"Come and wrestle," said the fishermen of the Octagonal Curve.
"But you have nothing to do." Amplitude 300 protested weakly, turning his head to look at Yi Cha and Ke Qier in the distance in embarrassment.
When the real and fake angels saw this, they all raised an arm and gave him different styles of encouragement from a distance. No one had the intention of coming to help.
Amplitude Three Hundred turned back blankly and looked down at the fishermen.
"Yes. We have nothing to do. So we want to wrestle." The fishermen lay on their backs and swayed together, their drop-shaped heads overlapped together, and it was impossible to tell who was who. All the sounds came from almost the same point.
"Wrestle with us and win. We will answer your question. Don't you want to ask a question?" said a fisherman with a deeper voice. "Answer any question. But wrestling won us."
"But you are just lying here." Amplitude 300 begged, his two soft hands forming a soft ball. "I won't take up too much of your time. Come on. Oh, don't take me for fun." He didn't look weak because he stayed in the well for too long, but that was the way he was.
"Hey! Have fun!"
Another loud voice came from a large pile of polyhedral heads. "That's right! Fun. Our lives lack fun."
"You can go fishing." Amplitude 300 whispered. "I thought you guys were having fun while you were working."
"We haven't fished for a long time." A fisherman said, his voice was high-pitched and thin, and he was very impatient. Their eyes are all a slit, and their eyelashes are a lot of thick, thick, parallel lines that can block the splashing sea water. "Are you from the inland? Little sandbag. Don't you know the tides in the past few decades? What are you fighting for?"
"And who said work is fun? Listen. Are you stupid?" It was a new fisherman's voice.
"The chip said so."
"Ha. I'm just saying that these law brats are all made fools by the chip. Sooner or later, their brains will break. And he doesn't even know the tides. Maybe his brain is already broken."
"Woo..."
Amplitude 300 really doesn’t know about the tides of the Ocean of Nothingness.
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you fall or not?"
The fisherman with a deeper voice took back the right to speak. "Come on. Wrestle. If you win, you can ask us any questions you want. We have nothing to do anyway."
"If you don't fall, leave quickly. Don't let us chase you." The high-pitched voice added impatiently. "You are the Law of Sound, right? I bet you cried loudly when I twisted your shoulders off. We will definitely twist them hard, and we have nothing to do anyway."
Almost all the fishermen burst out laughing.
Amplitude 300 looked back at Yi Cha and Ke Qier.
In addition to the recording officer, he is now also appointed as a temporary speaking representative - this is also an article in the "Code of Action for Groups of Three and Above". The capacity of a team of three and above is highly recommended for the existence of such a speaking representative.
Yicha and Keqier quickly reached an agreement on this matter.
Although he has been confined underground for so many years, Amplitude 300 is still a local boy.
The guys at End of the Realm aren't completely xenophobic towards other races, but they're definitely not welcoming in any way. It is most appropriate for a local person to be the representative speaker.
The situation naturally became that it was up to him to negotiate with the fishermen. The real and false angels are observing the surrounding environment.
I saw Yi Cha this time at the door of a pentagonal house, concentrating on inspecting a large vat with a lid.
Ke Qier stood high on a roof, but he noticed his gaze - and mouthed "Come on, you can do it" with a smile.
"Come on. Come on, little sandbag. Don't look at your energy friends, they can't help you." The fishermen said happily behind them.
Amplitude Three Hundred turned his head and stared at the fishermen with his big eyes.
"Don't call me little sandbag," he muttered. "The angels gave me a mission. I must complete it. Come on."
The laughter stopped for a moment.
Then he laughed harder.
"Angel...it seems you really like hanging out with energy creatures. Did your mother tell you not to make friends from outside?"
"I don't need to explain this to you." Amplitude 300 tried hard to speak forcefully. "If you want to wrestle, I'll wrestle you. And then you have to answer my questions."
"okay."
The fisherman with a deep voice laughed. "You're a good punching bag. Okay."
"Hey. Who's going? Get up! I've left a good thing to you." He said to his companions - I don't know how many of them.
The fishermen started talking about the octagonal curve, and double images appeared in the collection of stacked geometric structures. If you don't pay careful attention, you may mistake it for an illusion caused by uneven air refraction.
They argued and pushed each other.
Seconds later, one of the octopus fishermen detached himself from the group—like removing one from a coat hanger.
You can clearly see his complete appearance
The drop-shaped head and streamlined body, and the eight gracefully curved legs are not only enough for him to stand on the ground, but there are also protruding and absorbing tentacles behind each foot——
It can ensure that an octagonal curve fisherman can not only walk quickly and steadily on the smooth and wet coast, but also can be firmly stuck into any side of a 140-tetrahedron fishing boat.
"So who is this?" said the fisherman with a shrill voice.
They all look similar - it's hard to get to know each other with their usual overlapping postures.
The fisherman who responded didn't seem to bother to respond. He just raised his slit-like eyes and glanced at Amplitude Three Hundred.
"Wrestle, little sandbag. You say start. Let's start."
The tips of the fisherman's fingers are all curved inwards. You can imagine how easily such a pair of arms can handle fishing nets and various tools. He stood motionless, making no gesture. "I am the two stars of the pendulum."
"Holy crap! He's a soldier! We still have soldiers here!" The fisherman with a high-pitched voice yelled before the amplitude of 300 words could be spoken, "Did you hear that? It's still two fucking stars!"
"interesting."
The deep-voiced Octagonal Curve Fisherman has an even deeper voice. "But maybe he just served as a soldier."
"That's awesome enough. Why would a soldier do this? We'll have new fun in the future. Anyway, we all have nothing to do together now." A high-pitched voice laughed.
"Wait a minute."
The stacked lines jitter.
The fisherman with a deep voice and an octagonal curve separated from the stacked group and stood up beside them.
He should be the leader of this group of fishermen.
strangeness.
He and the two stars Bai Niu obviously looked exactly the same, but their demeanor when they stood there was completely different.
"Your friends must have money on them. Little sandbags. We all smell it. The smell of logic beads."
The fisherman leader leaned close to Amplitude Three Hundred, tilting his head. "This way. If we win, give us your money. If you win, we'll give you an extra secret."
"That's not what you just said! That's their money!" Amplitude 300 shouted.
"I thought we were just having some fun." Bainiao Liangxing said in a calm tone.
"There is no conflict. Dear two stars."
The fisherman leader chuckled twice and walked around the pendulum. "We have to continue to exist. Resources are so scarce now. Although everyone can work together to reduce losses, it is not always an option, right?"
"That's not a reason." said Bainiao Liangxing, who was quite abiding by the rules.
"What about this reason?" The fisherman leader put his shoulder on his shoulder and spread out a barbed hand. "Suddenly you, such a powerful person, and the unlucky guy who happened to be here. You might say it's a coincidence. I think we might as well call it fate. Fishermen don't go against fate, and going against fate will lead to disaster - just like going against nothingness. Like a whirlpool in the ocean."
A small pause.
Bainiao Liangxing fell into thinking this time.
"How about it? Little sandbag. Let's increase the bet. Let's tell you one more secret. If you don't want to risk your friend's money, just risk yourself." The fisherman leader said to Amplitude 300 again.
Myself... Amplitude Three Hundred was startled for a moment, and turned to look at Yi Cha and Ke Qier again. This time, the real and fake angels happened to be looking at him as well.
They said they wanted all kinds of news, the more the better.
They must want to know the secret... Amplitude 300 thought.
