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25006 Chapter 26 – Reasoning

The clouds give birth to the sea tower; the sea tower refers to the mirage. After being called by the salty nickname Zhang Haiyan, he is very grateful; otherwise, life would be like a mirage, unlikely to unfold as he wishes.

As Zhang Haiyan stepped out, the sun was bright outside, and some children were already playing on the deck. He walked down the corridor and could see the vast ocean outside. The sunlight reflected in such a way that it was hard to look directly at it. From the corridor, he could see the deck from yesterday. If those “corpses” hadn’t been thrown into the water, they should have been seen by the guests passing through the corridor by now; their plans had already begun. The deck before him was empty, with only some stains resembling blood, which, from this height, looked like rust and was not very noticeable.

He felt in high spirits, facing the sea breeze, and organized his thoughts.

Regarding whether He Jianxi could keep an eye on Steven, he had no confidence at all. Steven was a shrewd person, and He Jianxi was definitely not his match. However, he believed that He Jianxi could hold on for an hour; that was all he needed.

What concerned him the most was that woman.

During yesterday’s eavesdropping, the other party mentioned a causal relationship: if someone hadn’t spread the Five Dou Disease in Nanyang, Miss Dong would not have appeared.

This meant that this plague was merely to draw out this woman?

The preliminary estimate of deaths from the Nanyang plague was already in the thousands. If it was only to draw out this woman, then what was her identity?

The second question was, why use a plague to lure out that woman? Was she a doctor? A person who wanted to see corpses? Or a plague enthusiast?

The third question was about the woman after boarding the ship; she had someone named Hualna protecting her, which meant that she anticipated encountering a killer during her visit. So, can it be said that this woman thought the plague was problematic, seemingly spread to attract her? Yet, she still came.

This was a woman so grand and confident that others were willing to spread a plague to kill thousands just to draw her out.

Miss Dong from Xiamen, with such determination, not to mention Zhang Haiyan was aware of how hard it was to obtain information about the plague and where it came from. By this calculation, Miss Dong should not be human at all. He had to meet her.

Of course, after observing the terrain, Zhang Haiyan recalled Zhang Haixia’s words and did not act rashly.

He wandered around the first-class area, and in the waiting area of the restaurant, he saw a model of the South An ship, with the design drawings of the South An ship on the wall behind the model. He paused to take a closer look and noticed that the first-class and second-class cabins shared a post office. Below the deck on the second level was a small room where guests could send telegrams through this post office.

The second-class and third-class cabins shared a fire escape, located at the very bottom of the ship. The principle was that rainwater and seawater would inevitably enter the ship; through the ship’s drainage system, some would be directly discharged into the sea, but some would gradually accumulate at the bottom of the ship. This water would be used for firefighting.

He arrived outside room 345 on the third floor of the first-class cabin, which was originally his room. However, he did not go to collect the key. He glanced at his ticket, cleared his throat, and called out to a passing waiter nearby.

“After my friend boarded the ship, he stayed in my room and didn’t go back to sleep, forgetting to take his key. This is his invitation letter. Could you please hand me the key? I will pass it on to him.”

The waiter looked at the invitation letter. This was certainly against the rules, but it was clear that Steven had a special status on the ship. After some thought, he said, “According to the rules, the other party should come to collect it in person. However, Miss Dong said to meet all the needs of Mr. Warner’s friends, so I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. I’ll wait for you here.” Zhang Haiyan nodded, and the waiter quickly jogged away, returning shortly with the key.

Zhang Haiyan calculated in his mind that the key room was located at the bow of the ship, requiring a descent via the deck’s ladder down to the crew’s quarters, specifically to the middle room in that area. It would take about 10 minutes for the waiter to run there and back.

If he were Miss Dong, understanding the need for protection, she would definitely choose to stay in a first-class cabin on the fourth level, which is the top level.

Comparatively, if it took ten minutes to get to the key room, then the distance from the third level to the fourth level should only take a maximum of three minutes. The third floor could be accessed freely, but those assassins could not breach the final three minutes to reach the fourth level, could they?

Why?

He lifted his leg and headed towards the fourth floor. If he were Steven, no matter what guards were there, they should not stop him.

He arrived at the staircase entrance of the fourth floor with no guards in sight. He turned to look around and immediately identified which room belonged to Miss Dong, as there were over twenty American guards standing at the door, holding submachine guns. They were all resting with their eyes closed, clearly skilled.

He walked towards those guards, and someone immediately raised their gun, saying, “Steven, answer the question: Why did the father of the White Swan disappear after crossing the Mississippi?”

Zhang Haiyan was taken aback for a moment, and the other party continued, “You must answer directly, or I’m afraid it will be bad for you!” With that, he pulled back the gun’s bolt. “Three, two, one.”

25005 Chapter 25 – The Flying Mirror Under the Moon, The Cloud-Born Sea Tower

The painting from that day remained vivid in Zhang Haiyan’s memory. Beside the songbird was a giant snake, its eyes fixed hungrily on its prey, seemingly ready to swallow it whole.

His godmother had seen countless people, and her words carried weight; in his memory, she had never misjudged anyone’s nature. However, she never explained her insights, often expressing them only as imagery, claiming that reasoning with people was always futile.

Yet the hidden meaning in that painting constantly flashed through his mind at various stages of his life. The most profound moment came when he realized that Zhang Haixia could no longer stand. Was the songbird Zhang Haixia? He often wondered if his godmother had foreseen that day, when his character would harm those around him, even if that person had the voice of a virtuoso and could soar. With just a hint of negligence, they could perish by his hand.

If Zhang Haiyan had spent less time joking around with Zhang Haixia and more time being sincere, perhaps he wouldn’t feel so anxious. After all, Zhang Haixia understood the metaphors of life better than he did. He could have told Zhang Haiyan that the experiences one undergoes plant seeds in the heart, and the unbearable pains of Zhang Haiyan’s childhood had evolved into the bizarre logic of his actions today, along with the hellish scenes he had witnessed. Beyond the suffering, various desires lurked within, enticing him from within.

It would be a long time before Zhang Haiyan understood that he would eventually have to confront the snake in his heart. It would also take him a long time to realize that He Jianxi lying beside him felt like being in a snake’s den, instilling a sense of dread.

This moment of awakening was crucial for both Zhang Haiyan and He Jianxi. After He Jianxi woke up, he felt completely weak and achy, even the act of breathing seemed to fill his lungs with the taste of blood. Fortunately, his character was resilient, and after regaining his composure, his three souls and seven spirits returned to their rightful place.

Zhang Haiyan had already gotten up and was reading the newspaper by the window. A crack in the curtains allowed the morning sunlight to stream in, illuminating the foreigner he had knocked out the night before. The man still lay unconscious, looking as if he were dead.

He Jianxi felt a sense of relief; upon waking, he seemed not to have seen anything too out of the ordinary. He tried to recall the events leading up to this moment. The illegal liquor trade had been legalized, he had lost his job, received severance pay, and planned to go to San Francisco to find his cousin. He had bought a ticket for the “Baon” ship and then slipped and fell while trying to go to the restroom.

Hmm, after that, he couldn’t remember anything at all. He really shouldn’t have gone to that restroom.

Zhang Haiyan, noticing the change in He Jianxi’s breathing, knew he was awake. He put down the newspaper and looked at him, and He Jianxi froze for a moment.

