Geno nodded, carrying two boxes of things was not a problem for him, as long as Niko could bear it, it didn't matter.

"Huh? If my sister wants to go, we will go. If it really doesn't work, just pretend to be dead."

Niko never lie. She said that pretending to be dead means that she really pretends to be dead, and she has almost no breathing. It is a self-protection body mechanism called fake death.

"Did you work like this?" Caitlin smiled reluctantly, but in the end she couldn't help but feel curious.

...

Slaughter wharf

Regarding how to get to the slaughter pier, if you ask the locals, they will definitely answer “I’ll be there all the way to smell the stinking.”

This is true. The closer you get to the dock, the more intense the smell you smell. Geno felt like he was stuck in a fish basket.

The sticky and substantial fishy smell surged into the mouth, as if the seafood I had eaten came to life instantly, and the demons danced in my stomach, making people full of vomiting thoughts.

Odder area

Geno was disgusted and spit out a mouthful of saliva, not forgetting to tell Niko not to learn.

A group of wharf rats heard the sound of falling and immediately surrounded them, thinking that some delicacy had fallen on the brick and stone road.

When I found that I was just a mouthful of saliva, I immediately looked up and squeaked at the few people, the sound was as sharp as hard chalk that had crossed the blackboard.

The wharf rats look weird. Compared to ordinary mice, their heads are more like sharks, with no fluff, only a layer of oily skin. Their necks are too short, and they look like their heads and bodies are directly connected. Their mouths are similar to those of sharks, but because of their short jaws, they can never get close.

"What kind of rat is this? It's so disgusting."

The sudden appearance of the fish-headed mouse really scared Caitlin. She moaned and instantly shrank behind Geno, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Geno could feel the pressure coming from his shoulders, as if Caitlyn was trying to climb up with his shoulders, trying to get his feet off the ground.

He remembered that when he was in the Zuan sewer before, Kaitlin was not so afraid of rats. Was he afraid of the weird wharf rats? Or was he scared by Tuqi several times, and he had a psychological shadow on the rats since then?

Without thinking too much, Geno kicked a mouse into the water and tripped another one. They rushed up and bit them blindly. Caitlin behind them screamed in depression, and his nails left marks on his shoulders.

Jeno kicked his ruthlessness and fired a shot in the densest place of the rat group with his hand cannon. With a flash of blue light, the world finally calmed down. Jeno kicked away two blinded mice in the blink of an eye, and the rest of the rats fled in a hurry to the shadows in the corner, with their blood-red eyes flashing in the darkness with resentment.

Caitlin jumped off Geno with lingering fear and said to himself: "If I had known there were so many mice here, I wouldn't have come."

"I've come here, let's see the sea monster before leaving."

Shiville pointed to the dock where the sea hunting ships were moored not far away, and there were many people gathering there, and loud shouts kept coming.

"Okay."

After approaching the dock, the odor concentration reached its peak. A snake-shaped sea monster was dragged by a group of boatmen to the buoyancy sink on the dock. It was fifty-year-old and the thickest part was equivalent to the tanker truck. It was covered with wounds left by harpoons, and it had already ulcerated and flowed with pus and blood. It seemed that it had been soaked in the sea for two or three days.

Not far away, there is a wooden lifting device, like a huge "rolling pin" leaning against a wooden rack. The "rolling pin" is actually called a snake-wrapped pillar. It is covered with several circles of fixed nails, each of which is three or four meters long. The sink linked to the sea is filled with sea water. The buoyancy generated by the water can help the boatmen drag the sea beast more easily. Otherwise, there would be no hundreds of people who can pull such a large sea beast.

This is a lifting device for serpentine sea beasts. The slaughtering pier is an array of docks. The devices on each dock are used to deal with the corresponding sea beasts.

The boatmen pulled the sea beast under the snake-wrapped pillar, hooked the snake's mouth with a hook, hung it around the pillar for a circle, and then nailed it with a giant nail. Then the boatman below turned the roulette, twisted the rope to pull the pillar, and slowly wrapped the huge body of the sea monster on the pillar for several rounds, completely emptying.

The sea beasts above wanted to bleed, but a butcher came over with a face towel soaked in oily dust.

He climbed up the wooden ladder and used a sharp giant butcher knife (screw knife?) to cut the throat and bleed the sea beast. Blood flowed into the sink below like a waterfall. The buoyancy sink used for transportation now turned into a bloody blood tank, which was reused.

The strong smell of blood came to his nose and persuaded several people to leave. The butchers had already hung iron chains on their backs, and like a high-altitude cleaner, jumped off the device and slowly landed on the pillars. Then they stood and peeled the sea beasts. The peeled flesh would soon be sent to the slaughter shed for rough processing.

"Let's go, do you want to stinker Niko to death? Go back and take a shower quickly, otherwise you will definitely have nightmares tonight." Geno's call came from behind.

The smell was so irresistible that Caitlin took a last look, then caught up with Geno in a few steps.

The night was soaked like a tide, and the residential area was brightly lit, and the scattered afterglow illuminated the dock market. The dark sea surface was like a gloomy mirror, reflecting countless candlelights and the fire braziers all over the dock. Under the cliff in the distance, the wreckage of thousands of abandoned ships shone through the wreckage.

As he walked, the lights became thinner and thinner. Jeno felt something was wrong, so he asked.

"Did you go the wrong way? There are no lights here." It was dim around, with folded shrimp cages and fishing nets placed on the side of the road. The rats on the pier were wandering on the road, only seeing the flash of bloody red eyes and endless squeaks.

"No, this is the dock market, and it is a bridge across the residential area. I originally wanted to see if anyone set up stalls, but I didn't expect the market to be closed and there was no light..." Caitlin explained absent-mindedly, focusing on the rats that could be leaning over at any time. He accidentally bumped into Geno and his lips were printed on the back of his neck.

"Why did you stop suddenly?"

This time it was very hard, and Caitlin felt that her lips were about to be pierced by her teeth. She covered her mouth in shame and asked why Geno wanted to brake suddenly.

“There is someone setting up a stall there.”

"What's so strange about someone setting up a stall in the market? Isn't it just a little late..."

Caitlin muttered, looking in the direction Jeno pointed, and immediately felt the same as Jeno.

Too strange!

A strong man dressed in a butcher, with a blood-soaked leather apron on his body, his thorny arms were exposed, and his tight muscles were striking.

On the belt around his waist, several knives commonly used by butchers were hung with iron hooks. He was raising his knife to chop fish hard against the chopping board, making a fierce slap, but there was no light next to him, no one, he was alone, as if he was doing something shameful.

He saw the rich and wealthy people, his eyes lit up, he patted the fish bucket in front of him, and raised his hand to greet the people:

"I have caught too many fish today. I still haven't sold them. They are still alive. Come and have a look!"

Somehow, this scene seemed a bit inexplicably terrifying to the people.

"Do you want to go over? There are a few men hiding by the bridge, blocking the road to the residential area." The master of art was brave, and Shiville curled his lips, not afraid at all.

"You can go and have a look, but be careful." Caitlin took the conversation. Everything in front of her was obviously a trap, but she was a policeman, and she was the most disgusting of these sinister things that cheated people.

She rubbed her painful lips and showed a see through smile.

Tonight, she is going to take a fishing law enforcement!

Look, whose fish is taking the bait!
Chapter completed!