Tasia turned her head away in disgust and said angrily: "It's all your lies..."
With the support of the crew, she got up from the chair and walked slowly outside.
After leaving the lounge, Tasia saw huge light beams constantly sweeping through the window. She immediately ran to the window and threw herself on the glass to take a closer look - these moving light beams came from above the ship, but at this moment she heard nothing but the sound of rain. Can't hear it.
"It's a helicopter." The crew member said from the side. "It's really difficult for them. With such a big wind and waves... I think the rescue ship should be nearby."
"Rescue ship...?"
"Yes," the crew member replied with a smile, "Of course it is true. The rescue is not a lie. The coalition government has really used a lot of resources to search for the whereabouts of this ship - it is already nearby."
Tasia's throat tightened, and her eyes felt wet again.
"What other plots do you have..." She gritted her teeth, "Come over now!"
"Look what you said..." The crew member shook his head, "Have you forgotten the story of Bishop's restaurant's nickname?"
Tasia vaguely recalled the so-called alias - Waiting Room No. 12.
"It's all about rescue stories," the crew member said with a smile. "It seems like a more appropriate place to end this voyage than on one deck?"
Tasia gritted her teeth and said nothing.
Soon, several people arrived at the door of Bishop's Restaurant. The lights in the corridor were still off. Except for the spotlights and lightning coming from a few windows from time to time, there was no other light source here.
Tasia's breathing became faster and faster, and she heard faint conversations coming from the restaurant, which showed that someone was indeed inside. The crew had said earlier that her companions were waiting here - were they Helen and Jacqueline? I don’t know if Meyer and the injured Agnes will appear in it?
No one on the crew moved. Tasia stretched out her hand and pushed towards the door——
"Thank you for your hard work." The crew member standing next to him suddenly said.
The light from the crack in the door fell on the crew member's face, and Tasia glanced at her. Just this time, she saw an extremely complicated expression on the other person's face, including pity, sadness, routine perfunctory, and a hint of malice.
"Tasia!" came a young male voice. Before Tasia could see clearly who was in front of her, her eyes were burned by the bright lights in Bishop's restaurant. She instinctively raised her arms to shield her eyes, but she could still hear the footsteps of people approaching her.
Her fear rose sharply as the crowd approached, and Tasia involuntarily took a step back until someone grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?" The voice was full of kindness, "Tasia, look at me, I am Dietrich!"
Dietrich.
The bloody curtain of the Grace Theater suddenly flashed back in her mind, and the name was like a curse, making Tasia tremble all over in an instant - she blinked her eyes very fast, and as she gradually adapted to the vision, Dietrich The face becomes more and more clear.
Dietrich's hand was warm, but Tasia felt like she had fallen into an ice cave.
Her eyes quickly scanned the crowd behind Dietrich, and soon she saw Philip waving to him, and Gustav stood beside him, silent and respectful.
A hand casually went around her shoulder and squeezed the bones of her right shoulder hard, "It's great that you are safe. I was worried that something happened to you!"
Tasia turned her head - Fayonce was smiling at her.
Her eyes quickly moved down, and the two legs of the person in front of her were intact, without any trace of blood.
Amidst everyone's concern and laughter, Tasia was like a suddenly frightened horse. She struggled to throw away everyone's hands and ran towards the door behind her. However, the only gap left was opening. After closing it, she could almost clearly see the edge of the door moving inch by inch——
No! !
Tasia pounded the door angrily.
"Let me out! I have no companions here!!"
The men behind Tasia showed surprised expressions. They looked at each other, asking each other with their eyes whether they knew what happened to the person in front of them, but from the equally puzzled eyes of other people, one could only read confusion.
"Tasia, calm down..." Fayance stepped forward and grabbed one of her arms, "Are you talking angrily? How could we not be companions?"
Another person sighed, "There must have been too much going on on the ship during this period, so I must have been frightened."
"Poor Tasia—"
"Stay away from me!" Tasia threw away Fyence's hand angrily. There was no fear in her eyes, only burning anger. "You fakers, do you think you can succeed like this? Do you think, Will I let you succeed! Mr. Gobelin will also see through you... and Mr. Robbeglier——"
"Mr. Gobelin went down to pick up sisters Helen and Agnes. He'll be up right away." Fayance's tone became stern, as impatient as ever, "Don't be ridiculous, Tasia, you weren't before." The one who cares about the overall situation the most!"
"let me go!"
The Thorn Monk near the window began to shout, "Everyone hold on to the railing, the helicopter has given the signal, and their people are coming!"
Fayance pulled Tasia to the corner without any explanation. He held the handrail with one hand and held Tasia's arm tightly with the other.
Amidst the huge wind and waves, the restaurant extinguished all the lights and slowly expanded outwards, just like what happened on the night of boarding the ship. However, what was different from that time was that even though all the tables, chairs and counters were fixed, when half of the restaurant stretched out of the ship's hull, the strong wind almost immediately swept away all the tablecloths, and the iron rings connecting the curtains and window rods were quickly removed. Collapse.
Four men wearing the uniforms of the Third District government troops jumped down from the sling in the air. The thorn monk who controlled the switch immediately pulled the lever. Everyone struggled to maintain their balance until the restaurant returned to normal.
The crowd burst into fierce cheers, as if the disaster had been declared over. The four people who came finally managed to quiet people down, and then they heard Tasia screaming at the top of her lungs not far away.
"They are not real! They are all fakes!" Tasia's voice was hoarse to the extreme, "Don't let them come ashore, never let them come ashore -"
"What's going on?" The leader of the government army representative frowned and looked at Bree beside him.
"It's a long story. You don't even know how we spent the past half month... She was also our companion. She was scared." Bree pointed to her head, "A little confused between reality and reality. Hallucination.”
"It's normal..." The man glanced at Tasia with some sympathy, "Some people get overly nervous when they encounter some danger... My wife is the same. But don't worry, we have a psychiatrist and a psychotherapist accompanying us on this trip. We'll transfer her later and she'll be fine."
Bree nodded, "Then what are we going to do now?"
"The rescue ship is nearby," the man replied. "The four of us will come up first to register your situation, and then we will see how to decide on the next plan."
