Chapter 3 Bedroom and Prison

They returned to the sandy village at the end of the shallows and dumped the fish into a shallow pool under the central coconut trees. The fish collectors gathered in a circle and began to absorb energy. They looked at the fish, each holding a coconut and sucking the juice - the juice of the coconuts was red.

it's dark. The eyes of the fish collector looked like many fixed sparks in the dark night.

"Are you hungry? Uncle Willy Xiao, I'm still very hungry."

Asimov emptied a coconut and threw it aside. "Why can't we just eat the fish? It's enough to drink these things all day long." His complaint reached the ears of the fish pickers around him. They suddenly jumped up as if they were facing an enemy, and watched in horror as the boy retreated.

"Oh? What did I say again?" Asimov scratched his head.

The situation was far more serious than he thought, and the crowd quickly split in two before him, quickly passing off bad words to each other. This kind of thing always happens very quickly. A shirtless fish picker rushed up to them and lifted the boy up from the back of his neck.

"Excuse me. My brother." The shirtless man had no expression on his face and nodded slightly to Willy Xiao. "I think there was something mentally wrong with Asimov."

"As long as there is no problem with your strong reflexes and willpower." Willy Xiao joked. The boy swayed in the air and made a sound like a dolphin. This made Willy Xiao's smile less cheerful. "My brother. Why all the fuss?" He held out his hands to the man. "He just wanted something to eat."

The man shook his head. "Hunger is the first sign of madness. I'm afraid we have to lock him up."

He picked up Asimov and walked away without looking back. The boy insisted on walking by himself, but no one paid attention to his insistence.

The fish collectors gathered together again.

At first, Willy Shaw was quite happy with the result. He thought so as he returned leisurely to his sand cave with his pockets in his pockets. You can ask for leave yourself. You can just skip collecting fish tomorrow. It doesn't matter. He didn't want to take a stupid kid to a place where he had no confidence. He has never been there! Villages in the interior exist only in legend—and not even in legend.

In addition to the strict prohibition against starvation, the fish collectors also insist that there are no other human gathering places except this village called "Cha".

Willy Shaw never understood their rules. He never cared too much. Anyway, all fish pickers always respect him very much. The respect of his family members is enough to satisfy him. As for what everyone thinks in their minds——

"If you weren't Willy Shaw, my brother, you'd be considered crazy." He remembered what the man said to him before he left.

Willy Xiao looked down at his feet. Found myself on a saucer-shaped schist formation above Asimov's Sand Cave.

go Ape. he thinks. It's a bit of a bummer accusation indeed.

"Only by being really crazy can you prove that you are not crazy."

——"This sentence was said by Willy Shaw"

And the great Willy Shaw has a point.

He jumps down. Climb over the rock wall. The environment is quiet and the whole process is relaxing and enjoyable. He never seemed to be out of his element.

Between the sand piles are three caves of different sizes. Willy Shaw considered for a while whether a normal, dignified, mature fish collector would place his residence in a larger hole, or whether his family prison would be placed in a larger hole. Honestly, it's hard to find the right answer right away. In their customs, which one is more important, prison or bedroom?

While I was thinking hard, I heard the boy's thin cry from behind.

Asimov was hung from the top of a tall and thin coconut tree. The top of the tree was divided into two perfect branches, and the boy was hung on a rope in the middle. It looked like he could be bounced straight away like a marble--a marble roasted by fire. The back of the coconut tree was coated with a layer of ignited grease that had burned up to his buttocks. He drooped his head in the white smoke of burning grease, half-conscious and half-conscious.

But the arrival of Willy Shaw was enough to cheer him up. The boy was so excited to see his savior. Wake up immediately and say hello loudly. Willy Xiao studied the tree trunk for a while and tried to climb the tree to rescue the boy, but failed - the main reason may be because he didn't try that hard either.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Uncle Willy Shaw." Asimov kicked his legs wildly and shouted down. "Otherwise, if dad finds out, he will call Grandpa Zhi! I will be dead!"

"Don't say those words in front of them, or you won't die! You are not the great Master Willy Xiao! Just say whatever you want!"

"If they find out, our plan will be ruined! Oh my God!" The boy continued to scream without hearing anything.

What a weird little brat. Asimov sometimes does not seem like a "Chu" person. He is not like other fish collectors, not like his father and mother, but more like himself. It made him feel like he wasn't even that special anymore. How abominable. Willy Xiao didn't even raise his head, looking for something in the sand that could be used as a ladder or a fruit pole.

Why did they discover it? He came so secretly that even he didn't notice it. He made up his mind that if there was no satisfactory progress within five minutes, he would leave Asimov here. After all, he was not locked up in prison, but hung directly on the gallows...

The arcane scholar shook his head. I had a vague feeling that something was not quite right with my thinking. But he was in such a light and happy mood. I can't tolerate such dark thoughts.

whatever. It doesn’t matter if it’s five minutes or not. He had dug out four sand piles and was quite pleased with his efforts. He returned to the tree with a chipped shell ax in one last attempt before leaving the boy behind.

He swung the ax awkwardly. It was surprising to find that the coconut tree was no match for the shabby ax and his unpretentious movements. Asimov fell face first into the sand at his feet, grunting. But this soon proved to be a fake move - after discovering that such an action could not arouse Willy Shaw's sympathy, the boy got up quickly. He grabbed Willy Xiao's clothes and climbed all the way onto his back.

"Hurry up and carry me away!" The boy was riding on the mystical scholar's shoulders, pointing forward, and giving orders with dignity. Willy Shaw decided to deal with him later. He carried him away from the territory and back to the coastline.

"Okay." Willy Shaw said, leaving Asimov on the beach. But the boy moved nimbly on top of him, jumping from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, but he couldn't shake him off.

"I have nowhere to go! You saw it today, Uncle Willy Shaw! They are planning to launch me! Just like other crazy people!" He chuckled. "Let's set off tonight!"

(End of chapter)