soon a series of intertwined sounds could be heard.
Jin Zhiguang was naturally in an extremely pleasant mood tonight. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you start thinking about sex," which is his usual way of relaxing under high pressure.
When he was out in the public eye, he loved to go to bars to have fun and have one-night stands. After all, most decent bars in South Korea are designed to impress people, so the one-night stand partners he found were all quite attractive. Jin Zhiguang never neglected this aspect of his enjoyment.
As night deepened, the pleasure lasted for an unknown period of time until both were exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
In a secluded spot within the bedroom, a red light flickered at a barely perceptible brightness, recording the entire scene.
The moonlight shone with a faint crimson glow on the sea surface, and the sea once again became as dark as night, with the seawater churning.
The entire cruise ship fell into extreme silence, except for a series of nimble and light footsteps. The female ghost ignored the walls and floated into the various rooms, but was always blocked outside the fourth floor.
Her long gown billowed, making her pale face appear even more terrifying. Her long hair hung down, and a bloodthirsty rage shone in her lifeless eyes.
Ghost Slave are not true ghosts after all. They are more obsessed and do not follow the rules of killing as completely as true ghosts do. Apart from that, they have no other emotions.
The only similarity is that neither of them possesses any concept of consciousness.
They all floated towards Jin Zhiguang's room. From the shadows, one after another, wet, ghostly figures crawled out, blood dripping down, yet leaving no trace on the floor.
A strange smell wafted through Jin Zhiguang's room, where five people lay intertwined on the soft white bed.
He drifted off to sleep, completely unaware that death was imminent!
Footsteps sounded, approaching step by step! One by one, female ghosts floated into the room, staring at the five people lying on the bed.
They all pounced on them, and the moment their sharp hands reached down, their already exposed skin was torn open, the pain waking them from their sleep.
The four women screamed in terror. The moment Jin Zhiguang was awakened by the pain, he tried to reach out and grab the female ghost in front of him, but found that he walked straight through her.
The other person could touch him, but he couldn't touch them—this illogical scene filled Jin Zhiguang with despair. Yet, his expression remained unchanged from the previous night. Which rule of murder had he violated?
Even though nothing about sex was mentioned, and she maintained a calm expression throughout, she was only putting in physical effort.
Jin Zhiguang pieced together all the scenes from the day in his mind, and recalled the contents of the envelope. He cursed in a vulgar dialect from his hometown. Only when he was about to die did he realize that he and his group had been deceived by Si Yehan.
The other two will most likely die tonight too.
A broken smile appeared on Jin Zhiguang's torn features, blood seeping out and blurring his face.