As the crowd moved forward slowly, they passed through a rather narrow stairway and arrived at the large ballroom on the second deck.
This was probably the largest room on the ship besides the cargo hold, yet it still felt somewhat cramped with several hundred passengers standing inside.
However, the true reason for the crowding was the corpse placed in the center of the ballroom, which everyone deliberately or unconsciously avoided.
Seeing the corpse, Sno raised an eyebrow slightly. He had seen this man yesterday.
He was neither Sera from the archaeology department nor the middle-aged man who had claimed to encounter a thief, but the unfortunate fellow who had listened to that middle-aged man recount the theft.
Though he had only glanced at him, Sno's Sequence Six memory, combined with the All-Nuo Council's correction, allowed him to recognize the man immediately.
The unfortunate man's face was pale, his eyes bulging. Both hands seemed to be clawing at his own throat, as though he were trying to pry away a pair of hands choking him.
His body was somewhat shriveled, and his expression was twisted and terrifying, making him look as if he might leap up and start killing at any moment.
Quite a few passengers had realized what had happened. They gathered in small groups and began whispering to one another. As Sno listened to their meaningless complaints, a figure with long light-golden hair suddenly leaned close and whispered:
"Terrifying! He looks like he suffered some kind of curse!"
We're not even acquainted, are we? Sno rolled his eyes. While An Zhi Yu altered the impression she gave others, she also weakened her own presence to a certain extent. To ensure that his "opportunity" would not be obscured by it, he could only keep it shut off.
Of course,