NOVEL NEXT Chapter 590 Escape
The first mate also turned into a monster!
A monster like that devil's corpse!
At this moment, the first mate, who was half a beat too slow to react, finally aimed at the uninvited guest who was interrupting his meal. He opened his big mouth covered in transparent mucus and poked out seven or eight underdeveloped arm tentacles.
"Roar--"
At the same time, Paul finally took off the key from the opponent's waist.
Ding-ding-ding-ding.
"Quick!" Paul pushed the first mate away with force, got up and rushed towards the door in a hurry.
Such a movement finally shocked all the diners in the hall. Like sharks smelling the smell of blood, they rushed towards the door in a crowd.
Snapped!
John, who was guarding the door, slapped the switch off, immediately plunging the fully enclosed canteen into darkness.
Taking this opportunity, Paul was also pulled out of the door by his companions who came to rescue him.
"John!" Paul yelled over his shoulder.
"coming!"
After the skinny John squeezed out, Paul used an iron rock to slam the door shut.
Bang!
The door closed tightly. Although it could not be locked, the mutated monsters inside did not seem to have enough intelligence to turn the door handle.
Boom! Plop! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The banging sounds continued, but the door didn't move at all.
Everyone then collapsed on the ground as if their spines had been pulled out, greedily breathing every breath of air in each other's frightened eyes.
"Haaah! Haaaaah, haa".
The fear of hindsight made the workers' hands and feet weak and unable to even stand up. They could only help each other away from the canteen.
Boom! Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang
The noise behind him became more and more frightening.
John inadvertently glanced back and saw that several twisted and swollen faces had been firmly sucked into the upper glass auxiliary window of the iron door, almost squeezed into meat pies. Only a few slippery arms and legs at the edges were still stubborn. It squirmed and covered the window sill with turbid mucus.
"Ugh!" John couldn't help but retched.
"Don't look back!" Paul, who looked equally pale, desperately helped his companion to the exit of the aisle.
"They can't get out!"
Before he finished speaking, a crisp sound was heard behind the workers themselves.
Snapped! Blah blah blah blah
Paul's heart almost stopped when he saw the broken glass on the ground. His face was bruised as if someone had strangled his throat. He could only grit his teeth and scream,
"Run!"
call out--
The rapid sound of breaking through the air was mixed in the noise and no one cared about it.
But when Paul took a big step forward, he was suddenly held back by the burden hanging on his body.
"Let's go!"
He lowered his head and yelled at John, and then his desperate eyes met.
Paul realized something and looked behind him.
A flesh-pink arm and foot that looked like a tongue were tightly wrapped around John's ankles, and looking towards the source, he saw a nightmare-like ferocious face peeking out from the broken window.
"Uh-huh, eh, uh-huh." The other person's fat face was struggling with the window sill, and his disgusting rotten mouth kept spitting out fleshy tongue tentacles, one of which was wrapped around John's arm and foot.
Not the first mate or which one?
"Uh!" Paul desperately tried to tear off the arm that was wrapped around John.
"Ah! Ah! Uh-huh."
But whether it is an iron rod or a fish knife, as soon as it touches the greasy layer of mucus on the surface of the wrist and foot, it will lose its force and slip, making it completely ineffective.
"Let's go." John grabbed Paul's sleeves hard and said,
"you go first!"
Paul was breathing heavily, almost bulging his eyes out of his sockets. Everything he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get out or go back.
"Let's go!" John pushed Paul out with a cry, but the latter ran into the arms of a bunch of people.
When he turned around, his companions who were walking in front rushed back one by one, trembling.
Their eyes met, and everything was unspoken.
Without saying a word, Paul grabbed more fish knives from his companions, and together with everyone else, he chopped into the fleshy tongue like crazy.
The remaining workers held John's hands and feet and dragged them outwards, trying their best to tighten and lengthen the tongue and make it thinner.
The effect was still very little, and a second and third tentacle even popped out of the first mate's mouth, entangling John and one other person.
"Cut it quickly!" the trapped person howled desperately,
"He, he, he, he is coming out soon!"
As if he understood the wailing, the first mate, who was still trying to squeeze out of the broken window, grinned wider and wider, like a grin that was out of shape.