He realized that the face Zhang Haiyan turned towards him was not Zhang Haiyan’s face but that of a foreigner.

He looked again at the foreigner, Steven, who was tied up there.

He Jianxi paused for a moment, carefully considering, glancing between the two faces, and confirmed: Zhang Haiyan was gone, and there were two identical foreigners in the room.

For a moment, he couldn’t tell which was more absurd: waking up to find himself in a bathtub with two naked men or waking up to find two identical foreigners in the room. But he was certain of one thing: he couldn’t close his eyes. If he did, and then opened them again, his worldview would collapse once more.

“What is your name?” the foreigner reading the newspaper on the sofa asked him in fluent Chinese, his voice the same as that of the plague god from before.

Ah, the grand logic hasn’t collapsed; it’s still the work of that plague god. He Jianxi let out a sigh of relief.

Can this plague god transform into anyone at will? That would be acceptable; it’s easier to accept than the ghostly twins.

“My name is He Jianxi, which means ‘He who will share the candlelight by the West Window.'” He Jianxi once again proved himself to be a resolute person. He sat up and decided to accept everything so that he could get back on track.

Seeing He Jianxi looking at his face, Zhang Haiyan explained, “This is magic, don’t worry. My name is Zhang Hailou, but you can call me Zhang Haiyan. ‘Moonlight Flying Mirror, Clouds Forming Sea Tower’—that’s how the Malays pronounce my name.” Zhang Haiyan stood up and said, “Since we’ve met, I believe you already know what I do. Bringing you here was not my intention, but I had no choice. Now, if you want to safely disembark and head to San Francisco, I need your cooperation.”

He Jianxi silently stared at Zhang Haiyan without responding. He guessed that Zhang Haiyan didn’t really care whether he agreed; he was just speaking for his own amusement, and if He Jianxi didn’t comply, he would likely be thrown into the sea.

Sure enough, Zhang Haiyan immediately began issuing orders: “First, what I need you to do is keep an eye on this person. Here’s a knife. If he tries to escape, you must stab him from this position. Remember, it has to go in straight from this spot and to this depth. I’ve marked it for you; it has to be this deep to pierce the heart, and he will die immediately.”

Steven’s eyelids twitched.

He Jianxi was dumbfounded. Zhang Haiyan looked at him and said, “You need to remember one thing: if you don’t kill him and he regains his freedom, he will definitely kill you. I need to walk around the ship for a bit. Do you remember the pirates from last night? We need to eliminate the threat to the people, remember?” With that, Zhang Haiyan slashed Steven’s calf with a knife, causing Steven to open his eyes in pain and struggle for a moment. Zhang Haiyan ignored him and continued speaking to He Jianxi, “Also, he’s been awake for a while; he’s just been pretending to be asleep. Make sure to keep your distance.”

25004 Chapter 24 – Too Tired to Write Properly

He Jianxi often reflected on his own philosophy of life. Over the years, he felt he had lived up to both heaven and earth. Although the world was filled with disappointments and injustices, the small realm in his heart had never been invaded or shaken. Moreover, his greatest confidence throughout this journey was that he had never encountered a villain who could do anything worse than he had anticipated. Therefore, this world could not scare him.

However, this confidence was finally shattered at this moment. Ever since he met Zhang Haiyan, a series of illogical events unfolded, none of which he had foreseen. The developments became increasingly absurd, and he no longer knew what he would see when he opened his eyes next.

The overwhelming feelings of grievance and fear caused He Jianxi to cry, not in loud sobs, but in a low, terrified whimper.

Zhang Haiyan was also exhausted, collapsing into the bathtub. After a moment, he slowly stood up and turned on the hot water, the sound of the water masking He Jianxi’s sobs. He stepped out, grabbed a clean towel from the side, and dried himself off.

Steven’s dinner remained untouched by the sofa—red beet soup and bread. Zhang Haiyan dipped the bread into the soup and took a few bites. After some thought, he finished the entire bowl of soup, leaving only two pieces of bread for He Jianxi. After a moment’s consideration, he ate another piece, leaving just one.

Next, he dragged Steven out of the bathtub, tore off his towel, tied him to a chair, and stuffed a cloth in his mouth. While an ordinary person might be able to spit out the cloth, Zhang Haiyan was very experienced; he pressed the cloth firmly against Steven’s throat and tongue, then used the towel to bind it tightly, so Steven could only make a sound like a mosquito.

He Jianxi silently watched all of this, and as the water was about to overflow, he turned off the faucet and remained seated in a daze.

Zhang Haiyan walked over, tossed Steven’s pants to He Jianxi, and then moved to the edge of the window against the wall. Outside was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. The group of assassins would definitely not dare to come to first class, and at this moment, they should have already realized that their trap had been thrown into the sea and were likely in chaos.

Zhang Haiyan closed the window, turned off the lights, tied the lamp’s cord around the window handle, and propped a chair against the door.

He Jianxi had just put on his pants when he saw the towel. Silently, he took off his shirt, wrung it out, and set it aside. He used the towel to dry his body, but Zhang Haiyan suddenly pinched the back of his neck, knocking him out instantly. Zhang Haiyan caught him and tossed him onto the bed, then wrapped himself in a bathrobe and lay down.

The spring mattress—oh my goodness! Zhang Haiyan listened to the sound of the waves and thought that the previous day and night felt like a dream. It was only at this moment that things were as they were supposed to be.

Zhang Haiyan, oh Zhang Haiyan, rescuing you is truly hard work.

He slowly drifted into sleep, and in his dreams, he returned to his childhood in Xiamen, learning the basics of mask-making and disguise, which was painting.

“Zhang Hailou, what are you drawing?”
“Godmother, this is a painted finch. I drew it for you.”
“What do you want to draw a finch for?”
“Because it looks nice?”
“Zhang Haixia, what’s wrong with your eyebrows?”
“Zhang Hailou drew them for me.”
“Godmother, of course, if you’re drawing a finch, you need to draw its eyebrows. I’m just practicing with its eyebrows.”

“Zhang Haixia, go wash your eyebrows.”

Zhang Haixia responded with an “oh,” turned around, and went to wash his face. His godmother quickly drew a huge snake next to the eyebrow bird.

Zhang Haiyan asked, “What is this?”

His godmother said, “This is your true self. You need to overcome your true self.”

***

Very tired, I’ll take a nap first.

25003 Chapter 23 – Three People in a Jar

The ship had already sailed out of the offshore inner sea connection line, and this cargo area was almost closed off. No one would think that someone would climb up from the sea. Zhang Haiyan also never expected that those corpses were actually fake, all assassins who had taken a death-simulating drug.

It was pitiful for the dozen or so wronged souls, all of whom were determined fighters. They probably didn’t even have time to wake up before they drowned. Zhang Haiyan sighed inwardly; he couldn’t figure out the relationship on this ship, whether that woman or this group of assassins was good or bad. A dozen people had already drowned on one side, and it seemed that the best situation was to side with that woman; otherwise, it would be a dire situation.

However, pretending to be dead to kill was not a commendable tactic in the assassin world, as killing should be straightforward and direct. Their method now was equivalent to putting on a grand performance, which did not adhere to the principles, but they seemed quite professional at it. There was only one possibility: killing this person using conventional methods was too difficult to succeed.

