Why it never ends

Tasia turned her head away in annoyance, and said angrily, "It's all your lies..."

With the support of the crew, she got up from the chair and walked out slowly.

Leaving the lounge, Tasia saw huge beams of light constantly sweeping past the window, she immediately ran to the window and looked closely at the glass—these moving beams of light came from the sky above the ship, but at this moment she couldn’t hear anything except the sound of rain. Can't hear.

"It's a helicopter." Said the crew aside, "It's really hard for them, such a big wind and waves... I think the rescue ship should be nearby."

"The rescue ship...?"

"Yes," the crew replied with a smile, "Of course it's true. It's not a lie that the rescue came. The coalition government really used a lot of resources to search for the whereabouts of the ship—it's already nearby."

Tasia's throat tightened for a while, and her eyes were moist again.

"What conspiracy do you have..." She gritted her teeth, "Let us all come here!"

"Look at what you said..." The crew member shook his head, "Have you forgotten the story of the alias of Bishop's Restaurant?"

Tasia vaguely recalled the so-called alias——No.12 waiting room.

"It's all about rescue stories," the crew member said with a smile. "It seems more appropriate than a deck to end the voyage there?"

Tasia gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Soon, a few people came to the door of Bishop's restaurant. The lights in the corridor were still off. Except for the spotlights and lightning that came in from a few windows from time to time, there was no other light source here.

Tasia's breathing became more and more rapid, and she heard faint conversations in the dining room, 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?
None of the crew moved, Tasia stretched out her hand and pushed towards the door——

"Thank you." The crew member standing beside said suddenly.

The light from the crack of the door poured on the crew member's face, and Tasia shot her a glance.Just this time, she saw an extremely complicated expression on the other person's face, including pity, embarrassment, routine perfunctory, and a little viciousness that seemed to be absent.

"Tasia!" A young male voice came. Before Tasia could see who was in front of her, she was hurt by the bright lights in Bishop's restaurant.She instinctively raised her arm to block her eyes, but she could still hear the footsteps of people approaching her.

The approach of the crowd made her fear rise sharply, and Tasia involuntarily took a step back until someone grabbed her arm.

"Where are you going?" The voice was full of good intentions, "Tasia, look at me, I'm Dietrich!"

Dietrich.

The bloody curtain of the Grace Theater suddenly flashed back in her mind. The name was like a curse, which made Tasia tremble all over in an instant—she blinked her eyes extremely quickly, and in the gradually adapting vision, Dietrich The face became clearer and clearer.

Dietrich's hand was warm, but Tasia was frozen.

Her gaze quickly swept across the crowd behind Dietrich, and soon she saw Philip waving to him. Gustav was standing beside him, silent and submissive.

A hand casually went around her shoulder, and pinched the bone of her right shoulder vigorously, "It's great that you are safe, I was worried that something happened to you!"

Tasia turned her head—Fyence was smiling at her.

Her eyes moved down quickly, and the two legs of the person in front of her were intact, without any bloodstains.

In the midst of everyone's concern and laughter, Tasia was like a suddenly frightened horse. She struggled to shake off everyone's hands and galloped towards the door behind her. Closed, she could almost see the edge of the door moving inch by inch——

Do not! !

Tasia banged on the door angrily.

"Let me out! There is no companion here!!"

The men showed surprised expressions behind Tasia. They looked at each other and asked each other if they knew what happened to the person in front of them, but from the same puzzled eyes of the others, one could only read bewilderment.

"Tasia, calm down..." Fayence stepped forward and grabbed one of her arms, "Are you talking angry, how could we not be companions?"

Another person sighed, "There must be too many things happening on the ship during this time, so it must be frightening."

"Poor Tasia—"

"Stay away from me!" Tasia shook off Fayence's hand angrily. There was no fear in her eyes, only burning anger, "You impostors, 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. Robeau Grier—"

"Mr. Gobelin is down to pick up Helen and Sister Agnes, and he'll be up soon," Fayence's tone became stern, as impatient as ever, "don't you fool around Tasia, you weren't Is it the one that takes care of the overall situation!"

"let me go!"

The thorny monk near the window began to shout, "Everyone hold on to the railing, the helicopter is giving the signal, their men are coming!"

Fayence dragged Tasia to the corner involuntarily, holding the railing tightly with one hand, and tightly holding Tasia's arm with the other.

In the huge wind and waves, the restaurant slowly unfolded with all the lights out, just like what happened on the night of boarding.However, unlike at that time, even though all the tables, chairs and counters were fixed, when half of the dining room protruded out of the hull, the strong wind almost immediately swept away all the tablecloths, and the iron rings connecting the curtains and the window rods were also blown away. burst open.

Four men in the uniform of the Third District government jumped down from the sling in the air, and 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 cheers fiercely, as if the disaster had come to an end, and the four visitors managed to calm the people down, only to hear Tasia screaming not far away.

"They're not real! They're all fakes!" Tasia's voice was extremely hoarse, "Don't let them go ashore, never let them go ashore—"

"What's the situation?" The leading 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 is also our accompanying companion, terrified," Bree pointed to his head, "I can't tell the difference between reality and reality." Hallucination."

"Normal..." The man gave Tasia a sympathetic look, "Some people are overly nervous when they encounter a little danger... My wife is too. But don't worry, we are accompanied by a psychiatrist and a psychotherapist. She will be fine after a while."

Bree nodded, "So what are we going to do now?"

"The rescue ship is nearby," the man replied, "The four of us will come up and register your situation first, and then we will see how to decide the next plan."