Under the might of the sky and the sea, a group of passengers were frightened even in their cabin. The cabin in their eyes was so dark that they could not see their hands. Only the terrifying lightning and lightning in the porthole were instantly bright and dark; the roaring ocean roared and thundered; the body lying on the bed and hugged the bed pole and felt like they were holding the saddle of a crazy horse, pounding up and down like beans in a wok.

Half an hour later, the thunder gradually faded away, and a ray of sunlight hit the porthole. Before the remnants of vomit were dried, the violent wild horse disappeared without a trace.

The storm passed, and it passed!

The pale passengers pushed open the cabin door and came out outside. They saw that there was another blue sky, with bright sunshine shining brightly. The dazzling sunlight rose on the deck covered with a layer of water. The hellish storm just now seemed like a dream.

The weather on the ocean is more fickle than a woman's heart.

People who have experienced a sudden storm care more about the beautiful scenery. Everyone has come out. Some people who may have vowed not to get off the boat and not leave the cabin have stood under the sunshine of the south. There are laughter and laughter on the deck, and everyone smiles like flowers. Only then can they realize God's grace: the beautiful sunshine is one of the meanings of life.

The captain was holding Fu Renyong's hand and said thanks to Kishida: In the storm, the two passengers dragged an injured sailor into the medical room under the deck without hesitation. Although the sailor was still dead, although the sailor was not uncommon for those who had eaten this bowl of rice, someone was desperate to save you, so how could it not be moved? This is the conscience in the buried chest pulsing, knowing what is good and what is worthy of gratitude.

Fu Renyong touched the bruised and swollen bag on his forehead but looked at a group of people not far away. The sailors were thanking the Chinese-American British who took off their expensive clothes and climbed up the four-story cross-mast with them in the wind and rain.

The bruised and swollen bag was a commemoration of the hull being dragged by the wind and waves when he was dragging the sailor down to the deck. He flew up and pushed it to the memorial of the water supply pipe on the ceiling; but the burning pain did not stop him from curiosity about the British: the young man took back his wet tuxedo and top hat, held it between his arms, and stood barefoot, several sailors were shouting to look for his shoes on the deck, and the revolver and bullet inserted into the belt holster under his right crotch were extremely conspicuous.

And what made Fu Renyong most uncomfortable was that the more he saw this person, the more he felt that he had seen him, but he just couldn't remember which powerful man or his relationship in the Shanghai Concession was seen. How could this not make Mr. Fu, who had "obsessive-compulsive disorder" feel terrified?

"Everyone! The two of us sailors are gone. Has anyone seen them? Or have they seen someone fall into the sea?" The sailor asked the passengers loudly, and everyone looked at each other, and it seemed that no one had seen them before.

"God. Two missing one died. Damn it!" The captain muttered and looked bad. The sailor next to him poked the captain next door and whispered: "I heard that the Japanese ronin almost beat the priest. Could it be that he was unlucky because of this?"

The captain was stunned for a moment and said, "He who had never seen the world had provoked the priest. What's the matter with our ship?"

After saying that, he looked lingering in fear and whispered a few words to the sailor. The sailor immediately ran out and shouted, "Mr. Pastor, please pray to our ship."

At this time, the passengers stood in the sun, and the temperature had risen sharply. The summer in the south was as terrible as a steamer. Everyone took off their coats and were tired, hungry and hot. Someone shouted: "It's twelve o'clock in the afternoon, when will the meal start?"

The captain slapped his head, walked over to the passengers, clasped his fists and said, "Something happened, I forgot about this. My ship suffered a little injury in the storm. The kitchen was watered and repaired. But don't worry, we will bring the parasols and tables and chairs to the deck, and cook here. Today, our ship treats guests: everyone to eat meat and drink."

After hearing what he said, everyone cheered.

Passengers spontaneously helped to move tables and chairs, kitchen utensils, etc. Fu Renyong also asked the followers to follow the sailors to move the stove under the deck, and chatted with familiar passengers talking and laughing, while pretending to be casual, walking towards the Chinese British man. Who would have thought that the other party had probably seen that his coat and clothes had been dried in the blink of an eye. He carried the coat and walked down the cabin on the deck, and passed by Fu Renyong, which made the latter feel helpless in his heart, "Boy, chat! What are you anxious about!"

At this moment, a commotion came from the deck, "There is an accident in the coal warehouse!" Someone shouted loudly as if the fire was on his throat. The passengers were in a state of turmoil. Seeing the captain and sailors rushing down the deck, Fu Renyong and others were curious about doing nothing, so they ran down.

