"Daddy, what are you looking at?"
The tender and soft voice of the young child pulled Hugo Hayes' gaze away from the photo.
He naturally turned off the phone screen, then reached out and picked the child up onto his lap: "Nothing."
From an angle that the child couldn't see, Hugo Hayes casually sent the content from his phone to the eldest of the Johnson clan, Callum Johnson.
In the same cabin, the young Sky and Frost were still engrossed in their books, oblivious to the anomaly on Hugo Hayes' face.
On the high seas.
The salvage team had already begun their work.
Even staff with extensive salvage experience couldn't help but shiver after seeing this eerie scene on the sea.
After all.
These were not animal carcasses.
They were human bodies.
"Report, the bodies on the sea have been counted, a total of 109 bodies!"