Chapter 158 - The Isolated Island (2)

There was a brief moment of luminous silence before the director stuttering spoke out, "H-Human Fish?!" 

The crew member grinned strangely with yellow teeth, he seemed to want to speak again but at this moment there was a sudden loud commotion from the second story, civilians passage.

Chu Yi glanced down from above where he could vaguely see the fistfighting figures before one man was violently picked up and his body pressed over the railing, "You dare sneak onto our ship!–" 

The other man barely clothed in rough hemp cloth was poor, his embarrassed figure was stained with blood and mud and he was screaming wildly in pain.

The crew members roughly slammed his head onto the sharp metal railing, scarlet blood spurted from the back of his head, through stuttered breaths the civilian tried to seek sympathy, but without waiting for anyone to react, the crew member suddenly lifted him and flung the man overboard! 

If you must know they were already a few knots away from the shore, this was pushing the man to death!

The man smashed into the sea with a scream, under the horrified gazes of the others. He tried to struggle but as if sinking into a dark swamp there was only a brief moment where they could see his flailing hands before he sunk underwater without a single ripple. 

The crew member was mighty and majestic, and his face was full of flesh. He grabbed the side of the boat and looked down at the still waters with a viscous grin before spitting into his watery grave without remorse.

He turned his head back, the poor man who was closest to him had been unfortunate enough to be punched in the face and his nose was smeared with blood.

Seeing the bloodthirsty look on the crew member's face, he shrank timidly, and then plucked out a grey ticket from his hands. The crew member sneered but didn't continue to fight, he curled his lips and stomped heavily passed, disappearing into the crew lounge.

The reaction of the other passengers was unexpectedly consistent, they looked at crew members with fear and horror but no one suggested leaving. They picked up their baggage glanced around dully before hurrying away to their room, no one mentioned the dead man.

Chu Yi glanced at his leaving back strangely, before turning his head back to the others. The director had a weeping look, the greasy middle-aged man seemed to be on the verge of tears wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and stuttering as he tried to speak.

Chu Yi couldn't help but wonder how such a man with a cowardly nature would still have the guts to go to an isolated island to shoot a horror movie.

The crew member didn't bother with them anymore and with a bow, he walked away briskly.

The director hesitated for a bit before turning to them, "Does everyone remember their room number?"

Once he got an affirmative answer, he rubbed his hands together and nodded, "Alright then you can all go take a rest in your rooms, if you want you can come to the dinner but if not just stay inside and not cause any trouble. I'll go see the tour guide"

He wiped his sweat and signaled to his assistant before hastily walking away as if there was something at his back chasing him. Chu Yi looked at him thoughtfully, the temperature on board seemed to be a bit too hot.

Chu Yi glanced at the key in his hands before waving his hands quickly to the other still standing there and was the first to leave. Heavy Martin boots slammed onto the wooden deck and slowly climbed the winding stairs to the highest floor, counting the doors of each room one by one.

Gradually his feet stopped at the room at the farthest end of the corridor. Dark and gloomy. The door was heavy and tall, although there were traces of erosion by seawater by normal standards, this door would be the kind that would be hard to break down. The key slid into the lock and with a slight click, the door to room 505 was open.

The cashmere bed was soft and the bedding was neat clean, and all the facilities were well-equipped, but some strange traces make people very concerned.

Chu Yi glanced at the bottom of the heavy door as he walked by, the hundreds of deep scratches on the base of the door immediately broke into his field of vision. The messy marks were faintly tinged with dark red bloodstains, just like... scratches left on a coffin board after a person was buried alive.

How helpless and desperate would people be to survive? Being locked with a terrifying monster, unable to run unable to call for help just slowly watching your death approach you closer and closer.

Is this door made of coffin wood?

Or was the previous occupant the kind that was buried alive?

He looked up at the ceiling, the inside of the wardrobe, and even the wall behind the full-length mirror, bloody scratches could be seen over it. These aren't places that normal people can easily reach. 

This was a double room. Another bed was pushed up against the corner of the wall but besides himself, there was no one.

He walked to the window and opened the curtain, took off his sunglasses, and held them in his hands, enjoying the long sunset over the sea with a comfortable face. Although the crisscrossing barbed wires on the window were a bit unpleasant, they did not affect his mood at all. 

He took out the small camera from his pocket and after a moment of thought, pressed it on.