From their conversation, it was clear that the woman they were trying to kill was giving them a huge headache, to the extent that they found it hard to even meet her. The dialogue in the cargo hold continued, and Zhang Haiyan cautiously found a corner to crouch down, planning to put He Jianxi down to continue eavesdropping, only to discover that He Jianxi had actually fallen asleep.

He Jianxi looked like a woman while sleeping, with particularly long eyelashes. Zhang Haiyan thought he must be exhausted, checked his pulse, and found he was alive, which made him sigh inwardly.

A mortal.

He continued to eavesdrop and heard another person say, “How can you be sure that woman will personally check? We’ve boarded from various places, and she hasn’t left her room for so long. Don’t you think she must have sensed something?”

“That’s just her personality. Don’t you understand? And look, that American named Warner is escorting her on board, and there’s a submachine gun team patrolling outside her room. She must have anticipated the risks at sea and made extensive preparations. She’s not leaving her cabin just because she’s cautious; that Warner is probably her lover. This woman is very good at enchanting men and has no shortage of manpower around her,” the first voice said.

“Speaking of which, what’s the background of that Warner? You two should think of a way to probe into it.”

A girl’s voice responded, “Why do we need to know so much? As long as we can kill her, that’s all that matters. You’ve been chasing her for four years, and she’s been unharmed all along. How many of you came out, and how many are left now? Don’t you think she can guess your moves? My point is, your method still won’t work. Those fake dead bodies outside will eventually become real dead bodies.”

Zhang Haiyan covered his forehead, thinking, “Girl, there’s no need to wait; they should already be completely dead by now.”

The initial voice grew somewhat displeased: “Young lady, if it weren’t for us spreading the Five Dou Disease in the South Seas, you wouldn’t even see a shadow of Miss Dong now. Saying this is a bit like burning bridges after crossing them, isn’t it? Our two sides agreed on mutual benefit; even if you want to say something unpleasant, you should swallow it down.”

Zhang Haiyan suddenly jolted. What did he just hear? Plague? Efforts don’t betray the diligent; indeed, this group of people was related to the plague. He immediately listened carefully, fearing he might miss a single word.

It’s better to be lucky than to be early. Perhaps it was because the girl spoke disrespectfully that the cargo hold suddenly fell into silence. This silence made the cargo hold particularly quiet, so quiet that it was frightening.

Zhang Haiyan focused his mind, fearing that if the environment fell silent, his breathing would be heard. As soon as everything quieted down, he suddenly heard a loud snort behind him: “Hoo~lu, hoo~lu.”

Zhang Haiyan turned around in surprise and saw He Jianxi with his mouth wide open, snoring.

“Damn it!” Zhang Haiyan felt a chill in his heart and immediately stopped hearing any whistling. Just as he was puzzled, he noticed that everyone was very tacitly encircling them.

In the darkness, it was hard to see clearly. Zhang Haiyan picked up He Jianxi and began to run wildly towards the exit.

He was not far from the cargo opening and instantly dashed out. Almost at the moment he jumped onto the spiral staircase, he caught a glimpse of a masked girl who had followed them.

It was the one with slightly shorter hair, holding a sharp spike in one hand, which she aimed directly at Zhang Haiyan’s butt. Zhang Haiyan quickly let go of He Jianxi, who landed directly on the girl’s face. The girl’s view was obstructed by He Jianxi’s bottom, missing the target, and the spike struck the spiral staircase, sending sparks flying.

The girl, furious and embarrassed, Zhang Haiyan quickly grabbed He Jianxi by the neck and pulled him back. The girl began to stab wildly in front of her, hitting He Jianxi’s pant leg.

The girl immediately twisted the spike, directly snagging his pants. Zhang Haiyan pulled up on He Jianxi’s neck while the girl pulled down on his pant leg, making He Jianxi’s entire body tense up. In a moment of desperation, Zhang Haiyan quickly unbuckled He Jianxi’s belt, and the pants were torn off. The belt was about to be pulled off along with the pants.

Zhang Haiyan stepped forward and grabbed the belt, pulling He Jianxi out directly, causing the girl to fall over. Zhang Haiyan then carried the bare-bottomed He Jianxi and dashed up to the deck. Without looking back, he leaped onto the outer wall of the first-class cabin, climbing up layer by layer like a monkey.

There were balconies on both sides.

His room was 345, which should be on the third floor, right? But where was the third floor? He couldn’t care less.

Zhang Haiyan randomly picked a balcony that looked good and climbed in. The balcony was still lit; as he rolled into the room, he saw Steven coming out of the bathroom, completely naked and shaving.

What a coincidence! Zhang Haiyan looked around and realized this was Steven’s room, no wonder the balcony looked so familiar. He had actually come back.

The two were stunned. Steven looked at a shirtless man carrying another man who was naked from the waist down, standing in front of his completely naked self.

“You!”

Before Steven could shout, Zhang Haiyan tossed He Jianxi over. Although He Jianxi wasn’t heavy, this way of throwing him still knocked Steven back into the bathtub.

Steven was very strong; he looked refined but had great strength and almost immediately stood up. Without warning, Zhang Haiyan rushed over and pushed him back into the bathtub again. All three of them fell into the bathtub, and Zhang Haiyan’s head collided with Steven’s forehead, knocking him out cold.

Everything happened too quickly. At this moment, He Jianxi seemed to have regained some clarity and saw three men, including himself, squeezed into a bathtub filled with bubbles. He didn’t say a word, and his eyes turned red.

25002 Chapter 22 – Ill-fitting Clothes

Zhang Haiyan looked at the newly thrown corpse; it still had warmth, as if it had just died not long ago. Very professional. However, one thing immediately struck Zhang Haiyan as odd: the crew uniform on this corpse did not fit.

Zhang Haiyan tugged at the sleeve of the corpse and realized that this uniform definitely did not belong to the body; it had been forcibly put on. Why? Were they treating the corpse like a doll?

Zhang Haiyan checked the other bodies and found the same situation. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. He muttered to himself, “These people are not crew members.” He Chenxi was still vomiting and hadn’t heard him. Zhang Haiyan thought to himself that these corpses were passengers, not crew members, but he didn’t understand why the killers had dressed them in crew uniforms before dumping them here.

What was going on? Zhang Haiyan listened carefully to the sounds inside the ship; there was music and noise, seemingly completely normal, with lights shining everywhere. Yet, in front of him lay a pile of corpses. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood why they hadn’t thrown the bodies overboard: they were still in the current, which would wash everything back to the beach at the port. If they threw the bodies into the sea now and someone discovered they were from the South An, they would send a telegram to the ship, and the people on board would become alert.

This was a big operation; they had killed so many passengers. The audacity to leave the bodies on deck indicated that these people were very confident that no one would discover them in a short time. Were they robbing one by one in first class? Or was it something else?

While he was thinking, two more people came over dragging a corpse, and this time it wasn’t a little girl. Zhang Haiyan quickly pulled He Chenxi back into the pile of corpses to hide. The two men set the body down and immediately turned to leave. One of them stepped on He Chenxi’s vomit, but the deck was too dark for him to realize what he had stepped on.

Zhang Haiyan stood up again, and He Chenxi got up and vomited once more. This time, there was nothing but bile. Zhang Haiyan thought for a moment and decided that regardless of the reason, he would first disrupt their plans. He directly picked up a corpse and threw it into the sea.

He Chenxi looked at him in shock as he helped someone dispose of a body, wondering if this was the virtue of a fellow traveler. But he didn’t question it; he had grown numb to Zhang Haiyan’s strange behavior.

