"Ah, this!"
What flooded the Live Stream Room was not Bullet Screen comments, but the audience's mixed and subtle emotions.
There was only one moving freighter in the nearby waters: the one that had just left the shipyard after its "repairs," the very ship Mister Vampire had asked about.
Ever since Ronan promised that no filming would take place within the Military Control Zone, this ship had replaced the main storyline people had expected and remained in Ink's camera feed.
But judging from Ink's persistent actions now, it seemed this was not a "replacement" at all, but a long-planned "premeditation"!
In any case, Ink had indeed crossed the sea and found this foothold that was still moving.
Some netizens who had lived for years in coastal cities like Xia City could tell that this was probably a common general cargo ship of less than the Ten Thousand Ton Class.
The antenna where Ink perched was located on the freighter's only superstructure section, at the stern. Some cabins here still had their lights on. Further ahead lay the cargo holds and lifting equipment, all the way to the bow; it was wide open, pitch-black, and devoid of any sign of people.
At this time, the sudden great wind and dark-cloud weather seemed to have improved slightly. Though the sky remained gloomy and visibility was still poor, the wind was dying down. It was as if the earlier storm had merely been a bout of severe convection in the Near Sea Area, fast to come and fast to go.
Ink leisurely used its thick beak to preen its feathers. The camera swept over a few corners of the freighter before turning toward the direction it had come from.
The Coastline was growing farther and farther away. The outline of the land had