The coal bin is the place where coal is stored for ships and ships is stored. Behind the power chamber, there is still a steam engine, which is the stove. So as soon as I enter this area, Fu Renyong, who was just under the sun, felt his eyes dark, and the temperature rose ten degrees, and dark heat waves stacked over them, as if he had jumped into a hot spring.

After he touched the hot bulkhead and ran forward for two steps, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness before he saw that the narrow corridor was full of people with shadows. He exclaimed, shocked, and cursed one after another.

Seeing his follower standing at the door of the coal warehouse, he was talking to the captain with a terrifying face, "Xiao Li, what's going on?" Fu Renyong roared, regardless of the sticky sweat all over his body, he suddenly squeezed out a few people and rushed to the door.

"Boss, the sailors and I came down to the coal warehouse to move a spare coal stove. When we came in, we saw this..." Xiao Li kept wiping his head and face with his hands, his hands were covered with coal ash, and his face was covered with gangsters, highlighting the fear of his white eyes.

Fu Renyong pushed away the captain who was blocking him and looked into the coal bin, and was also shocked:

There was a pile of coal like a hill in the warehouse, but on the ground between the hill and the door, there was a strange "coal ball", just like a huge old tree root being pulled out of the coal pile and pouring it down there; looking closer, it was like a nest of pythons twisted and rolling together into a ball, rolling all the way from the coal pile to the door; although I hadn't seen clearly what it was in this dark cabin with heat waves. But this weird thing was enough to make people feel nauseous and frightened in my heart at a glance.

At this time, the sailors went up, and the two of them pulled it gently. The snake-like thing was split into two, and Fu Renyong was so scared that he jumped.

That was not a python, but the six people hugging each other!

The six people who are full of fruits, or six corpses, are naked.

All six corpses were painted with coal and were as black as charcoal. They were so dark that they could not tell their original appearance. They could only look from their hair: three had long hair, they were women, two had braids, and men.

The six people saw strips of coal shavings in their dark and lacquered skin from time to time, and they were all wet, so they must be bleeding scars.

"Wow!" Fu Renyong was stunned by the scene in front of him, and screams suddenly came to his side. A passenger who came to see could not bear the scene and ran away. He was covered in the narrow alley with his ears howled and echoed all the way: "The coal warehouse is dead! The dead! The dead!"

The captain was quite calm on his face. He walked up and saw that he gently crushed the cinder on the ground with the soles of his shoes and his trouser legs trembled. He squatted down in front of the corpse, took a deep breath, and wiped the coal ash from the male face with his hands. He was stunned, and his movements suddenly accelerated, and he wiped the coal from the face of another male corpse. He murmured to himself: "Liu San! Li Yunfeng! Damn, why did you come here? Who are these four women?"

At this time, Fu Ren ran past the captain and walked straight towards the coal-pied mountain.

"Mr. Fu! Come back! What are you doing? Go out quickly!" The captain squatting on the ground saw the passenger entering the dead scene for no reason and shouted to stop him.

Fu Renyong stood firm in front of the coal pile mountain, reached out and grabbed a piece of black charcoal that was stuck there. He pulled it back. With a "Kerala", amid everyone's screams, the fifth female body cracked out of the coal pile mountain and fell on the floor, and the coals were rolling around.

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The crew occupied the gangway and no longer allowed passengers to go down to watch the fun. In front of the crowds of people on the deck, the shirtless sailor lifted out all the black fruit corpses wrapped in coal powder, "Get water and flush!" The captain with coal all over his head rushed out immediately, pointing to the six black sweet potato corpses on the ground and shouting, and then pointing to the gangway under the deck: "Old Zhang takes two people to take the guys and go to the coal pile to see if there are any!"

Although there were no doctors or police on the ship, many of the passengers were veterans walking around the world. After seeing the body and the situation at that time, everyone quickly had a general intention:

The women in the coal silo must have lived when they entered, because they have not died for long now.

When we came, the wind direction was strong, and in order to save money, this boat did not use steam power, so no one would care about the coal bin.

So the god inside was unaware of when someone had put a few women in it.

But it was stuffy and hot inside, and the door was closed. Who could resist it in the southern climate?

