The man closes his eyes and reclines on the sofa, as if asleep.

Alisa pushes the door open and heads for the door that makes the sound.

Alisa stops at the door of the room and taps gently. There is no movement in it.

"Open the door quickly, little friend. Sister will help you..." Alisa tries to keep her voice down. She doesn't want to wake up the devil.

For a long time, the door lock rings softly and a small face appears.

A four or five-year-old child, dressed in a proper suit, looks very cute, with big eyes full of fear, dark eyes timidly looking at her.

Alisa sighs and crouches down with a smile.

"What's your name, little friend? Why are you here alone? I will take you to eat! "

Before Alisa speaks, the boy calls out in a panic, "Uncle..."

Alisa turns around subconsciously, with a muzzle on her head.

"Are you looking for death?" The voice is vicious, without a trace of temperature.

Does he call him uncle? Is this man the little boy's uncle? What's going on?

Alisa turns around unhurriedly. "Is this your nephew? Are you not afraid to frighten him when you use a gun in front of him? "

"Go back to your room, or break your leg bones..."

The voice is so cold that it makes people feel cold all over.

"Well, it's your nephew anyway. It's none of my business. Just go away. It's really good intentions without good rewards..."

Back at the door of her room, the man slams the door and adds a lock.

At night, Alisa hears the sound of the whistle, and the boat is shaking. She is shocked. Is the boat moving?

She runs out in a hurry, but before she can stand still, suddenly the boat shakes violently and throws Alisa to the ground.

Alisa gets up, reaches out and twists the lock of the door. Unexpectedly, she suddenly turns it open. It seems that the man didn't lock her all the time.

At the moment of opening the door, a stream of water comes in from the outside and drenches Alisa instantly.

The ship is limping. It seems that there is a storm outside!

From time to time, the strong wind blows up the huge waves to lift the ship high and throw it down heavily. Bitterly salty water pours into the cabin, and many doors are opened.

Alisa, holding back her discomfort, goes to the little boy's room.

Sure enough, the door is also washed by the sea water, and the little boy shows a pair of frightened eyes. Seeing Alisa push the door in, he suddenly jumps into Alisa's arms, "Afraid, afraid..."

His Chinese is not very fluent either. He speaks intermittently. Alisa sits down against the wall and holds him tightly in her arms.

"Darling, don't be afraid, I will tie you to the boat now, so that you won't be afraid, OK?"

The boy seems to understand Alisa's words, nods obediently and lets Alisa fix his small body on the boat.

"Don't be afraid, go to see if your buckle is OK?"

The little boy nods, his eyes showing an expression of attachment.

Alisa struggles into the inner cabin and pushes open the door of the room. The water has wet everything in the room. The sheets and quilts are wet.

The man must be still in a coma. He's all wet with blisters. The gun is also in the water.

"Hey, wake up, wake up..."

Alisa leans hard, her voice is soon drowned by the wind and rain, and he doesn't wake up at all.

Reaching for his forehead, he is horribly hot.

Oh, is this man infected with wound? What can she do?

When another big wave comes, Alisa reaches for the edge of the bed and doesn't fall. The man is so miserable that he is thrown under the bed and falls heavily on the bulkhead.

Alisa trudges over, pulls the sheet off and ties him to the foot of the bed to prevent him from being thrown away.

After all this, she is too tired to hold her feet and lets the sea water sink in waves.

Alisa's stomach is tumbling and she feels sick.

Every second of limping is unbearable.

At this time, in another big ship, bad weather also causes a huge limp.

Davis is standing in the cab, already soaks in the sea.

"Young master, such bad weather is likely to capsize. Shall we find a harbor to avoid it?"

Jordan suggests that it is actually the captain's suggestion, but the captain doesn't dare to tell Davis.

"Keep going..."

Two days later, he manages to trace the whereabouts of the ferry. If they stop sailing like this, they may lose the clue.

"Yes, young master!" Jordan turns and walks out.

The wind and waves are still the same, the course is not changed, he wants to see her, he wish he could fly with wings in his heart.

He has to keep his eyes on the satellite map ahead, and a little red dot appears.

He quickly turns around and grabs Jordan. "What is this?"

Jordan is stunned for a moment. "There is a boat about 100 nautical miles ahead."

There is a little excitement in Davis's heart, "Speed up."