The barrage that had been abruptly released from the little black room was a little dazed but when they saw the beautiful face in the camera lens, all grievances were automatically pushed away. 

Chu Yi glanced at the lively barrage and frowned slightly, "Be honest. If you have nothing to say, then don't act cute."

["...."]

["...?"]

[No, ancestor, don't forget that you are a little star.....]

Chu Yi glanced at them with slanted eyes, the barrage seemed to see a little disdain in those rose-colored eyes,

[I seem to have been hit.]

[Upstairs, you are not the only one]

[But why is it so fragrant...]

[I don't care, today I declare that I am a fan!]

Chu Yi ignored them, and turned his eyes to the sparkling blue sea on the outside before asking calmly, "What do you guys know about the director of this movie."

[Oh! Speaking of, this director surnamed Bei, is a bit famous in the circle. Well infamous really, because everyone knows that every single movie he has created has had some sort of accident. Busses overturning, actors breaking their legs, there was even a landslide once in a village where he was staying to film.]

[Upstairs, I heard that he had found a bunch of masters to help him but rumor is, it's his evil karma that's hitting him.]

[Who knows which evil ghost took him this year and he decided to create a horror movie!]

[Isn't this just asking for bad luck. Anchor be careful, who knows if the ship you're on is actually a ghost ship.]

[Anchor be careful + 1]

[+5]

[+1086]

A director plagued with bad luck suddenly decided to go to a haunted isolated island to shoot a film. His lips curled up, interesting.

In the back of his mind, he seemed to smell something strange, casually placing the camera down and looking back out to sea. The surface of the sea far from the cruise ship seemed to flash by with a gleam of silver light, as if a big fish had surfaced, took a breath, and sank back down. But in the blink of an eye, the sea's surface was calm again. 

The strange heady smell was getting deeper.

He didn't know it was because of the calm rocking waves of the ship as it slowly coursed through the sea or the warm sunlight that shone down onto the room from the bright sky but Chu Yi felt an overwhelming wave of sleepiness engulf him without warning, he was only able to stagger to his bed before his consciousness descended into darkness.

The moment his eyes fell, from the position of the coffin door, came the sound of banging, laughter, the crackling of broken bones, and the sizzle of fingernails scratching the wooden board. The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and a unique fishy sweetness permeated the room. 

Blood slowly seeped into the room from the door, inching towards the bed. The man on the bed was like a sleep canary, unaware of his coming death. The chaotic mixture of noise became louder and louder as if the things outside were opening their bloody jaw to swallow their prey whole–

Footsteps echoed quietly in the empty corridor.

Almost for an instant, these ghosts stopped moving and stood still as if the pause button was pressed. The terrifying force unique to administrators swallowed the entire ship. The creature outside only hesitated for a brief moment, when it let out a horrible scream, and the smell of copper and brunt flesh spread through the entire corridor. The leather shoes stepped in the bloodstains and black ash at the door and slowly pressed the key into the lock. When he heard the small click, a small satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

At that time, Chu Yi was still deeply asleep, breathing evenly, and his cheeks were a little rosier than when he was awake.

The live stream barrage that had been quietly enjoying the peaceful atmosphere suddenly saw a dark figure pass through the frame lens and they all felt their hearts constrict.

xiaoxiao: [What's that!–]

OrangeBlue: [Ghost!!!]

MothersGreenTea: [MMP! There's actually a ghost!]

Ruan Quixi glanced at the blinking red camera and slowly raised a hand, he smiled softly at the lens before ruthlessly turning it off.[!!!!!] The pitiful audience who had been released from the black room was once again locked up.

The setting sun reflects a large orange-red glow, in the beautiful natural scenery, the sea breeze is blowing, and the fear was fermented in the dank air.

Chu Yi felt something lightly tickling him in his sleep, like a mischievous child, the annoying finger pressed against his eyes and tapped his eyelids with his fingers, a drop of tear leaked out unconsciously, sliding down the corner of his eyes and onto the bridge of his nose.

As if seeing something interesting, the man narrowed his eyes and squatted down. Before Chu Yi's tears rolled down the pillow, he took out a handkerchief and wiped it away gently. He neatly folded the handkerchief stained with Chu Yi's tears, and put it in his pocket.

At this moment, the long lashes fluttered open and the misty red eyes beneath finally greeted the world. Ink black pupils shrank and the man who he just recently met smiled above him, "Did you miss me?"

What greeted him was a cold fist.