Maybe someone sent them water and food secretly, but maybe because of the Song-Fa battle, after entering the southeast coast, there were countless inspection ships and patrol ships. The passengers and crew were very nervous. The two sailors were busy for two days, and no one had ever approached the coal warehouse. In other words, for at least two days, the women in the coal warehouse that was as hot as hell had not been dripping water into their lips.

The two dead sailors probably discovered the secret in the coal bin, but when they went in, they just wanted to be happy and did not bring any food or water. This may be the cause of their death.

The reason for saying this is that the women hid in it for two days and had to complete the fruit, while the two sailors were obviously stripped naked by themselves; the end result was that the two sailors were beaten to death by the group of thirsty women.

Their bodies were densely packed with scratches and bites, and their necks were all bites - the other party was probably so thirsty that they wanted to drink blood. There was another one, and half of the words were bitten.

Two sailors should be able to survive against four hungry women, but the time they entered the coal silo was too bad. At that time, the storm happened to be observed, and the crew ran around to patrol to improve the safety of the storm. I don’t know who saw that the coal silo door was not plugged in, and they ran away directly from outside.

As a result, in that hellish storm, no one could get out of the hellish coal silo in the cabin. Some people came for lust and found themselves becoming fools who were thrown into the hungry snake group. Six people fought. Some were bitten to death, and some died exhausted. Even after two hours, everyone found the body, and the six people were still tightly tangled together.

Just as everyone was talking, Fu Renyong rushed up from under the deck. He was now shirtless, covered in black coal dou. As soon as he got on the deck, he shouted: "Mr. Kishida, please come here!"

Kishida Yinka was stunned and ran over immediately. Nobi Tadao next to her also followed.

In the captain's room under the deck, a group of people were watching a girl who was so angry on the bed. Kishida was startled and saw that the girl was covered in darkness and her hair was covered with coal chips. She lay there. There were circles of black cinders on the pillow. Looking from above, it was like a halo of black death emitting around her head. She was covered with a sheet of bed, and her face was rubbed by a few times, revealing some skin, but she had been in the coal bin for too long and could not get the original complexion.

The captain took the kettle off the girl's mouth, stood up and said to the opposite Kishida: "The only one who survived in the coal bin, she speaks Japanese. Please ask her what origins are. If you want to hurry, she will probably not live long."

Kishida Yinka calmed down and leaned over to speak to the girl in Japanese, then put her ears to the girl's stuttering mouth so that she could hear the thin sound as thin as a mosquito.

"What did she say?" the captain and others asked.

Kishida looked up and thought for a while, shook his head regretfully and said, "I can't hear clearly, it's not like Japanese, maybe Annan."

At this time, Fu Renyong also came into the room. He was holding a middle-aged man in a suit in his hand. Then the two of them pulled the captain over and whispered for a while. The captain immediately politely invited Kishida Kawanobi Tada to rest outside.

"Mr. Tang? He can speak Japanese. Don't trust us?" Kishida and Mr. Tang passed by, thinking in their hearts.

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Mr. Tang acted like Kishida, asking questions in Japanese, leaning over and listening to the girl's whisper.

"How is it? What did she say?" The group of people immediately asked anxiously when they saw him lifting up.

Mr. Tang raised his head and said, "She is from Shimahara, Nagasaki, Japan. She was taken on a boat by a man named Gooni. He asked them to hide in the coal warehouse. A Chinese sailor delivered them food and water. But not long ago, no one delivered food and water for two days. The cabin was too hot and everyone was going to die. At this time, the sailor came in with another person. There was no water, only humiliation. Because everyone was too thirsty, she killed them. She was too hungry to walk and lay in the coal pile until now."

"Human trafficker! Japanese bastard!" There was a lot of cursing in the cabin.

Fu Renyong snorted coldly: "That bastard Kishida is indeed unreliable!"

"So many people have died, sailors, captain, do you have a share, too?" Pastor Li asked by grabbing the captain's collar.

"It has nothing to do with me. If I participate, can they stay in the coal bin?" the captain begged for explanation.

"It's not the captain's business. This boat is making money for passports that turn a blind eye. We have always met each other." Fu Renhong came over to help the captain save the captain.

Then he shouted: "Smuggling people! So many people still die, I can't do anything. Gangyi is the guy who lives in Cabin No. 8! Catch him!"

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A few minutes later, under the gaze of the passengers, a group of crew members rushed into the No. 8 cabin, but a few dozen seconds later, the sailor rushed out and shouted, "That bastard ran away! He hid on the boat, and everyone screamed when they saw it."

