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Happy Birthday song... How do you sing the whole song again?

What's the next line after "the little star shines brightly in the sky"?

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He racked his brains and realized that the only song he could sing in its entirety was the national anthem, but he couldn't just sing it casually.

Since Noah has assured me that the ring isn't a curse, Renyi is too lazy to dwell on it anymore.

It's just a thousand songs.

It sounds like a KPI that's a long way off...

But from another perspective, it can be considered a kind of "get-out-of-jail-free card"—Vanessa seemed to have used a curse on him before, but it didn't work.

Perhaps we could set a daily KPI, such as finding a secluded place to sing ten songs every day, and that would be enough in 100 days!

Having figured this out,

He comfortably put the matter out of his mind, deciding to let his future self worry about it.

There are more important things to do right now.

That evening at the bar, Noah traded a treasured gummy bear and information about the "Narwhal" for a chance to "have fun" with Renyi.

Wonka's bodyguards are actually the embodiment of the ship, and they only obey Wonka's orders. Every night, they roam between the first and fourth floors.

This is also why they could easily trick twins into going fishing.

Safety.

One of them wants to get out of the water tank, and the other two want someone to play with them. They'll definitely get along well... right?

"The deal isn't over yet."

Random's gaze returned to Noah. "What do you know about Wonka?"

"he?"

Noah enjoyed puffing on his cigarette, but didn't say a word.

The swirling smoke made it appear even more mysterious and unpredictable.

"My cigars will last you a long time," Renyi reminded him.

"Alright, alright." Noah reluctantly exhaled a smoke ring. "Wonka is a 'Life Eater,' he's lived for at least three hundred years."

"A life-eater?"

"Yes, it means exactly what it says."

He flicked off his cigarette ash.

"He prolongs his life by consuming the life force of others. This ship is his mobile dining table and hunting ground."

"There are two types of guests. One type is the 'bait' like Hek, who is tricked into coming. The other type is the 'diners' who know the truth and come here to get a share of the pie, or rather... to buy a ticket to 'immortality' from Wonka."

Noah's tone was full of mockery.

"Look, immortality is a very tempting business."

"And what about Mrs. Jasmine?"

Any questions floated in the cool air of the greenhouse, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Noah showed no intention of speaking, but slowly rubbed his index finger and thumb together, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Add money.

"..."

He casually pulled out the matchbox with the gold anchor printed on it and tossed it over, figuring he could get more stock once he found "Nya Supermarket" again.

Noah caught it easily, stuffed it into his pocket with satisfaction, and then lazily spoke:

"You could say she's a work in progress."

"A pretty can that needs constant refueling to maintain its shiny appearance."

As he spoke.

They walked towards the greenhouse door.

"Wonka devours the complete life and time of living people, while Mrs. Molly... she only needs to be angry. The younger and more vibrant the life force, the more it can revitalize her body that should already be in the grave."

He tilted his head in any direction, seemingly meaningfully.

"Compared to Mrs. Phineas, she preferred... a young man who had bled a lot and whose vitality was so strong it was almost overflowing."

This explains why she took the initiative to invite him.

For her, the smell of blood would turn her into a shark in the sea.

But there are still many suspicious points about this ship. They arbitrarily opened the greenhouse door and then asked:

"Those staff members are different from the guests."

They had no presence whatsoever, like a group of marionettes.

"Of course they're different."

"They were just like you, unlucky souls who wandered into this place by mistake."

Noah seemed unwilling to continue the conversation, so he stubbed out his nearly finished cigar on the glass and walked out the door first.

"A ship is a living thing; it needs parts."

"Those who lose their will to live will be assimilated, repeating their obsession with the positions they held in life day after day."

They were neither alive nor dead.

It was stuck in the middle, becoming a screw on the [Narwhal].

Noah smiled easily:

"Go see what interesting things your friends have discovered."

What he didn't say was that every time a new "pebble" was thrown in, the ship's time gears would start turning again from the beginning, until everyone, including Wonka's soul, was obliterated.

However, he had already seen too many opening ceremonies...

The actors have changed batch after batch, and the script has also changed, but the ending is always the same.

Noah's gaze lingered on Ren Yi's face for a moment without him noticing.

Hopefully, this time there will be a surprise.

Even so, Ren Yi had a feeling that Noah had only told half of what he wanted to say.

Moreover, when I looked at him just now, his eyes were clearly hiding something, like an audience member who had gotten the best seat in a movie theater, just waiting for the show to start.

Want to see a show, huh?

Then I'll let you see as much as you want.

"I don't believe that Mrs. Molly killed Heck."

As he reasoned, he observed Noah's expression:

"Herke's death was too contrived."

"It's more like a carefully prepared trap. You said there are two kinds of passengers on the ship: 'bait' and 'bait'. If Heck was the bait, what was the purpose of his death?"

That's quite interesting.

Noah narrowed his eyes. This young man's mind was working very fast. Even if he didn't say anything, he would probably find out tomorrow. Why not take this opportunity to get more benefits?

"You're right. Whether it's 'bait' or 'diners,' they're just appetizers for Wonka. What he really wants is the main course that will allow him to complete his final transformation."

"Main course?" I asked, pressing for more details.

"A legendary creature, capable of granting immortality..."

"Well, speaking of which, besides cigars—"

Before Noah could finish speaking, the lazy smile on his face suddenly stopped.

Renyi also sensed it.

A sudden burst of singing pierced through the thick fog at sea without warning, directly entering everyone's ears.

That singing...

Unlike the nightingale's soul-rending wailing, it didn't sound like any human being could make.

It is ethereal and distant, like the cry of a whale coming from the abyss or a secluded valley, or like a song whispering in your ear... It seems to soothe all anxiety and fill all desires.

My tense nerves were gently touched, and I completely relaxed.

"Siren..." Noah uttered two words softly.

While one's mental alarm bells are ringing loudly, the body's reaction is quite the opposite.

My vision started to blur and sway.

The plants in the greenhouse that still had some semblance of grass-like appearance all became even more bizarre... The branches and leaves were melting, the colors were shifting, and the flowers...

It looks like she's greeting him?!

Finished!

He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain briefly clearing his vision, but it wasn't enough... he needed a bigger stimulus.

He forced himself to lift his head, and his eyes met Noah's green eyes.

"you--"

"Bang!"

Noah only managed to utter one word before everything went black and a sharp pain shot through his nose.