I have nothing but IQ [infinity]

Chapter 15 The exchange of words and guns.

The next day, everyone got up very early, but their complexions were worse than one, and they looked like they hadn't woken up.

Qin Lige was as heartless as ever, he had the best complexion among the group, and he ate breakfast leisurely, as if what happened last night had no effect on him at all.

The veterans have long been used to his attitude, but Li Wei, a newcomer, couldn't help asking him, "Why are you still able to sleep? You almost died yesterday."

"If I don't sleep, I'm afraid more people will die today." Qin Lige lowered his eyes and ate his breakfast, not even bothering to lift his head.

Li Wei was blocked by his words, and suddenly he couldn't say anything. He found a chair and sat down resentfully.

The morning sun shone on the blue ocean, and it looked a bit romantic from a distance. A few early-rising guests gathered beside the railing, chatting with each other in a relaxed manner.

Song Qiao glanced back and sighed enviously: "I really want to be like them, obviously staying on the same yacht, why are they so happy, we have to perform some mission."

Ye Jingya said with a cold face: "Don't forget the purpose of our coming here, do you think you are on vacation?"

Song Qiao closed her mouth, and muttered unconvinced: "I'm just saying, why are you so fierce..."

Sitting beside her, Chen Zhenjun clearly heard her complaints, he frowned: "This is not a game, Ye Jingya is doing it for your own good."

Song Qiao stopped talking, but her expression was aggrieved. Yin Yue reached out to pat her on the shoulder hesitantly, but was also missed.

It's only early in the morning, and the atmosphere of the whole team is so embarrassing, what should we do for the next day.

Yin Yue was used to looking for Qin Lige whenever she needed something. She raised her small face and looked at him expectantly, only to find that Qin Lige's gaze had already been fixed on Song Qiao.

... No, to be precise, it was fixed on the tall figure behind Song Qiao.

Qin Lige raised his head and watched the man approaching. He was wearing a white uniform with his shirt buttoned all the way to the top. His face was deeply contoured and his pupils were like the sea behind him. Pure azure.

As the man approached, several people looked at him and discussed in whispers.

"Is that the captain?"

"No, didn't you hear that he never appeared casually?"

"Definitely, look at how handsome he is. The only man on this ship who is so handsome in uniform is the captain."

The man walked straight to their table, lowering the brim of his hat slightly to hide the astonished eyes of others.

"Can I take a step to talk to you?"

Qin Lige's eyes fell on the sign hanging on his chest, where his name Phil was written, and he smiled, "Of course."

The other teammates were very conscious, and immediately got up and followed them to transfer positions. Phil led them into the empty banquet hall and closed the door.

"Sorry for taking the liberty to invite you here." Phil took off his hat and motioned for them to sit on a big table in front of him. "I think you should have noticed that something strange happened to this ship."

As soon as these words came out, everyone froze for a moment.

Phil saw their hesitation at a glance: "Don't be surprised. As the captain here, I must be the first person to know about any accidents on this ship."

"What does this have to do with us?" Qin Lige was not too surprised, he asked: "Do you think we brought the abnormality?"

"If it was your abnormality, I wouldn't talk to you so nicely." Phil said softly.

Yin Yue couldn't understand it for a while, when she heard a sudden movement from all around, several sailors in uniform rushed out one after another, holding weapons towards them.

The newcomers were all stunned, and Lin Lili couldn't utter a word of shock: "What, what's wrong, he, he and the others..."

Qin Lige glanced back at them, and raised the corners of his mouth at Phil: "This is a bit ugly, are you sure you want to talk to us like this?"

Phil looked at him quietly, Qin Lige's eyes were always full of smiles, but there was a coldness in his eyes, Felton paused for a moment, then simply raised his hand.

The crew immediately retreated back with their weapons in their hands, and their movements were so uniform that they were hardly like ordinary people.

Yin Yue timidly shrank behind Qin Lige, watching them all back away for a few seconds: "...Are they really crew members? Are all crew members so powerful?"

"Ordinary people don't have it, but the lives of the guests on the Siren are more precious than all of us combined." Phil waved them back and sat down at the table himself, "Then we have to It's getting better."

"Is Siren the name of this yacht?" Song Qiao asked curiously.

Phil turned his head to look at her: "So, you didn't get on the Siren after receiving the invitation letter."

Song Qiao froze for a moment, immediately covered her mouth, and looked at Qin Lige cautiously.

"Didn't you already know that?" Qin Lige said, "Otherwise, how dare you use weapons against our precious lives?"

Phil narrowed his eyes and glanced at him.

Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. In order not to talk nonsense, she consciously ran behind Chen Zhenjun and pretended to be dead.

