Under the illumination of a flashlight, the dark cold storage was illuminated by a beam of light.
Wherever the light reached, horrific scenes appeared in front of everyone, making the survivors' hearts beat with fear.
They were all eaten.
Judging from the mucus on the door, many octopuses must have used force at the same time to forcefully suck the door open. . .
You can imagine the scene of those octopuses swarming up. . .
Looking at the torn corpses that were no longer distinguishable, the open mouth of the skull still retains the gesture of screaming before death.
Relating to what happened last night, one person muttered with lingering fear: "These octopuses have learned to cooperate in hunting."
Ackerman said tremblingly: "The octopus is the smartest known invertebrate animal.
It is said that it has the IQ of a domestic cat.
It can open the lid of a can by itself, and..."
He dared not say the next words.
Because everyone stared at him.
"You keep saying these useless things all day long, so you can't think about how to deal with these things."
Rudolph said with a bit of sinisterness.
This guy who only knows how to eat and has weak legs would have been finished long ago if there weren't so many people protecting him.
But he can't be so useless.
Maybe from today on, he should be allowed to struggle on his own, without anyone to support or even carry him.
Ackerman also noticed it, and his body was trembling: "This is different from the octopuses I have studied.
It is a species I have never seen before.
In fact, octopuses are very friendly and timid.
I can't understand why these octopuses are so vicious.
Doubtful.
For example, other octopuses have oval heads, but their brains are round.”
Just when everyone rolled their eyes, Ackerman seemed to have remembered something, and almost shouted with joy: "I remembered, the brain nerves of the octopus are all in the head.
As long as you hit it on the head, it will not die."
They will be unable to move.
This is what fishing boats do when they catch octopuses, and they kill them and sell them at the market.
Otherwise, the octopuses will eat the fish they caught.”
Finally, I was given something that seemed useful.
The bullets here are limited, and there will be no bullets.
If this method works, just take a stick and hit the octopus head one by one.
But Ackerman looked very unsure: "But I don't know if it will be useful for this kind of octopus..."
It was said that it was not said.
Someone said angrily: "Why don't we wait until these octopuses attack?
We will just wait to die anyway."
"You don't necessarily have to wait until they attack..."
Rudolph sneered.
After such a long period of training, Cheng Qianxun naturally understood what Rudolf meant, and she also smiled: "Who among us knows how to fish?"
Everyone still stank, and their clothes were covered in dirty mucus.
After being dried by the clothes, it looked like it had been crawled by countless slugs.
No matter how stinky it is, you still have to eat the food.
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, a person muttered: "This is desecration of the corpse."
Cheng Qianxun squinted and sneered: "Either take the meat from your body."
This time he blocked the other person's mouth.
There was no fresh meat left and that was all.
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Barron took a bite of the biscuit and expressed his admiration: "Cheng, you are all awesome."
It's really amazing, Cheng Qianxun and five of his teammates.
Two carcasses with slightly more flesh left were brought from the hold.
Rudolf was washing in the bathroom, trying to get as much flesh off as possible.
"I want to take a shower too."
One person requested.
"Whatever" Cheng Qianxun said calmly: "But you will do the work later.
Whether you plan to do it together and wash it or wash it later may be up to you."
I'm going to go fishing for octopus later.
You also have to hunt octopus using the method Ackerman said, so you need meat.
Rudolf came out and wiped his hair with a bath towel: "It's done" not only solved the matter, but also washed himself clean.
Changed into a set of clean clothes.
"I'll get it."
Sneijder stood up and walked into the bathroom.
After a while, he came out.
He asked very strangely: "I didn't find any meat, here is this."
He held up a plastic bucket for toilet paper in his hand, which contained a pile of dark red crumb-like substance.
Rudolph ate the biscuits and water: "This is the food you think has been digested by the octopus.
The meat is all in one piece."
Cheng Qianxun stood up and looked inside: "It turns out it's all minced meat.
It's not easy to scrape it off.
The amount should be enough.
Just squeeze it tightly before use."
Thinking of the corpse and hearing the conversation, someone immediately vomited out and there was a sound of retching.
After eating and washing, Cheng Qianxun wiped his hair with a towel and walked out.
Although the smell of the air was not good, it was necessary to wash himself clean, otherwise it would stink even more.
The teammates all cleaned up, changed their clothes, and stood behind the railing to watch.
In comparison, those people with sticks and dirty bodies looked much more embarrassed.
This is also the reason why Cheng Qianxun and his teammates took the initiative to move the corpses and get the meat.
As soon as they proposed it, no one did it, but Cheng Qianxun and the others took it.
No matter how disgusting this job is, it is still safe.
The corpse will not sit up like a zombie and bite the living person fiercely.
Of course Albert and Barron also discovered this.