After throwing the body overboard, Zhang Haiyan picked up He Chenxi and followed the footprints of the vomit. He was hungry, cold, tired, and exhausted, but there was no other choice. After tonight, even if he let him investigate, he wouldn’t know who was transporting the bodies. Moreover, he was filled with curiosity about what was happening. Was the ship really this lively? He wanted to know.

The following story requires a good understanding of the ship’s structure. It’s hard to explain the ship’s layout clearly, but one can imagine it as a smaller Titanic. There was a building on the deck with a large smokestack, filled with high-end cabins, restaurants, and ballrooms. The best cabins were on both sides, with balconies that offered views of the sea. Below the deck of first class, there were swimming pools and restaurants, meaning the entire midsection of the ship was designated for first-class areas, which had dedicated cargo holds and passageways also located in the midsection, not at the bow of the ship.

What is the bow of the ship? The bow is the open activity area of the third class, so there is no direct passage between the bow deck and the first class area. Of course, you could climb over the walls from the bow to reach the first class area, but that’s not a structural issue.

Although the bow is an open platform for third class passengers, it is now piled high with cargo. This means that the SS Southampton has occupied the open activity platform of the third class to transport overloaded goods.

Zhang Haiyan and the others are located in the third class open area at the bow deck, which is filled with cargo. The people transporting the corpses use the spiral staircase, which is a vertical ladder that leads to the bottom of the ship; there is one on each side of the deck. Descending the spiral staircase leads to the space beneath the deck, which is where the true nature of this ship lies. The second class has rooms for four people, while the third class consists of various large dormitories. The boiler room and cargo holds are located beneath the deck.

You can understand how much dirt lies hidden beneath the luxurious facade above the deck. The first two levels of the spiral staircase are for the third class and the crew’s quarters, but the corridor doors of the third class are all locked. This means that the spiral staircase cannot be accessed by third class passengers, and they cannot use this staircase either. Below that are two levels of cargo holds, and the very bottom is the fire escape and pipe layer. Following the damp, foul-smelling footprints, Zhang Haiyan arrived at one of the cargo holds.

There were no lights in the cargo hold; it was pitch black. Before entering, Zhang Haiyan understood what was going on. The open deck at the bow was not accessible to third class passengers due to the piled-up cargo, so all the spiral staircase doors leading to the open deck were locked. This way, the entire cargo area was closed off to anyone except the staff, unless a first class passenger fell to their death on the bow deck.

This area is sealed off. As he crept into the pitch-black cargo hold, he heard someone inside saying: “The bodies have been laid out, with fake wounds, and the clothes have been changed. At dawn, the lookout will see the bodies and report them to the ship and that woman. That woman will definitely check the bodies; our people are pretending to be dead and have taken a drug to induce a fake death. They won’t wake up until they reach the morgue, but as soon as they are moved, the device in their stomachs will activate, releasing the antidote slowly. After an hour, they will all wake up, and when that woman enters the morgue, that will be her time of death.”

Zhang Haiyan thought about it and sensed something was wrong. After a moment, he suddenly wore a terrible expression. Those people were not corpses; they were fake-dead assassins, meant to kill that woman.

It’s—it’s over! They’ve all been thrown into the sea!

25001 Chapter 21 – A Little Bit

Two young girls, seemingly unfazed, casually dragged a corpse towards them, as if they were accustomed to it. Zhang Haiyan and the others found themselves in the path where the girls were disposing of the body, and they had no choice but to keep retreating. The girls approached quickly, and with the corpse lying across their path, they had no option but to lie down among the pile of bodies.

He Jianxi’s face was pressed against the cold body, and he was frightened enough to try to get up, but Zhang Haiyan held him down firmly. After the corpse was discarded, the girls did not say anything further. The sea breeze carried the sound to Zhang Haiyan’s ears, but he couldn’t hear clearly. As the wind blew, the spotlight on the ship’s mast turned, casting light over the area. Zhang Haiyan saw that the two girls looked very similar, wearing tight-fitting cropped tops. They had stunning figures, delicate and slender limbs, and both had shoulder-length hair, but their faces were covered with masks.

He recognized the masks; they were the same kind he had worn before while playing the role of a plague god at sea. The masks only revealed their mouths, so the people on the ship remembered the plague god only for the blades that were hidden within. The masks bore the painted faces of dragon maidens, adorned with various patterns. During coastal rituals, there were many stalls, and he had bought quite a few.

One of the girls began to search the body, pulling out documents and money, which she stuffed into her pocket. The light turned back, illuminating the scene for a brief moment. From his position, Zhang Haiyan could see through a narrow gap that the girl crouching down had slightly longer hair, which danced in the wind, making her look quite attractive, even with the mask on.

At this distance, Zhang Haiyan could easily spit out a blade and pierce what should have been a decent-looking face. After that, he raised his head, and the other girl was also within three meters. However, for some reason, he found the girl’s standing posture somewhat familiar. He refrained from making a move.

The two girls did not linger; they placed something beneath the corpse and turned to leave. Zhang Haiyan and He Jianxi sat up, with He Jianxi scrambling out of the pile of bodies, leaning against the ship’s railing to vomit over the side. The stench of blood and the smell of death made him feel nauseous, while Zhang Haiyan stood among the corpses, filled with confusion.

“What happened on this ship?” He Jianxi asked him. Zhang Haiyan examined the wounds on the corpse; they were small but very deep cuts on the neck, nearly severing it and damaging the brainstem. He found the wound familiar and was filled with various questions, but he couldn’t recall what kind of weapon could have caused it. It just felt very familiar.

“It could be pirates. The attack was so brutal, and the little girls acted swiftly; they clearly have been trained,” Zhang Haiyan speculated. In the South Seas, pirates often didn’t have ships, unlike the Caribbean pirates. They would blend in on ships, disguising themselves as entertainers or merchants, hijacking merchant vessels and demanding ransom from shipowners. Generally, if communication went smoothly, pirates wouldn’t harm the passengers, but they would invariably kill all the able-bodied guards on board. This was very similar to today’s actions.

Pirates in this region were hereditary, and children were taught to kill from a young age. So, it was not surprising to see young girls involved, but these two girls clearly did not have the demeanor of pirates. Moreover, over a decade ago, repeated crackdowns by the Qing court and warlord offices had nearly eradicated piracy in the South Seas, so the sudden appearance of pirates, especially on the Nan’an ship, made no sense.

“Pirates?” He Jianxi fell down, wiping his mouth weakly and said, “Then we need to report this to the people on the ship.”

“Wait a minute, they killed so many people, yet they didn’t throw them into the sea; there must be another reason,” Zhang Haiyan said, looking at where they had gone. That was the ship’s inner cabin; the deck was occupied by guests in the VIP cabins, while the inner cabin housed workers and lower-class passengers. The two little girls were heading downwards.

One of the girls moved in a way that felt so familiar—where had he seen it before?

25000 Chapter 20 – The Ship Transformation

For He Jianxi, those four hours in the sea felt like hell. The night sea was icy cold; although it wasn’t the bone-chilling cold that could take a life, his feet were cramping uncontrollably. However, this plague god seemed to breathe in the water; when he could no longer swim, it could pull him along with one hand, maintaining the same efficiency. When he was cramping, it would grip his chin, allowing him to rest in the water.