Click! Click!
"What are you doing!" The technician who had fled for a long time finally came back.
"Go and move the life raft!"
The workers were too tired to speak, but the technicians were not fools and could see the situation clearly with just a few glances.
"You are crazy!" The technician pointed at the two unlucky guys who were entangled.
"They are finished! Are you going to get yourself involved too?!"
"Didn't you see it?"
"Those monsters, they will eat us all like sashimi!".
No one had time to talk to him, causing the technician to stand awkwardly and adjust his glasses, and had to help catch the unlucky ones.
He seemed to be moved by the camaraderie of the workers and rushed to the front next to Paul, regardless of whether he might be accidentally injured.
The axemen continued their futile efforts until the floor was riddled with holes and the first mate squeezed out half of his swollen head.
"Ugh, vomit, vomit!" It proudly spat out a large amount of mucus, splashing on the nearest Paul like a fountain.
Paul resisted the discomfort and stretched out his hand to wipe it away, but suddenly stopped shaking his head and stared straight at the first mate's head that "grown" from the door.
A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind in an instant.
Paul ignored the dissuasion of his companions and walked toward the first mate like a man possessed.
"Oh oh oh!" The first mate became even more excited and tried to spit out another mouthful of mucus.
But before it could finish accumulating power, Paul's blade had already been swung forward.
Just a few seconds ago, he finally discovered the fact that he had ignored - the only part of the first mate's body that was not covered with mucus was probably the swollen face that still maintained human features.
And this half of the face is hanging by the window like a fruit that is in urgent need of harvest.
As the knife fell from his hand, the first mate's strange roar was quickly distorted into a painful tone.
"Ahh! Ahhh, hey! Ah! Yooooooo~ Hufufu——".
Paul, who was near the window, tried to lower his head, closed his eyes tightly, and didn't look at anything. He just let the noise bombard his ears, and let the thick and smelly juice pour down on him, covering his body and face, and even making it difficult to breathe. difficulty.
Swing, cut, saw, chop, harder and harder.
Until Paul thought he was about to drown like this, the resistance on his hand suddenly lightened up, and then something cold, soft and heavy hit his shoulder and rolled to the ground.
Become!
Not caring or daring to see clearly, Paul lowered his head to cover his eyes and nose and wiped it vigorously. He turned around and was firmly caught by his companion.
"Have you cut it off?" Paul still couldn't open his eyes.
"Break it! Run!" his companion shouted in his ear.
So Paul just kicked his legs and ran with a blushing face with the support of his companions. But not long after, he was suddenly grabbed by the people around him.
"What's wrong!" Paul had only wiped away the pus around his eyes until now, but when he raised his head,
"Run." He almost hit the closed door in front of him.
squeak. squeak squeak.
The workers grabbed the door handle and pulled hard, but to no avail.
"The door is locked!" The companions looked at Paul in horror,
"Key, where's the key!"
key!
Paul hurriedly reached for his waist, but found nothing.
Feeling cold in his heart, he hurriedly lifted up the hem of his clothes and started flipping them around in a hurry. Even other people were helping to search him.
But just when it was most needed, the key that had been a burden all the way started to play hide and seek.
"No, no way." Paul murmured,
"On the ground."
He quickly turned back and lay down on the ground to search carefully.
"It must have fallen to the ground!"
The companions who couldn't wait had already started banging on the door, even holding fish knives and iron rods in their hands to greet him.
A large hole was quickly removed from the weak wooden door, but when the excited workers tried to knock on the door again, they felt even greater resistance.
"There's something blocking the door!" someone shouted, and then someone saw through the crack in the door who was causing trouble.
"It's him!"
"That technician! He's moving something to block the door!"
Paul was horrified when he heard this. He jumped up from the ground and realized that
The technician actually ran away at some point!
And key.key
Paul finally figured out why the technician had just pressed so close to him.
"He stole the key!" Paul rushed to the door angrily and slapped it hard.
"Let us go out!"
"Are you crazy?!"
"Open the door quickly!".
But no matter how crazy the workers were, yelling, cursing, begging, and crying, the technicians just across the door just silently moved all kinds of debris in to block the narrow aisle.
"devil!"
