Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 193: Three kills

The one who died was Feng Zhang, the chief steward of the seven counties in Liangzhou. He was the first and foremost master on the ship. He had thirteen shops, cargo terminals, and inn trading under his control. He was one of the three chief stewards of the Sishui ship in the west one.

Now Feng Zhang lay motionless on the deck, he was soaked wet. According to the boat boss, Feng Zhang fell into the sea. Tonight, Feng Zhang was the one who drank a lot. When he got down, he was swaying. The captain of the boat went over to help him. Unexpectedly, he ended up like this.

Li Mo checked Feng Zhang's body and found nothing unusual, and there was no trace of trauma on his body. At the moment, I asked the boss of the ship how Feng Zhang's body was found, and the person who found the body was also a steward named Zhao Bing. In the evening, although these stewards did not dare to drink too much according to the rules of the Surabaya, they were still slightly drunk. The urgency of urination didn't even bother to go to the toilet, so he stood directly on the edge of the deck and began to solve it.

In the middle of urinating, I heard the sound of inconvenience and glanced at the probe. At this sight, he almost didn't let him fall down, and he saw Feng Zhang drifting on the sea, and half of himself urinated on him just now. At the moment, the steward hurriedly called on the sailors to salvage the dead body.

There is no flaw in what Zhao Bing said, but just after these stewards came down, they died when they took a breath. Feng Zhang's luck was a little too bad. Immediately, Li Mo instructed the boat boss to send someone to wipe Feng Zhang's body clean and find a place to place it alone. After the God of Fortune Island, wait for the two owners to deal with it.

At this time, Gui Bu Gui walked down by himself. After the old guy circled around the dead body, seeing that Feng Zhang was not a Han Chinese in the Central Plains, he smiled and said to Li Mo, "Is this dead ghost a Huns?"

"Yes, Feng Zhang's ancestors were the Xiongnu nobles outside Yanmen Pass, who migrated to Liangzhou during Emperor Guangwu's time." After Li Mo glanced at Gui Bugui, who was walking beside him, he continued to look at the cold corpse on the deck. : "Sun Dongjia just took a fancy to Feng Zhang's ability to eat among the Hu people in the Western Regions, so he invited him to be the steward of the Sishui. In recent years, Feng Zhang has been flourishing in Liangzhou, and he is the biggest steward in that area."

Gui Wuhui said "oh" and said no more, watching the sailor lift Feng Zhang's body to the bilge. Afterwards, Li Mo began to appease the other stewards on the ship. Although they were still the same when they arrived at Fortune Island, it was better to let them feel at ease in the last few days.

These stewards are all human beings. Although they promised, they began to be a little wary in their hearts. What kind of unfortunate things I usually did, I knew in my heart that this trip to the God of Fortune Island was full of doubts, and now a big manager said that he would die, which made them even more worried. I knew in my heart what I usually did, but now, these stewards began to open the distance from the sailors on board and Mo's subordinates, intentionally or unintentionally. Even in the thatched hut, there are several people together, for fear of being plotted against.

After dealing with Feng Zhang's affairs, Gui Bugui and Li Mo walked along the side of the boat to the cabin on the upper deck. Halfway through, the person in front of Kui Bugui suddenly smiled, walking slowly, and said to Li Mo who was behind him without turning his head: "Little baby, you're in a hurry, so start on the road?"

"It's not me..." Li Mo looked at the old guy's back, and continued in a low voice: "These stewards are indeed sent to the East to receive punishment from the two bosses, but their life and death are only determined by the two bosses. It can be decided. Before reaching Fortune Island, they were still in charge of the Surabaya. Whoever wants to harm them is to be the enemy of the Surabaya."

While speaking, the two returned to the cabin on the upper floor in tandem, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Xiao Ren San was already slightly drunk, and was sleeping soundly with his arms around the wine jar. Wu Mian didn't seem to see them coming up, holding a blank letter in his hand, it seemed that he was hesitating whether to write something on it. Only Bai Wuqiu came over to inquire about what happened below. After hearing that someone stumbled into the sea and drowned, Er Lengzi frowned and said, "Why can't you think about it? No one heard from so many people below? Just finished eating. , if you fart, one will die. That who... it will take a few days to get to the God of Fortune Island, but you can't stand the way you guys die."

The last sentence made Li Mo's face a little ugly. After taking a deep breath, he said, "It's just an accident, there won't be another time." After that, Li Mo ignored them. I went back to my ear room to rest.

Li Mo's heart also felt that Feng Zhang's death was too strange, but there were no abnormal scars on the body, so he could only assume that he accidentally drowned. Li Mo casted a spell on Feng Zhang, which could alleviate the degree of decay of the body. Waiting for the God of Fortune Island to let the two owners decide.

However, there are times when I am afraid of what I am afraid of. The next morning before dawn, Li Mo was awakened by a sudden knock on the door. Immediately, a bad premonition struck, and after opening the door, I saw the captain of the ship whose facial features were almost twisted together: "Go and have a look...it's dead again..."

Two people died this time. Zhao Bing, who found Feng Zhang's body last night, and a steward named Fang Zizhen. Zhao Bing was already frail. After being frightened by Feng Zhang's body last night, he kept talking. When a companion woke up in the middle of the night, he could hear Zhao Bing talking to himself while sitting on his bed. The man in the middle of the night also asked a question, and Zhao Bing lay down without answering.

The manager who got up at night thought that Zhao Bing was really lying down and fell asleep, but he didn't care at that time. The boss of the ship just went over to greet these stewards to get up and wash up, and when they had breakfast, only to find that Zhao Bing, who was lying on the bed, had rolled his eyes. The death of a Zhao Bing is not counted, and the next person named Fang Zizhen is also scared to death.

Fang Zijin is the fattest of these people, and has been suffering from heartache for the past few years. After seeing that Zhao Bing, who was sleeping beside him, was dead, he clutched his chest and fell to the ground, twitching. When Li Mo came down, Fang Zizhen was already dead, and when he died, his face turned purple like a pig's liver.

One died last night and two this morning. The faces of these stewards on the ship began to turn pale. After Li Mo inspected the body, two representatives were sent over to discuss with Li Mo. The big ship encountered such a disaster just one day after going to sea. Now all the stewards on the ship are panicking and want to ask Li Mo to turn the bow of the boat and return to the dock. After finding out the reason, it's not too late to go to Fortune Island, it's about three or five days away.

"The ship has left the shore, and there is no reason to go back." After Li Mo glanced at the couple who were in love, he continued: "This is just an accident, don't think too much about it. Steward Feng Zhang It was due to drowning, Zhao Bing and Fang Zi had a hidden illness before. Don't scare yourselves, nothing will happen."

After the two stewards hesitated for a while, one of them came closer and whispered to Li Mo, "If you can't go back, then please Mr. Li Mo to summon the souls of Feng, Zhao, and Fang. We are relieved to know that the three of them were not murdered."

"Souls can't be summoned at sea" Li Mo glanced at the steward named Qian Ming who was talking, and then explained: "There is no rootless soil at sea, so souls cannot be condensed. In this way, if you are still worried, from now on At first, I will eat and live with you. Can you rest assured?"

The stewards of the Sishui know that Li Mo is a monk. Since he said so, these people have nothing to say.

Although such a big thing has happened, I still have to eat breakfast. At the moment, Li Mo ordered the boss of the boat to bring the prepared breakfast, but the stewards were panicking at this time, who could eat breakfast?

At this time, on the deck above, there was no return and nothing to be desired. Bai Wuqiu saw the two corpses lying on the deck and said to Li Mo, "How is it? I'm right, this is the beginning..."