Even so, those four hours felt unbearably long. He Jianxi’s consciousness blurred, and he couldn’t remember how he got onto the South An ship. He only recalled a massive sea palace approaching them, so enormous and beautifully lit, like a fairyland. For a moment, he thought he was dead and had sunk into a crystal palace.

The next sensation he felt was his back lying on a solid deck. Leaning against something so firm gave him a sense of security for the first time, and the most astonishing thing was that the deck was warm. The water was so cold that even the deck felt warm.

Zhang Haiyan dragged him to a corner and poured him a shot of strong liquor from a bottle the size of a finger segment. He Jianxi slowly began to come around. His whole body felt limp, as if all his bones had been extracted, and his muscles ached like they were being pricked by needles.

“Where is this?” he asked weakly.

“South An ship, steamship, heading to Xiamen.”

“Why are we going to Xiamen? I want to go to San Francisco! What the hell are you doing?”

“Saving your life.”

Zhang Haiyan thought to himself that this kid was indeed lucky; such a difficult plan had succeeded so smoothly. The ship was very quiet; the South An was not a warship, and there were no patrols on the deck. Zhang Haiyan was exhausted himself, having drunk a bottle of strong liquor. He began to observe his surroundings, and He Jianxi became more alert. Suddenly, he understood what Zhang Haiyan had just said and grabbed him: “You bastard! I want to go to San Francisco, not be a stowaway to Xiamen! My cousin is still waiting for me!”

Zhang Haiyan covered his mouth: “Shut up, or you’ll swim back yourself.”

He Jianxi completely lost it: “I will report you! I will report you!”

Zhang Haiyan took out his ticket and waved it: “Don’t be silly. On this ship, you’re the stowaway, and I’m the VIP. You can only report yourself.”

He Jianxi looked at the ticket, clutching his chest, nearly having a heart attack from the overwhelming injustice he felt.

Zhang Haiyan patted him: “Don’t worry, no one will believe that anyone could stow away on this ship in these waters. There are no bad sailors or con artists on board. Once we reach Xiamen, I will let you go to San Francisco. Don’t be afraid; it’s just a detour. We’ll go back to the cabin, and I’ll explain everything in detail. Be good.” As he spoke, he helped He Jianxi up and recalled the location of the first-class cabin, moving forward.

He Jianxi had no strength to resist and could only comply. As they walked, he asked, “Who exactly are you?”

After just a couple of steps, the two of them saw a dozen corpses piled up further back in their hiding place, all crew members, their throats slit.

They immediately retreated, and He Jianxi looked at Zhang Haiyan: “Did you not say there were no bad sailors or con artists? What’s going on?”

Zhang Haiyan was speechless. After thinking for a moment, he heard someone come onto the deck. A girl’s voice said, “Throw all the bodies into the water. That woman is very shrewd; we absolutely can’t let her have the slightest suspicion.” The two of them shrank their necks and hid in the shadows, and Zhang Haiyan saw two girls dragging a new corpse towards them.

24999 Chapter 19 – A Man Without Regrets

He Jianxi woke up for the third time, and it was already dark outside. He found himself in the cabin, not in the previous compartment, but in the main hold.

Zhang Haiyan was looking at him, and he was looking back at Zhang Haiyan. There were herbal poultices on his nose, the pungent smell making him want to remove them. As he sat up, he noticed that all the crew and sailors were gathered on the other side of the cabin, huddled in a corner watching them.

The spacious cabin was divided into two sides—one side had only two people, while the other side was filled with everyone else.

“What—what’s going on?” He Jianxi wanted to ask. Zhang Haiyan glanced at the crowd watching them from a distance and said, “You’ve been unconscious for a day. Isn’t this the treatment a plague god deserves?”

“Are you really the plague god of the sea?” He Jianxi asked, touching his nose and wincing in pain.

“Your nose is a treasure; you should protect it well. You can even smell that faint scent of turmeric. A con artist would have to practice for a long time to achieve that,” Zhang Haiyan said, tossing him a bundle. He Jianxi realized it was his luggage.

“Take a look; besides the bedding, I’ve packed everything for you. Is anything missing?”

He Jianxi rummaged through his belongings. They were simple; apart from the essentials, there were no unnecessary items, and everything was clear. “Why did you pack my luggage?”

“Because we’re leaving,” Zhang Haiyan glanced at the crowd in the distance, “Do you think we can stay on this ship any longer?”

“What do you mean ‘we’?” He Jianxi was puzzled, thinking that even if they couldn’t stay, it should be Zhang Haiyan who couldn’t stay.

“I’m the plague god of the sea, and you’re the plague god’s cousin. Do you know how many people will come seeking revenge on you? Once we reach the shore, you’ll be captured. They’ll dig out your little ‘Xixi’ and force you to tell them where I am,” Zhang Haiyan said.

“But I’m not your cousin.”

“Do you think others will believe that?” Zhang Haiyan sat upright, glancing at the dark sea outside.

“You’re a hero protecting ordinary passengers; why are they all avoiding you and so afraid of you?” He Jianxi was somewhat surprised.

Zhang Haiyan turned back, indifferent, and looked at the people across from them, “Hero? The hero hasn’t arrived. I kill those who feel guilty. Ordinary people inevitably feel guilt, don’t they?” He then looked at He Jianxi with interest, “Aren’t you afraid of me? Do you feel no guilt?”

“I feel no guilt,” He Jianxi felt the pain in his wound intensifying but still tried to restrain himself.

“Those who feel no guilt are either extremely good, extremely evil, or extremely foolish. Which one are you?”

“None of the above,” He Jianxi replied, “Is it really that difficult not to do anything shameful?”

Zhang Haiyan pointed at the people across from them, all of whom shrank back a little: “You can ask them.”

He Jianxi certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to ask them. He also didn’t understand what Zhang Haiyan meant by leaving. This was a place where the inner and outer seas met, a vast expanse of blue water with no rocks in sight; where could they possibly go?

Zhang Haiyan leaned closer to He Jianxi and asked, “Let me ask you a question: have you always been so straightforward? How have you managed to live up to now?”

He Jianxi replied, “I’m an accountant; an accountant should speak with certainty. I earn my living by being straightforward. If I encounter situations that require flexibility, there will naturally be others responsible for that. Since the role of an accountant has existed since ancient times, I believe I can survive.”

“Chivalry.” Zhang Haiyan was somewhat surprised; some Westerners value this, but in Malacca, no one does. However, there are many British people in Malacca, and this kid’s temperament would work among them, but in San Francisco, he would probably end up buried under the railway as they laid the foundation.

The same goes for this ship.

Zhang Haiyan made a decision. He could have left him here and gone alone, after all, Zhang Haiqi had taught them skills without conscience. Over the years, he had seen plenty of hot-headed youths, and not all were worthy of sympathy, but for some reason, he felt that He Jianxi exuded a different aura.

It was hard to describe this aura. If he had to put it into words, Zhang Haiyan could only say that He Jianxi was very lucky. Why did he say that? Since boarding the ship, He Jianxi had committed countless taboos of the wandering world, yet he remained unscathed. His temper wasn’t something new; he had survived for so long without dying. Doesn’t that indicate that he is a person of great luck?

He needed luck now more than ever, and he didn’t want to harm innocent lives because of his own mistakes. Ultimately, if sacrificing others for profit was acceptable to Zhang Haiyan, he couldn’t accept that others should pay for his errors.