"Just wait! You will go to hell!".
The technician, who was so tired that he couldn't straighten up, raised his head, made eye contact with Paul who was in the crack of the door, sneered twice without saying a word, and then turned around and left without hesitation.
Let you out. Hahaha. I'm not as stupid as you!
The workers don't know the inside story, but the technicians know it very well. In order to save costs, the unscrupulous company, let alone buying life rafts, even falsely reports on the equipment maintenance in the main control room on paper. How can it be willing to do so? Spend money to implement it?
The technician estimated that the only thing left in the warehouse was an old-fashioned kayak used for inspections, which could only hold three or five people.
How could it possibly squeeze in a dozen workers?
When the time comes, it will be me, the outsider, who is forced to stay!
The technician thought so, while holding the stolen key chain in his hand, he quickly accelerated his pace to the stern of the ship.
Bang!
Boom!
Click, click, click!
Half of the door panel was completely split open, but it was firmly held up by the cabinet lying against the wall behind the door, like a door bolt locking the workers in.
Paul, whose arms were so sore, handed the iron rod to the replacement, then turned around in despair, watching the cafeteria door being knocked looser and looser.
Monsters were trapped in the cafeteria, and they were trapped in the hallways.
There is no fairness in this escape game - the monsters with great strength almost knock the entire iron door out of the frame.
On the other hand, on the workers' side, the constant roaring behind them was taking away their strength bit by bit.
So the result is obvious.
The iron door of the cafeteria finally let out an unbearable whine, and then the whole door was knocked away. The large, sticky and indescribable monster that followed behind the door rushed out like an exploding excrement truck.
"Oh God!" The workers huddled together with ashen faces.
The turning point often lies in the details that are ignored by everyone, such as the technician who unexpectedly came to help, or the plywood floor that had been chopped to pieces by everyone long ago.
So when the giant monster that merged into one ferociously waved its arms and legs and sank to the ground, it was natural that it completely crushed the floor.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, click, click, click, click, click
The wooden planks shattered and fell, causing the ground to collapse, opening an exaggeratedly large hole.
The disgusting monster immediately fell into the big hole and completely disappeared from the workers' sight in the blink of an eye.
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Everyone looked at each other.
suddenly.
Whoosh whoosh—
Several thick tentacles shot out from the hole, firmly gripping the remaining floor.
The workers mustered up the courage to step forward and knock it down.
But before they could take action, more arms and legs came up. The sharply increased pressure overwhelmed the ground, and it soon cracked and shattered until there was no longer any foothold.
Click, click, click, click.
The entire walkway finally collapsed completely, and the workers standing on it fell into the lower space.
After the bumpy ride.
Paul endured the severe pain in his bones and raised his upper body in the darkness.
He quickly adapted to the dark environment and recognized the faint cold light coming from the gaps in the distance.
That's the direction of the cold storage.
In the lower cabin, no one is more friendly than the workers who have lived here for a long time.
"Ouch." There was a groan of pain from beside him, and Paul shouted quickly,
"who is it?"
"John?"
"Tijuano? Joe? Hardy?".
There was no response, only the moans gradually became quieter.
Paul had no choice but to crawl towards the source of the sound and dig through the ruins of broken boards with his bare hands.
The sharp wooden thorns cut through his fingers and hurt Paul, but the moans so close at hand made him dare not rest for a moment.
He quickly noticed a texture different from broken wood from his fingertips.
After careful cleaning, Paul dug out most of the rough palm that was buried deep inside.
As soon as Paul took hold of it, his wrist was tightly clasped with five fingers.
"Hold on to me!" Paul's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the other person's hand and pulled it out with all his strength.
"Rise up and come out"
puff!
rustle rustle
There was a sudden light on Paul's hand, and his body suddenly leaned back due to inertia, and he was about to fall.
"Uh!"
Fortunately, he reacted in time and stretched his back foot to prevent it from rolling to the ground.
You can take a closer look.
Is the hand pulled out? !
What he holds in his hand is just half of a broken arm!
Paul quickly threw his arm away and went up to search.
But at this moment.
The arm that looked just like a normal person suddenly opened numerous gaps, and several tentacles shot out from it at lightning speed! (End of chapter)