Mo Ling stared at the shark carcasses on the metal floor, somewhat dazed.
'So… were these the sharks from my dream?'
He stepped forward and picked up one of the shark carcasses.
Squeezing it, he felt a rubbery texture. It was very strange.
As his palm tightened, the shark's body unexpectedly let out a SQUISH SQUISH sound, just like a rubber toy.
At the same time, a foul stench assaulted him, like the smell of low-quality plastic.
The disgusting smell was too much for Mo Ling. He immediately threw the shark carcasses into the nearby sea.
Even after tossing the carcasses, a disgusting, sticky feeling lingered on his palm.
Mo Ling's thoughts returned to the dream.
'Teleportation can even happen in a dream?'
Sharks, spiders…
'The spiders were the robots on the ship, and the sharks were those strange Sound Sharks.'
A robot on the ship was still diligently recording something. As Mo Ling continued to watch, he discovered it was actually composing a new notice.