Looking at the watch, it was about the time he had estimated. Zhang Haiyan stretched his limbs and said to the person opposite him, “Good times always pass quickly. I remember your faces, and I will come back anytime. I will know every bad thing you say about me, and every bad deed you do will be reported to me. Make sure to spread what you see; tell it to ten friends each. Otherwise, you will encounter me every time.”

After saying this, he handed his luggage to He Jianxi. He Jianxi hadn’t reacted yet when Zhang Haiyan grabbed him and threw him overboard; He Jianxi was directly tossed into the sea.

The people on the ship screamed, and Zhang Haiyan stood at the railing and jumped into the sea after him.

Just as He Jianxi poked his head out of the water, he saw Zhang Haiyan falling down and yelled, “What are you doing! You plague! Why aren’t you playing by the rules! We’re going to drown!”

Zhang Haiyan floated with the waves, looking into the distance. There, on the sea, was a small light; that was the South Ann, exactly as he had calculated.

“You won’t drown.”

“I want to go to San Francisco! I don’t want to die here!”

“You won’t die here.” Zhang Haiyan threw out a rope, and He Jianxi grabbed it. “My bedding!”

Zhang Haiyan pulled on the rope and started swimming towards that light, thinking to himself, goodbye, door panel bedding, my spring mattress, here I come.

24998 Chapter 18 – The Kiss of the Plague God

The police exchanged glances and laughed, “In such a hurry? Engaging in lewd acts in broad daylight?”

He Jianxi’s face turned completely red, a mix of anger and fear. When did a woman appear in his bed? Just a moment ago, he was certain that there was no one in the bed; he had seen Zhang Haiyan crawl in. How did it suddenly turn into a woman?

Could it be that Zhang Haiyan was cross-dressing?

No, hadn’t he just been half-naked?

He Jianxi was utterly confused. What had he just said to me? Did he want to report me as an accomplice? The information was too overwhelming, and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.

But to the police, this kid seemed embarrassed, making them laugh even harder. Then they heard the woman in the bed say, “Nonsense, where’s the daylight? There’s no such thing as daylight.”

“Be careful with the woman on the boat; you might catch the plague,” the police said as they lowered the curtain and continued their investigation.

Listening to the police’s voices fade away, He Jianxi immediately wanted to lift the covers to see what was going on. He turned around and saw that Zhang Haiyan had returned to the position he was in earlier, the cigarette still lit, looking at him coldly: “You’re not good at lying. How have you survived until now?” It was actually a teasing female voice.

He Jianxi glanced at Zhang Haiyan’s chest. Of course, he had never seen a woman’s chest before, but in his mind, a woman’s chest should have something. However, all that Zhang Haiyan had was a pair of pectoral muscles, nothing else.

It looked just like the hundreds of thousands of men he had seen.

Could it be the legendary hermaphrodite?

He Jianxi’s mind was in chaos; he had no concept of gender equality at that time. His first reaction was that a hermaphrodite had slept in his bed. He didn’t know if it was because he had hit his head earlier or if he was just unable to process the situation; he began to feel dizzy.

Zhang Haiyan touched the bed board and said, “How do you sleep on this thing? It was quite comfortable when I was in your bed just now. I could just sleep with you. Anyway, I won’t be able to stay for long.”

The voice was charming, like an orchid in a secluded valley.

He Jianxi tilted his head and collapsed onto the bed board.

Zhang Haiyan was stunned for a moment; it was the first time he had seen someone faint while talking to him. He sighed deeply. At that moment, he heard the whistle of the South An ship. Looking out through the gaps in the deck, he could see the chimney of the South An ship emitting smoke, seemingly about to set sail.

Damn it. Zhang Haiyan knocked on the deck; there were police outside, and he couldn’t get out. Moreover, it was still light outside, and he had no way to dive back into the water. He had to wait until nightfall to have a chance. Furthermore, the speed of the iron-hulled ship was something a barge could never keep up with. Even if he hijacked this ship to chase the South An, it would be impossible.

He wondered if anyone on the shore had seen Zhang Ruipu when he jumped into the water; otherwise, he didn’t know if the sea shrimp was in danger.

He closed his eyes and began to recall the old nautical chart in his conference room, which contained various route information. His mind raced, and soon he realized he had one last opportunity.

The Nan’an ship is now departing but will have to return after reaching the deep-water port of Singapore. The route for the day before to San Francisco and Xiamen is the same. Just now, Long Ge told him that the Bao’en ship would set sail at dusk. Calculating this, they would enter the open sea earlier than the Nan’an ship. As long as he jumps into the sea at the junction of the inner and outer seas, he will float along the route of the Nan’an ship. If luck is on his side, the Nan’an ship will arrive in an hour. Although the distance between the two ships is unpredictable, the physical distance will not exceed four kilometers. Moreover, it should be around midnight tomorrow. The sea will be pitch dark at night, but the electric lights of the Nan’an ship will be bright, and he can swim over.

The tin boat is very fast, and he only has one chance to swim to the front of the Nan’an ship and wait for it to collide with him. The sides of the Nan’an ship are very high, so he has to find a way to climb up.

But this is under completely unexpected circumstances. Zhang Haiyan deeply regrets his recklessness and silently prays to the heavens that if he is spared this time, he will be cautious in the future.

At dusk, when He Jianxi wakes up again, Zhang Haiyan is no longer across from him. The various sounds outside are noisy, but they seem to be different. Moreover, the ship is rocking violently. He immediately checks his belt and finds that his money is still there, letting out a sigh of relief.

Leaving the small cabin, he understands why the sounds have changed; they have already set sail. The voices from the shore are no longer audible, the sea breeze is stronger, and the sails are full.

The people on the ship have begun to quiet down, trying to adapt to their new life at sea. Regardless of comfort, this shabby ship will be their home for the next few months.

The outer sea at dusk is incredibly beautiful; the waves are neither too big nor too small, and the ship appears to have a strange beauty in this soft light.

What about the “Yin-Yang person”? Was that just a dream? No, the silver dollars are still gone.

He Jianxi is captivated by the dusk and the sunset in the distance. At this moment, he suddenly doesn’t want to think about anything; he just wants to melt into this beautiful scenery, even though he knows he will face this view every day for the next few months.

While he is lost in thought, he suddenly hears a popping sound from one side. Turning around, he sees the “Yin-Yang person” playing mahjong with several passengers.

Damn, it’s really not a dream.

Zhang Haiyan just won, and the cards are flipped over for the passengers to pay. There are many silver dollars in front of Zhang Haiyan, and he doesn’t know where they came from. The sailors are all watching.

He Jianxi walks over, and when Zhang Haiyan sees him, he directly counts out a stack of silver dollars and hands them to him: “Take it. It’s for you.” He then counts out another stack for Long Ge beside him, “Long Ge, here, for the brothers.”

Long Ge has obviously been rewarded more than once, and he takes it, saying, “How can I accept this?”

Zhang Haiyan puts a cigarette in his mouth: “My brother doesn’t know better and will definitely cause trouble for Long Ge. Just give him a little more.”

Long Ge immediately takes out a match to light Zhang Haiyan’s cigarette, “Don’t worry, Brother Yan. I didn’t recognize your status before. If I had known you were Mr. Rui Pu’s esteemed student, I wouldn’t have dared to be so reckless.”

