Chapter 20 Sinful Thoughts

Ya looked back at the "branch" that was dripping water. The elder fish collector was unconscious, lying on the ground like a piece of soaked bark, wrinkled. "Bud," Asimov called her, turning her around.

Ya turned her head and pressed her palms on her calves, feeling nervous.

"What are you doing?" She forced her voice and asked Asimov alone. Apart from Grandpa Zhi, who was unconscious and whom she didn't want to forgive for the time being, she only knew him here. They are all fish pickers from "Chu". This made her feel a little more at ease - it was the only thing that made her feel a little more at ease. It was full of things that made her nervous. Depressing environment. The disaster that just happened. The screams and wreckage flashed through my mind. And the unfamiliar faces opposite.

For example: The strange boy sitting next to Asimov is about the same age as him, but extremely weird. Whether it was his appearance or anything else - his nose was all red and he was wearing a hat full of thin sticks - if that could be called a hat, she had never seen anything else on him, let alone described it. .

But he's pretty good. The other two people in this prison made her even more uncomfortable. One is a tall and thin multi-handed monster with transparent tumors all over his body, and the other is a gryphon with thick white eyebrows hanging straight to the ground - he is also wet, but judging from the slight movement of the feathers on his chest , he hasn’t fainted yet. But he didn't make a sound either - he didn't speak, just sighed.

Bud looked at Asimov. Waiting for his answer. Asimov opened his round eyes and looked around. He is definitely not a normal brother in "Chu". But this is the most normal thing about this place.

Asimov scratched his face and said nothing. Instead, the strange boy with the red nose next to him spoke. "...You...come to duty tomorrow morning." His voice was so thin that it was almost inaudible. Just like a little shrimp.

Little shrimps don't know how to bark. Ya frowned and glared at him. Look at Xiao Xiami moving towards her now. Sit some distance away. He looked solemn, as if he still had something to say.

"What class?" Ya turned around reluctantly and stared at him. The boy's face immediately turned as red as his nose. Lower your eyes. Mumbling something. Bud looked at the weird little hollow sticks on his hat. I remembered that he seemed to have introduced his name. "Xiao Ning" - or a name with similar pronunciation. No normal name should be pronounced like this.

The boy whose name was probably "Xiao Ning" muttered again.

Ya put her face next to his.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you! Please speak louder!" She yelled into his ear angrily.

Uncle Willy Shaw once said: If you hate someone, say it loudly. loudly. She's definitely loud enough. Xiang Ning, who originally looked expectant, was shaken all over, huddled up and trembling - looking at him, he looked like he wanted to get up and run away immediately, but his feet were already weak and he couldn't stand up.

Uncle Willy Shaw was right. And she did. But Ya couldn't be happy. It's better to be in "calyx". she thinks. I wonder how Hicks is doing. she thought again.

The castle above the clouds...the beautiful and clean goddess...

"Hmm. Uh-huh. He had something to say. But he didn't say it. Everyone. This little girl doesn't have the patience to listen. Everyone." The multi-handed monster with transparent tumors all over his body snorted. His voice was very pleasant - every word he spoke had such an intoxicating tone. But if you listen carefully, it seems that every word you say is the same as if you didn't say it. The strangest thing is his habit of saying "everyone" after every sentence... Anyway, at the end of this sentence with the same pleasant voice as if it was not said, the old griffon also spoke.

He sighed deeply.

After this sigh, the air seemed to freeze and the floor became gray.

The atmosphere was really bad. The atmosphere was even worse than when she was launched from a branch. Worse than the time her head broke. She seemed to have fallen from one puddle to another. Ya crossed her hips, ready to say loudly that she didn't just hate one person here, not just people. Then Asimov came over and slapped him on the head.

"You will be on duty tomorrow morning, Sister Ya. Each of us must be on duty to prevent this 'ship' from drifting to strange places." Asimov smiled and spoke clearly. He patted Xinning's head again, making the boy crawl out of his shell like a snail. "Wen Ning has just installed the airflow tube for blowing whales for us. We can control the direction. We have to drive here towards the 'Tuan'."

"Why are you going there?" Ya touched the top of his head and asked in confusion. But it’s such a hassle. The tension in her heart had subsided a lot.

"We are going to the Stabler's palace to find the emperor there to quell the flood. It is expected to take seven days and seven nights. It will definitely not be enough for me and him to watch. There is no food here. I am almost starving to death. So I have to help you. Watch. Maybe I have fainted by then, and you have to wake me up. Carry me over or something. Help me pass the message.

Um. The class has been arranged - thanks to Mr. R32. He seems to be pretty good at things like forms and dates--" Asimov said, and seemed to want to pat the head of the multi-handed monster covered with tumors--before he saw how it moved, the boy's hand Wrong past.

Asimov stuck out his tongue. Ya looked at his face. His face seemed a little livid beneath his smile, and his chin was pointed.

She looked suspiciously at the monster named R 32, who showed a smile that she couldn't quite understand. Was he really with them? Is he doing them a favor?

"Oh. He's fine." Asimov said with a smile. "I thought they were all pretentious bad guys before. Now it seems that we can still be good partners. This gentleman also made the suggestion to join the 'group'."

R Supplement 32 maintained the same smile as before and nodded. "This originally came from the sinful idea of ​​one of my officers. But in this emergency situation, we might as well give it a try..." He seemed to smile more, but he didn't seem to. "Maybe I was a little bit infected by him too."

He turned his neck slightly toward Asimov. "No matter what. This illegal intruder. I must apologize to the entire 'Crystal' for the neglectful behavior towards you. At the same time, I ask for your understanding. When you came, all the rules and regulations were not yet-"

"I see," Asimov said. "We don't have to talk like this anymore. Brother R complements 32."

"I have to speak like this. This is the lifelong responsibility of a news reporter. Everyone." R added 32's voice was pleasant to the ear.

"Okay." Asimov shook his hand. Don't care.

Ya couldn't understand their conversation at all.

"Sin...forget it," she said. "Why are we going there? I have other ideas."

(End of chapter)