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e of the ship and his face against the hull, his lips were shaking, his eyes were filled with tears, but he was unable to speak.
Andrews could hear James shaking and he seemed to be passed out. he quickly took the water bottle, opened it, approached James, fed him drinking water, and injected the veins in James' chest and neck.
\"Are you okay?\" he asked quietly.
\"I'm going to die. Save me, save me,\" James tried to get these words out. his face was like paper, and his eyes were swollen and covered with red eyes.
Andrews stood up and walked to the deck, searching everywhere. he searched every corner of the deck, except the boat; Rope ladder No wood planks. therefore, he abandons the idea and looks at the immediate situation.
this is a small fishing village. the beach is covered with houses and many high rise buildings. Andrews wondered if he was lucky enough to find a boat. he decided to go home to find out, and he was able to run safely.
After Andrews walked a few hundred meters along the beach, he heard a noise in the distance.
there were two people in the room, a young man lying in a rocking chair and playing with a cat. he was wearing casual clothes and appeared fortable with his eyes closed, as if concentrating. there was also a man in his 30s who appeared to be a clerk wearing red clothes. Just now, while loading the shelves, the other party saw Li Jiahong entering the store and greeted him with a smile.
\"hello,
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