The passenger actually didn't intend to intervene, but just responded with a loud bang and dodged around to see where his eyes were within reach.

On the other side, Kishida Yinka rushed towards Fu Ren and said, "Mr. Fu, are you sure this is a Japanese human trafficker?"

"Mr. Kishida is so Japanese. Is the language of my country an Annan?" Fu Renyong had already changed his clothes and saw the Japanese who had just tried to deceive everyone, he said angrily.

"I'm very sorry." Kishida Yinka actually immediately bowed to Fu Renyong with a standard tone, and her tone was full of sincerity.

"Oh." If you don't hit people with smiles, let alone businessmen, Fu Renyong's professional experience and cultivation make him unable to speak ill of him anymore. You can't beat him up.

Kishida Yinka straightened her waist and said, "Please forgive me, after all, I don't want to lose face to the Japanese."

"Sweeping face?" Fu Renyong was angry again. He pointed to the row of corpses on the deck that had been changed to straw mat and shouted: "That's your compatriots, five Japanese girls, who are going to be sold as sex slaves! They died miserably! You actually denied in person that she was not Japanese? Do you still have a conscience?"

Looking at Fu Renyong who turned around and held the railing of the ship, Kishida Yinka stepped forward and said patiently: "This is just an accident. We Japanese do not hate this kind of thing, nor will we discriminate against these girls. They will become Buddhas. If they start a business, write letters and send money home every month, their parents will feel at ease, and their neighbors will have good comments. The village chief heard that they came to get income tax. Not only did their husband's house, but their parents' house also became rich. Not only that, in the land and fields in Nanyang, anyone who builds a girl's house must build a grocery store. From Japan, the clerk will open the business independently and establish a company's foreign office. The husband of the girl's house does not want to be called a lover and runs a store. The number of land developers will increase rapidly in about a year. As a result, Japanese ships arrived and the place flourished..."

"Shut up! This is going to hell! Is your female compatriot betrayed your body, or is it honorable?"

"Go to hell?" Kishida Yinka pondered for a moment and said, "You must be talking about Christian hell. But how many years did this word come from China? It only swept across China in 1851, and it has only been thirty years since then. And you and I have a thousand years of history in the sales of spring, and there are the mighty Han Dynasty, the prosperity of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the overlord of Zhu Ming. So many people are going to hell? You said I have no conscience, but I don't think so. In Christianity, I have no conscience; in Chinese traditional culture and Yamato civilization, my conscience is great. There are different standards for conscience, and I don't think that the conscience of Christians who believe in the white standards is the only conscience."

"You are barbarians!" Fu Renyong roared, and many passengers on the boat looked here.

"No, it is the Christians who burn the fire of war around the world now, not the Japanese. The so-called barbarism is just a synonym for weakness. You see, these girls sell their bodies and send money back to Japan. This money will buy the most advanced Western warships, forge Japanese sabers, and maintain peace in East Asia. If one day, my great Japanese Empire will rise and lead the Asian people to defeat the Christian forces, wouldn't it mean that Christianity is barbarism, and buying and selling spring is civilization? These are different standards, just like whether you are swimming in a hot spring or in the sea." Kishida Yinka laughed.

"I like to respect women, I like to prohibit trafficking in humans. This Christian culture has been reflected in the laws of East Asian powers. Using your own culture and preferences as an excuse to despise others' culture and laws, is your standard God?" Fu Renyong looked at Kishida Yinka with contempt and continued to choke. At this moment, there was a huge uproar on the deck.

I saw a man rolling into the ship, and it was Japanese human trafficker Ihei Muraoka.

Just now, he was hiding under the rain cloth of the lifesaving compartment and was discovered by a sharp-eyed passenger. He had no choice but to escape to the upper floor of the ship. The sailors held sticks and rushed forward. The sailors behind him were holding a rifle and shouting at the command. The passengers all surrounded him and looked around.

The sailors surrounded and blocked the two ends of the way. The Japanese ran around like rats running around, and finally sat on the deck with no choice.

Just as he was about to catch this guy, a strange shout sounded suddenly. Four people dressed in Qing Dynasty short jackets rushed up from the bottom cabin, holding a Japanese knife in their hands, and the ones shouting in their mouths were also Japanese. The first knife hit the sailor commanding at the end and snatched the rifle; the sailor holding a stick in his hand ran away under the light of the other party's sword, and in the blink of an eye, Iheiji Muraoka was in the middle.
Chapter completed!