“Keep the things I wrote safe. Once you send my little brother to San Francisco, take the receipt to Mr. Zhang Rui Pu to get the money. It’s a simple task; don’t mess it up.”

Long Ge nods, his flattery almost nauseating.

He Jianxi is puzzled and looks at the silver dollars, “You won this; I want my own.”

“Have you and that money become so familiar? You all have feelings for each other, right?” Zhang Haiyan laughed, “Brother Long, you see this kid, the one who does the accounts for Mr. Zhang Ruipu, would never make a mistake even if he died. He’s talented, right?”

“He’s talented. He’s talented.”

Zhang Haiyan handed the silver dollar to Brother Long, who passed it to He Jianxi. He Jianxi took it back immediately, tucked it away, and turned to leave. At this moment, Zhang Haiyan got reckless again; the nearby gamblers had reddened eyes and exchanged glances, drenched in cold sweat. A middle-aged woman came up to pull the gambler, saying, “Don’t hit him, old man. If you keep hitting, you’ll lose everything.” The gambler shoved the woman away, saying, “Get lost! It’s because of your incessant nagging that I can’t even touch the cards.” As he spoke, he pushed another silver dollar forward, looking at Zhang Haiyan.

He Jianxi suddenly felt something was off. He raised his hand to smell it and found a faint hint of turmeric on his fingers. Looking back at Zhang Haiyan’s hands, he suddenly realized and became furious. He went back and saw that Zhang Haiyan had a good hand right away. He immediately said, “Are you cheating to scam money?”

Zhang Haiyan was taken aback for a moment. He Jianxi grabbed his hand, sniffed it, and confirmed it was indeed turmeric. He turned to the crowd and said, “He has turmeric marks on these cards; he’s cheating to scam money. Whose money here isn’t hard-earned? If you cheat like this, they’ll end up dead. You people don’t see us as human; aren’t you afraid of the plague god coming for you?!”

Everyone stared at Zhang Haiyan. Faced with He Jianxi’s accusations, Zhang Haiyan was dumbfounded and hadn’t responded yet when a nearby gambler grabbed Zhang Haiyan by the collar, saying, “Oh, so you’re cheating.”

Zhang Haiyan was knocked down by a punch, causing He Jianxi to stumble out as well. He saw three Mahjong partners getting up and surrounding Zhang Haiyan. Brother Long immediately came over to help Zhang Haiyan, but other gamblers gathered around to watch the commotion, splitting the sailors and gamblers into two factions.

“You sailors are colluding with this kind of cheat to scam us on the ship. You must give us an explanation today and return our money!” shouted the leading gambler. The others on the ship had previously been bullied by the sailors and were already very angry. Upon hearing this, they immediately echoed in agreement. He Jianxi was overjoyed, seeing everyone unite, and stood up, saying, “Robbing and killing for money? We are paying passengers; we want our rights!”

The crowd shouted in unison.

With more and more people gathering, the sailors became flustered. They looked at Zhang Haiyan and said, “Brother Yan, cheating is where you went wrong.”

“I didn’t cheat,” Zhang Haiyan said with a smile. “The ones using turmeric are those three. I got it on my hands by accident. If you don’t believe me, young brother, you can smell it. Who has the strongest turmeric scent on them, me or them? They are professional swindlers who have scammed enough money in Malacca and are planning to con people in San Francisco. Their tactics are sophisticated, and they have ample funds. If you let them stay on the ship, you’ll all be in trouble.”

At this moment, He Jianxi had realized something was wrong. After the two groups had separated, he could clearly smell that Jiang Huang was on his side. He twitched his nose and was about to speak when a ship passenger punched him in the nose, knocking He Jianxi to the ground. “You believe his nonsense? Don’t be polite with them. From now on, we are in charge on this ship. We have the numbers! Look at who has the money; do we look like frauds?”

Everyone looked at Zhang Haiyan, and to be honest, he seemed more like a fraud. One of the onlookers among the ship passengers said, “This guy has a private cabin while we all sleep in a dormitory. He’s young and has money for a private room; it must be money he scammed!” Suddenly, discussions broke out everywhere. The leading ship passenger sneered at Zhang Haiyan and shouted, “Right, it’s all dirty money, isn’t it? You must have a lot more money on you!”

Seeing the situation was not good, Long Ge immediately pushed Zhang Haiyan out: “Don’t act rashly. Your own grievances should be settled among yourselves. Don’t disturb the ship’s captain; otherwise, no one will reach San Francisco.”

“How ungrateful, Long Ge,” Zhang Haiyan took a deep drag on his cigarette, looking at the crowd that had surrounded him. But no one was willing to make the first move; everyone was in a state of observation. After all, their profession was that of con artists, not instigators, and they didn’t know how to conclude the situation.

After a stalemate for a while, the woman from earlier suddenly said, “You evil person, let the plague god of the sea take you!” At that moment, the leading ship passenger had an epiphany and immediately echoed, “Yes, let’s take back the money and throw him into the sea! Let the plague god take him. The plague god’s mouth has blades; let him cut that lying mouth of yours!”

What a weak villain, always opposing people like this. How could Zhang Haiyan not take a step back? The leading ship passenger saw that no one was moving, exchanged glances with three friends who played mahjong, and the three of them drew their daggers from three directions and began to encircle him.

The first one rushed behind Zhang Haiyan, but he slightly shifted to the side and elbowed the man, breaking his nasal bone. The man flipped over. Just as he turned to face the second one, he slapped down, sending the person crashing to the ground.

The whole sequence of movements was so fast that no one could see clearly. By the time the leading ship passenger reached him, Zhang Haiyan had already grabbed his neck and lifted him up, kissing him.

Everyone was stunned. The ship passenger flailed his limbs wildly but could not break free.

Zhang Haiyan released his grip, and the ship passenger fell to the ground, clutching his throat and beginning to vomit. The woman rushed forward, “You scoundrel! You’ve violated my man!”

The leading ship passenger pushed the woman away and started to vomit blood, expelling countless pieces of blood and two or three blades. When the blades fell on the deck, everyone watching took a step back.

“Weren’t you wanting to meet the plague god?” Zhang Haiyan, with his back to the sunset, had his hands in his pockets and opened his mouth, revealing a chilling glint. “Long time no see, everyone.”

Oh dear, Zhang Haiyan is not here, I’m being a bit reckless, but it feels so liberating! Indeed, being reckless brings joy to both body and mind, Zhang Haiyan thought to himself.

He Jianxi lay on the ground, his last thought was: the hero he admired, the plague god of the sea, the chivalrous protector of Chinese people on the shipping routes, was a gender-bender.

24997 Chapter 17 – The Despicable Plague God

The sailor turned back to look at his companions and exchanged a glance; the others behind him, armed with knives, began to close in. Zhang Haiyan counted the number of sailors—seven in total. For such a small boat, seven was a significant number, and he couldn’t afford to escalate the situation any further. If they were all killed, the entire boat wouldn’t be able to set sail, and he could end up changing many people’s lives.

However, it was clear that the sailors had no intention of letting him go and began to surround him in a fan shape. “Aren’t you afraid of being haunted by the plague god for killing a Chinese passenger?” Zhang Haiyan said with a smile.

Years ago, the sailors who had killed Chinese people at sea had gained a certain respect from the Chinese on this route, but as the murders decreased, their missions became fewer, and their reputation seemed to fade gradually.

