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The captain's face suddenly became very ugly, because everyone knew what the skull flag represented.

"Quick, send a signal, tell him that we are the merchant ships of the island country, and ask for support as soon as possible like the base of the island country." The captain's face was pale as he spoke.

Just after the captain's arrangement, fog suddenly rose on the calm sea.

The fog on the sea seemed to appear suddenly, and only in an instant covered the circumference of the merchant ship for several kilometers. The pirate flag that had been clearly seen disappeared suddenly.

The captain had already arrived in the cockpit, and someone was shouting, but judging from the expression on his face, it should be that there was no response from the other side.

"Have you got in touch?" The captain was very anxious, asked.

"Captain, all the contact information has been cut off. I can't get in touch." A man came to explain to the captain.

"Fart, how can..." The captain's voice did not fall, outside a crisp gunshot has been heard.

"No, we're surrounded." Someone ran in from outside in horror.

The captain's face became more ugly. He took a few steps to get in touch with his superiors, hoping to get help from the Navy.

However, after experimenting with all the contact information, the captain sat down on the ground with a shadow on his face.

It's over, we're done The captain said in despair.

"Listen, men on board. Let your captain come out and talk." The sound came from all directions, and was heard very clearly in the cockpit.

"What to do. Or we'll rush out. Anyway, our ship is bigger. Although the pirate ship is fast, it's not so easy to rush up. " One man gave advice to the captain.

The captain felt a cold sweat and said, "set the direction and rush out."

The merchant ship Yamato was at full power and, with its own advantages, wanted to knock down the pirate ship and escape.

But a strange scene suddenly appeared. The pirate ship did not mean to meet them. Instead, it disappeared in the white sea fog, as if lost some magic.

The Yamato sailed through the wind and waves, heading in one direction and entering the sea fog. The huge hull of the ship was suddenly invisible and disappeared without a trace.

An hour passed, another hour passed. The captain standing on the deck looked even more ugly, for it had been two hours since the white sea fog had burst into it. According to the calculation, he had gone out about 100 nautical miles, but

The captain felt the sweat on his back. If it goes on like this, the Yamato will be finished sooner or later.

In the sea, the most terrible thing is to lose the direction, he met today.

After another six hours of sailing, there was no change in the situation. There was still white fog all around and nothing could be seen.

When I left the port, I had seen the weather and there was no sea fog at all. It seems that the sea fog is really strange.

An hour later, the crew came to report that all the machines had stopped and that the maintenance personnel did not find any problems.

"Fart." The captain started swearing again.

The main engine plays well, all the equipment is OK, but

A strange atmosphere began to spread on the Yamato, as if it was a plague, which made everyone lose their fighting spirit.

Some people are lying on the ground praying, some are writing to their relatives

An hour later, the worse news came. The captain heard that someone had fallen asleep for no reason. There was no problem, just a coma.

On the Dahe of nearly a hundred people, one or two of them fell asleep to the last thirty or fifty

The captain suddenly remembered one thing. To be exact, it was a place name, the Bermuda Triangle.

Now, the situation can only be explained by this. He feels that the whole process is like a huge behind the scenes gangster tightly grasping him. He is like a puppet with strings, and he doesn't listen to his own control.

Any struggle against it is futile.

The captain curled up in the corner, dark in his eyes, lit a cigarette and smoked silently, waiting for death to come.

Another hour later, there were two men on board besides him who were awake, but the soberness was more terrible than waking up.

Facing death soberly, facing the unknown that is impossible to overcome, and facing suffering soberly

The captain felt that he was going crazy. In this situation, it was better to kill him with a knife.

At this time, a rustling sound came from the distance, like the sound of some small insects crawling, and also like someone creeping on their feet.

The three people looked at each other, and the expression of panic on their faces instantly expanded.

A man pulled out a dagger and looked at the corner where the sound was coming out. The muscles on his face twisted and said, "NIMA, I'll fight with you."The captain didn't speak. He held a big conservative in his hand. The meaning was very obvious. He fought to death.

The other one was holding a bottle of wine in his hand with no expression on his face.

At this time, the sound disappeared. There was no sound in the huge cockpit. We could hear the breath of several people and the beating heart.

Several people looked at each other and were in complete despair.

"You get out of here, NEMA, and you're not good at hiding." The man with the dagger swore and slashed around with the dagger.

The captain and the other man opened their eyes wide and looked around. The guy in his hand was shaking.

Suddenly, the man with the dagger in his hand stopped and stood in a strange position.

The next second, the dagger fell to the ground with a jingle.

The captain and the other one shivered, and they knew that this man should be finished.

Sure enough, the next second, the man fell to the ground. Close your eyes and breathe as if you were asleep.

There was no change around, it was quiet, as if nothing had happened except the man.

The captain and the man looked at each other, and then stood back to back.

"What on earth is it?" There was a tremor in the voice.

"I don't know." Said the captain.

"Are we going to die?" Asked the man.

"I don't know," said the captain.

After the captain had answered, he asked a question and said, "if you die now, who do you miss the most?"

but no one answered him. There was no one to answer him. There was a sense of foreboding rising from the bottom of his heart that the man might be dead.