It was impossible to stand upright on the ship. Xie De barely managed to stagger into his room, dug out the motion sickness pills, and stuffed them into his mouth. These were another thing 455 had swiped from Anbers. They had no real label, just a white bottle.
They worked so-so.
Xie De could no longer throw up, but the discomfort in his stomach was still intense, giving his already pale face a sickly look. His long lashes lowered as he pressed a hand to his stomach and leaned against the wall of his room to rest for a moment.
Then something occurred to him, and he pulled the cigarette pack from his pocket. Sure enough, they were all soaked...
Only then did he learn what heartbreak felt like.
T∧T
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed outside the window. In the hazy light, a dark shape seemed to dart past, leaving behind only a few shrieks and strange cackles.
What the hell was that?
455 pulled up the ship's surveillance feed, then paused and enlarged the thing that had just flashed past. It howled, "Oh my god, it's a ghost! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ."
"Are you serious?"
Xie De tossed the cigarette pack into a cabinet. Bracing himself against the table, he first fastened his sheathed long saber to his waist, then bent down and squinted at the monitor mounted on the table.
The image on the monitor was somewhat blurry, but he could still make out a human head with its mouth and eyes wide open, as though it were screaming. It had no body, only a spine, and sparse hair, like a scarecrow with nothing but a head.
"Oh my god, it really is a ghost."
And an ugly one that packed a serious psychological punch, too. It took Xie De straight