"So, how did you know?" Qin Lige tapped his fingertips on the table lightly, making small regular noises, "Why don't you tell me?"

"You're missing one person, right?" Phil unconsciously looked at Qin Lige's fingers and frowned, "I've been observing you all yesterday, and your expressions are very strange. Although you've been eating, the relationship between each other There was no communication at all, but even so, I can't be sure..."

"You saw our table suddenly overturned." Qin Lige said.

When Phil was interrupted by him, he paused for a moment. At the moment when he lost his mind, the power of thought quietly penetrated into his body.

Before Qin Lige had time to do anything, he felt as if his brain had been hit hard by something suddenly, and the pain made his eyes go black.

"Qin Lige!"

"Ah, this, this is... Ziwu?"

"No, it's not. It's not purple, it's pink."

Qin Lige shook his head, the sight in front of him gradually became clear, Phil frowned and looked at him: "...Although I don't know what you did, I feel that it is not a good thing."

Qin Lige turned his head, the mist that the team was shouting just now had disappeared, Chen Zhenjun said: "Just now there was a burst of purple... pink mist from Phil's body, we all saw it."

"But the purple mist is not the sea..." Song Qiao said halfway, but Yin Yue covered her mouth from the side: "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Phil asked coldly, "What is the sea? What's the matter with this fog?"

"I really want to ask you." Qin Lige's head was still hurting like hell, he frowned, "Where did you get this powder mist into your body?"

"I've never been exposed to these powder mist before." Phil said.

Qin Lige rubbed his forehead, and with this movement, he secretly glanced back at Min En.

He has been standing quietly at the same place, occasionally making some expressions of surprise or fear in line with the current scene.

From an outsider's point of view, it couldn't be more normal, even Qin Lige couldn't fault it.

"I haven't touched these powder mist before, what about strangers?" Qin Lige turned his head and looked straight into Fei'er's eyes: "Maybe it's a woman with a good singing voice?"

Phil said, "Never."

His tone was very affirmative, and in the end he was afraid that they would still have doubts, so he said: "There are no women in the crew on this ship, and I never take the initiative to communicate with maids and guests."

Then things will be difficult.

Qin Lige pondered for a moment, then Phil said: "I don't care who you are, no accidents are allowed on my boat, please get rid of him."

Although the tone was please, it was tougher than anyone else.

"Has there been an accident?" Qin Lige was suppressed by Phil's aura, and continued to smile as if he didn't feel it: "I guess, someone died yesterday? Is it the clown and a maid?"

Phil's eyes moved, fixed on Qin Lige.

Qin Lige ignored his gaze and stood up slowly: "I regret to tell you that only we can solve this problem now."

"So there are only two things you can do now. First, allow access to any location on this ship, including the fifth and sixth floors. Second," Qin Lige smiled and raised his second finger : "Send someone to protect us. If we die, the ship will be destroyed."

Phil looked at Qin Lige gloomyly, but his eyes gradually returned from fierce to calm after all, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "...you are fine."

"Thank you." Qin Lige has always been willing to accept compliments from others, and he is not hesitant to give back: "You are not bad, too."

Phil: "..."

Standing aside, Chen Zhenjun looked at Phil's face turning blue and then turning pale, guessing that the line in his heart was probably "I hate your mother", and immediately filled with sympathy: "Okay, then let's go, we will die later There will be more people."

Qin Lige responded, and walked towards the door first, about to open it.

"In the next few days, my crew will protect you quietly, and I hope you can do what you promised."

Qin Lige turned his head, looked at Phil's serious face, and smiled: "Don't worry."

After leaving the banquet hall, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yin Yue looked up at Qin Lige in admiration: "Brother Qin, why are you not afraid? Phil is so terrifying."

Chen Zhenjun answered for Qin Lige: "I've never seen him be afraid, so there's no surprise."

What he said made sense, and Yin Yue nodded in agreement.

Ye Jingya looked at Qin Lige, and was about to ask him about his next move, but Qin Lige suddenly asked: "Qi Ling, are you sure what you saw is powder mist?"

It was Qi Ling who called out the powder mist at the first moment, and Qi Ling said with certainty: "I'm sure."

When she said that the pattern on the knife was the maid, not many people found out, but now that the maid really died yesterday, no one dared to underestimate her.

Qin Lige stroked his chin and thought deeply: "That's weird..."

If he's wrong, who are the real Sirens?

The author has something to say:

Chen Zhenjun: Thank you for the invitation. I am both pained and happy to have such a cowardly and highly intelligent military teammate.

When did I become so cold about my physique, hug me tight qaq