“The plague god isn’t that well-informed. This person has no companions, and in this corner, no one will see him being killed,” the leading sailor, wearing a cloth band around his head, continued. “You probably won’t be any different. If you see it, just add another life to your tally.”

Zhang Haiyan realized why so many sailors were willing to commit murder in the restroom despite being part of a gang. It seemed his reputation still held some weight here. This young man must have boarded alone without any family, which made him a target.

He glanced at the ocean, thinking that although he was young, he seemed quite wealthy. The sailors surrounding him drew closer. These men had been on the water long enough to have some discernment; they noticed the young man was soaked through but remained calm, even appearing somewhat distracted, which made them hesitant to advance.

Zhang Haiyan calculated the time—soon, the police onshore would definitely board the ship to investigate. To be safe, he couldn’t let the situation spiral out of control any further and decided to resolve the issue quickly. He sneered and suddenly stepped forward, kneeling on both knees before the sailors, saying, “Please spare my life, sirs.”

The sailors were startled and took a step back. Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Haiyan pulled out a roll of money from his pocket and presented it with both hands. “This man is my cousin; our family only has the two of us left. If we both die, our family will be extinct. This money and these coins are for you gentlemen. We promise not to say a word; please spare our lives.”

The sailors exchanged glances, and Zhang Haiyan continued, “This isn’t money that you robbed; it’s our tribute to you. You don’t need to worry about the plague god knowing. The plague is rampant, and you wouldn’t want to face divine retribution, right? We’re all just trying to make a living.”

As he spoke, Zhang Haiyan’s eyes turned red. The leading sailor frowned, stepped forward to take the money, counted it, and smiled, “Little brother, you’re quite the talent! Unlike those who want money but don’t care about their lives, you know how to pay respects.”

Zhang Haiyan flattered him with a nod. The leading sailor signaled to the others; they didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble by taking lives. The others released He Jianxi, who had been choked and was coughing continuously.

The sailor patted Zhang Haiyan on the shoulder. “My name is Er Erlong; you can call me Brother Long. I’ll take care of you on this boat. The money can go to the brothers.” He turned around and said, “Get them a private room, and let our girls pick from them as they please.”

The silver dollars had all been picked up, and the sailors were eager to retreat, seemingly wanting to divide the windfall. Zhang Haiyan let out a sigh of relief, his expression turning cold as he helped He Jianxi to his feet, saying, “It’s tragic, isn’t it? These people just don’t realize they’ve snatched back their lives. If they were just a bit tougher, their lives would be over—”

He Jianxi punched Zhang Haiyan in the face: “The silver dollars are mine! How can you just give my things to them? We can’t yield to people like this!” He was about to rush out to chase after the others when Zhang Haiyan grabbed him, gently pushing his head aside. He Jianxi’s head collided heavily with the wooden ship’s side, and he fell unconscious.

Zhang Haiyan touched his face: “You’ve got quite the temper.”

He Jianxi looked young and immature, and Zhang Haiyan easily lifted him up, carrying him on his back like a boy.

When He Jianxi woke up again, he found himself in a small private space that was essentially just a partitioned area in the cabin. It offered a bit of privacy, with no door, only a curtain. On the floor were two planks of wood that served as a bed, and his bedding had already been laid out on the boards. Zhang Haiyan was sitting on one of the boards, shirtless, smoking and watching him. Zhang Haiyan’s side was completely bare, devoid of any belongings.

Of course, he had left all his things on the South An, a kilometer away. Zhang Haiyan suspected he was cursed to live without a spring mattress.

He Jianxi sat up, feeling dizzy. After a moment, he recalled what had just happened.

“You—”

“Shut up.” Zhang Haiyan looked at him coldly.

“I don’t even know you! I need to get my money back. Ah.” He clutched his head where it had been struck, feeling a sharp pain.

“You are a passenger on this ship. If you go demand justice from others, then what? Will you just get off the ship? If you cause a scene, this ship won’t have room for you anymore,” Zhang Haiyan said.

“My money is hard-earned! They can’t just take away someone else’s hard work so easily.”

Zhang Haiyan pulled out He Jianxi’s belt and rummaged through it, pulling out the cash. He flipped through the bills, which were covered in writing: “Isn’t there still quite a bit left? For the people on this ship, you’re already among the fortunate. If you can survive, don’t plan on dying. Life is precious.”

He Jianxi panicked and hurriedly felt for his belt: “Give it back to me!”

Zhang Haiyan tossed the belt and money back: “Keep this money hidden on the ship. This ticket is a one-way ticket to the underworld, but those silver dollars you had earlier at least increase your chances of getting out of it. It’s worth it.”

He Jianxi immediately stuffed the cash back into his belt and fastened it.

“I have a question for you. Where is this ship headed?” Zhang Haiyan asked.

The earlier act of returning the money had made He Jianxi feel slightly reassured about Zhang Haiyan, and he had calmed down a bit. He replied, “San Francisco.”

“San Francisco? Can a small ship like this even reach San Francisco? As far as I know, ships like this would kill you all at sea and dump you overboard. It’s quite common.”

“Ever since the legend of the plague god came out, that hasn’t happened anymore,” He Jianxi said. “My brother went to San Francisco like that. Of course, the journey was tough, but I’m used to it.”

“Your quilt has been infused with traditional Chinese medicine; clearly, you’ve made ample preparations.” Zhang Haiyan took a puff of his cigarette, while He Jianxi covered his nose, making a very painful expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your smoke smells terrible.”
The cigarette was given to him by a sailor and happened to be the kind he loved to smoke back in the day. He switched to another brand because Zhang Haixia found it unpleasant, but now that Zhang Haixia wasn’t around, he took a puff to satisfy his craving, only to be rejected again.
Zhang Haiyan couldn’t help but smile wryly, thinking to himself, “I’ll suffocate you,” and deliberately took another puff. “Cousin, how about we discuss something? A little deal?”
“I’m not making a deal with you. You gave my money to someone else. Can someone like you even do business?”
“Hey, it’s related to your money. If I can get your money back before I disembark, can you help me with a favor?” Zhang Haiyan said.
He Jianxi was taken aback, unsure of what Zhang Haiyan was selling. Zhang Haiyan then said, “Take a look outside.”
He Jianxi leaned out to peek past the curtain and saw a lot of police officers in the cabin, checking on the passengers outside. Just as he was watching, Zhang Haiyan crawled over and curled up in his quilt.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?” He Jianxi exclaimed angrily; he hated it when others got into his quilt. He was very sensitive to smells and couldn’t sleep in a quilt that someone else had used.
Zhang Haiyan covered his head: “Remember, I’m your wife; you just slept with me and haven’t put on any clothes.” Saying this, Zhang Haiyan quickly unbuttoned He Jianxi’s collar, tousled his hair, then shrank back, pulling out a few gold needles from his inner pocket.
Before He Jianxi could figure out what was happening, Zhang Haiyan whispered, “Help me get through, and I’ll help you get your money back. Otherwise, I’ll say you’re my accomplice. We’ll die together.”
He Jianxi finally understood. The curtain had already been pulled back, and a police officer leaned in, looking at He Jianxi: “Who were you talking to? Get up; we need to see your face.”
He Jianxi couldn’t find the words to respond, his face turning beet red. Suddenly, he heard a melodious voice like a silver bell coming from his quilt: “Oh, who is it? I’m not wearing any clothes.”

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