The wind blew dryly on Luo Binhan's face. Despite Garfield's obstruction, Luo Binhan still felt uncomfortable. He felt like he was going bald, or that his bladder was exploding, or that he was covered in magical leeches. Of these three consequences, from the most serious to the least, one of them must have happened to him, and it would not leave him intact anyway.
Small shadows like kites flitted across the sand, just like seagulls silhouettes reflected on the vast expanse of blue water. They flew like this for a long time, perhaps ten days and nights. But there is no day and night change here, and the measurement of time seems meaningless. They just followed the soldiers slowly.
Now Luo Binhan has a new perspective on them. These armored beings are not living creatures, as they are more mechanical than Asabam. Their steps were horribly coordinated, far superior to any well-trained army. Their dedication to their destination is also incomprehensible, and they never take a break along the way.
Luo Binhan had enough time to observe them and use a seven-color telescope to check the armor and weapons on them. He noticed that they were wearing a very fine type of fish scale armor, or more specifically some kind of leaf armor. The metal sheets of the thin leaf armor were cleverly connected in series to cover the entire body of the soldiers, even the helmets and greaves. When they move around, they raise obvious wrinkles at their joints, and their loose and fallen nails are hanging and swaying on the sides of their clothes. It's more like they have a layer of weird skin scales.
Luo Binhan lacked knowledge about armor, but he felt that it was unlike any ancient armor he knew. He also wanted to see how the soldiers were eating or excreting, but there was no sign that they were doing anything of the sort. He also tried to talk to the voice that seemed to be Upsilon, but the other party did not always respond. It was a cyclical conversation. Every once in a while, for about half a day in Luo Binhan's feelings, Upsilon's voice appeared in his mind.
"Yeah! It's coming, it's coming! Are you okay now, Mr. Zhou Yu?"
Whenever such a moment came, the other party would greet him so cheerfully. The tone is bright and healthy, without any hint of melancholy, fear, urgency, or any other bitterness or hatred. He would enthusiastically ask about Luo Binhan's physical condition, encourage him and his partners to forge ahead despite hardships, and also advise him to maintain a more benign interpersonal relationship and not to anger someone who could throw him from the sky at any time. girl. For this reason, Upsilon also sang an ancient folk song of White Star in his head. The theme was about how a certain fisherman got the love of the sea goddess, and then captured the heart of the storm goddess, and finally... It ended with the body sinking to the bottom of the sea. Unfortunately, the song was too long. Halfway through the song, the mysterious and unpredictable spiritual connection between him and Upsilon was suddenly interrupted, making it difficult for Luo Binhan to know how the fisherman revealed his secret.
That made him feel a little comforted, but also filled with doubts. He asked more than once where exactly Upsilon was trapped, but the other party always explained it lightly. This inevitably reminded him of what a certain Black Star had done to him, so when the voice asked him about the whereabouts of Momolo or the identity of Asabam, Luo Binhan always showed a little cunning and deliberately said Gotta be ambiguous.
He felt uncertain. If it was really Upsilon, of course he would have to find ways to rescue it, but if he considered the matter rationally, he had to admit that the reliability of the voice was not higher than that of Asabam. There are positive signs, such as the shiny metal ribbon, but there are also many puzzling signs, such as Fei claiming that she cannot hear the voice described by Luo Binhan.
This matter tortured him for a while, and finally he expressed his wavering to Asabam in vague words. Of course, it was not convenient for him to express his doubts about "Upsilon". In fact, he used an expression that he thought was very technical.
"Shouldn't you and Tiaozi have a grudge?" he said.
Asabam didn't answer. They hadn't spoken since they started moving. This made Luo Binhan very dissatisfied, of course not because Asabam ignored him, but because she happened to ignore him after seeing the book. Could it be that she had some doubts about the source of the book? But it was indeed Bang Bang who bought it. He maintained 100% innocence in this matter and would never allow him to be slandered by a hateful killer. However, given that rumors tend to spread the more they are denied, Luo Binhan wisely decided to avoid this matter for the time being. He could have waited until he reunited with Jing Huang and then forced Asabam to write a pledge to forget the matter forever.
"I'm serious." He cleared his throat, "Have you ever met that cop?"
"No," Asabam said.
She answered quickly, which surprised Luo Binhan. Then he remembered that Upsilon was once attacked by a person dressed as Jing Huang. He thought it was Asabam, but Jing Huang said it was not. Now it seems that Jing Huang may be right. The attacker of Upsilon should be the person he and Asabam are chasing at this time. The winged leader who is planning something unknown, the former helper of the old conspirator.
This inevitably reminded him of another thing. Jing Huang's understanding of Asabam - Luo Binhan had not considered this matter carefully before falling into the current situation, but now he finally understood how much Jing Huang knew about Asabam. The pirate leader knew her character and even the meaning of her name. What does this mean? This means that the pirate leader has a lot of things that need to be explained to him, including the relationship between the old conspirator and the Silence, and one day Luo Binhan will shave off all the hair on his head.
"You have met the young master before." Luo Binhan said, "But he is different from you. What can you expect him to do? You might as well go your own way."
He did not look back, knowing that Asabam would be silent and that the opportunity to tell the truth had long passed. Now they have to return to a more realistic issue, how two prisoners can choose to cooperate to a limited extent in a difficult situation so that they can persist until the time when life and death begins. And although Luo Binhan's historical achievements are not necessarily better than mathematics, he understands the essence out of nature: he has to keep Assam's attention on the outside, even if it is a real Upsilon. As for himself, he did not make no contribution to the universe during this period. He was thinking about how to torture Jing Huang.
"I'm a little suspicious of that note now." He finally confessed to Asabam, "Isn't this thing pretending to be something?"
"His colonial clothes." Asabam said concisely.
"Yes, his belt glowed, and I saw it too. But is there no other way in the world? He was kidnapped, or mind-controlled. I think it's a little bit interesting. And you didn't hear it? The tone of his voice... could someone be so playful when trapped?"
Asabam stopped talking again. Luo Binhan turned his head and glanced at her, and found that she had not closed her eyes to rest, she had been staring at him.
"I think you know what she means," Garfield added.
"He's still singing!" Luo Binhan shouted angrily.
This time he overcame the other two prisoners, at least Asabam stopped staring at him. They continued to march with the soldiers, remaining silent for most of the time, except for a few brief conversations on rare occasions. Luo Binhan could never describe the feeling, but he finally couldn't bear it in the long loneliness. He began to sing loudly while Asabam stared at him wordlessly.
The accident happened when he was singing the ninety-third song.