They looked back and saw five guys standing on the edge, some with champagne in their hands, all of them as carefree as watching a football game in their seats.
Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows at the two of them: "Do a good job, our work is done, it's up to you."
Albert looked at Barron, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled brightly in his heart.
I must be thinking that they are too sophisticated.
"Are you ready?"
one person asked, while several people were at the ship's railing, throwing the ropes tied with meat bags into the sea to hang the octopuses.
"Shh, be gentle.
You might be scared away if you act like this."
One person said.
"Tch, the octopus should have jumped on it after hearing this."
After saying this, many people's expressions changed.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
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Albert had a gun in his hand and was ready to shoot immediately if something went wrong.
We didn't give many guns, so there were only seven or eight people with guns.
If you see something wrong, just run away.
If all those octopuses came up, less than a hundred people with guns wouldn't be enough.
"You fight, you fight..."
A group of people behind passed a few wooden sticks around.
"I came up with the solution, so I should exclude it."
At this time, Ackerman was not stupid and found an excuse to avoid it.
"Yes" the rope finally moved, and several men immediately pulled up the rope.
Everyone watched nervously.
At this time, the wooden stick was no longer passed around, but was directly held in hand, holding it tightly, and staring.
As soon as the octopus comes up, it either runs for its life or has no choice but to grab a stick.
"Click."
Albert opened the safety bolt of the gun, and the sound made everyone turn their heads.
But the muzzle of the gun was not pointed at the rope, but at the person holding the wooden stick.
Looking at his movements, I understood, okay, now the octopus only needs to come up, and it can only get up with a wooden stick.
Those who want to escape will either die of life or be shot in the leg and become the food of the octopus.
The rope pullers looked at each other.
They just wanted to hang the octopus, as long as they caught the octopus. . .
So he pulled up the rope.
The rope was pulled up, but the small package tied to it was missing and the rope was chewed.
Barron went up to take a look: "Tie wire to the rope and then hang it."
The minced meat was stuffed into a cloth bag, tied with a rope with wire, and thrown into the sea.
Looking at the dark shadows that seemed to be flashing around under the water, a man trembled and said: "Even if I know that hitting the head is useful, so what?"
"Nothing," Barron said coldly: "At least we hide in a room like a cold storage, and the supervisor just needs to hit the octopus at the door with a stick."
There is only one entrance and exit to the cold storage.
If you look for other levels, you can achieve the effect of one person being able to pass the level and not being able to open it.
Ackerman was far behind, even further away than Cheng Qianxun and the others.
He shouted from a distance: "Octopuses eat soft food and are afraid of hard ones.
If you kill a few, they might not come to eat because they are afraid of death."
We are."
This reason is also very good, so let’s continue experimenting.
The rope tightened again, and this time a few people didn't care.
If they went down again, the meat they finally scraped off would be gone.
Work together, use all your strength, and pull the rope as hard as you can.
"Yes, yes."
In the exclamation, a dark-colored octopus was pulled up, all its tentacles were coiled on the rope, and it was biting the rope with its steel teeth, holding a whole package of meat.
In the mouth.
Not daring to stand still and pull anymore, several people pulled the rope and ran back, forcing the octopus, which was reluctant to part with its mouth, to the deck of the boat.
The octopus looked very nervous.
All eight tentacles opened immediately, and its body became flat and pressed against the deck.
He also had to give up the meat buns in his mouth and stared vigilantly at the people approaching with sticks, tremblingly and cautiously.
Suddenly, the color of its body changed, and then its tentacles acted as springs, suddenly contracting and opening.
Its body was like a flying saucer with tentacles, and it rushed towards a person with its teeth grinning.
So fast "Hit him!"
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Barron roared.
Even though this guy's legs were shaking with fear, when his life was threatened, he picked up a stick and punched the flying octopus.
He swung the stick like a baseball, so the octopus was only hit to the side.
It made a strange "squeaking" sound, and was beaten so hard that it changed its flight direction.
It fell to the side and was still dragged on the slippery ground for about one meter.
"Idiot, hit it on the front, not the side."
Albert shouted anxiously.
Once you succeed, at least you have confidence.
The people holding the sticks straightened their backs, preparing to give the octopus a hard blow when it came up again.
In fact, these octopuses are not as powerful as non-terrestrial creatures like the ridiculously large octopuses.
They rely entirely on numbers to win.
This octopus probably didn't expect that "food" would dare to hit it.
After lifting its head from the ground, it looked around and saw the person holding a stick in front of it, grinning and trying to muster up the courage to surround it.
It reacted. . .
That is to escape When the octopus turns its head, it uses its tentacles as legs and jumps to the other side, which makes the person holding the stick more confident.
"Hurry up, don't let it run away."
"You must kill it."
They hurriedly chased it
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