Homo sapiens.

At the intersection of traffic lights, Anthony saw that both sides of the street here are very new, and there are no potholes on the road surface, and no one runs the red light.

Of course, that may also be the reason why several traffic controllers on guard were carrying assault rifles.

The first impression given to Anthony here is that the infrastructure is not bad, and then it is orderly, not as chaotic as Manila.

Another impression is that a large part of the city is very busy.

Soon.

After passing the traffic light, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a nice looking hotel.

"Here we are, 86 pesos."

Anthony gave the money and entered the lobby of the Harvest Hotel with Christine.

Anthony was quite satisfied with the interior decoration of the hotel, at least the taxi driver didn't take them to the small hotel casually.

It's just that the two of them didn't know that the taxi company and the Fengrao Hotel were backed by a family, and when they solicited customers, they would naturally give priority to their own business.

If Anthony said he was looking for restaurants, homestays, hospitals, coffee shops, bars, supermarkets, etc., rhubarb teeth can also match his own industry.

As long as you enter the control area of ​​the Homo sapiens, it is basically impossible to avoid the industry of the Homo sapiens company.

The two of Anthony soon checked into the Fengrao Hotel.

Chapter 1 The Guest ([-])

After checking into the hotel, the two left their luggage and came to the commercial street in the port area.

"It seems that this street, like this city, is very new and very orderly." Anthony whispered as he walked.

On the street, many pedestrians wearing masks can be seen.

Especially after seeing a white man like Anthony, they will subconsciously avoid it. After all, outsiders are not just guests, and they may cause some trouble.

Christine walked to the door of a restaurant, and there was a door sign nailed to the door: No. 36 Hai Anemone Street.

I scanned the situation in the restaurant without any trace of my eyes, and found that there was nothing I wanted to know.

"Want to eat?" Anthony asked cooperatively.

Christine nodded: "Just this one!"

The restaurant is very ordinary, the decoration style does not seem to have been used as a restaurant before, and there are some traces of demolition on the walls.

The owner and chef are busy in the visible kitchen.

A young girl came over with a menu: "Two, this is the menu."

Anthony took it over and flipped through it casually. Fortunately, the menu had English and Chinese names on it, otherwise the two could only rely on guessing.

Christine, who was standing aside suddenly, her eyes fell behind the names of some dishes on the menu.

[Egg fried rice 15 pesos (artificial egg)]

[Scrambled eggs with tomatoes 10 pesos (artificial eggs)]

[Flavoured Burger Meat Pancake 18 Pesos (Synthetic Meat)]

Similar dishes accounted for two-thirds of the menu, and the prices of dishes marked with natural eggs and natural meat were nearly doubled.

Christine asked curiously: "Is there any difference between natural eggs and artificial eggs?"

The little girl was a little confused: "I don't know, they all taste the same, and artificial eggs are cheap."

Anthony and Christine looked at each other, and they ordered fried rice with eggs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and hamburger pancakes.

Among them, hamburger pancakes only have synthetic meat, while egg fried rice and tomato scrambled eggs order artificial eggs and natural eggs respectively.

In addition, Christine also proposed to take a look next to the kitchen. The boss did not object to this. After all, artificial eggs and synthetic meat are officially required by all companies that use them, and they must be clearly marked on the labels and menus.

Anyway, natural products and artificial products, how to choose is the freedom of customers.

But Anthony and Christine found that most of the local customers who came to order food mainly chose man-made products.

Standing by the glass window, Christine saw the boss pour out a large spoonful of viscous liquid mixed with yellow and white from a large plastic bottle, and then put it into a large iron pot.

She opened Google Translate and scanned the label on the big plastic bottle, which read: Haitian artificial egg liquid, net weight 5 liters, designated retail price 300 pesos, ingredient list...

After reading the list of ingredients, Christine searched the ingredients of the eggs again and found that the two were almost the same.

Just when she looked surprised, the boss had already sprinkled a handful of chopped green onion on the egg fried rice, and a large plate of egg fried rice was freshly baked.

But when she was scrambling natural eggs, she found a problem. The boss cracked an egg, and the big spoon was less than half full.

Back to the table.

After a while, the meals for the two of them were served.

Christine's natural egg fried rice has only a few scattered eggs, while Anthony's artificial egg fried rice has at least double the amount.

"There's a huge difference in price and serving size..." Christine said as she picked up a spoon, ate a mouthful of fried rice with natural eggs, and another mouthful of fried rice with artificial eggs.

Anthony also tried it separately: "Huh? This artificial one doesn't have the smell of eggs."

Christine tasted it carefully, and indeed found that the only difference between the two was that the artificial eggs had no eggy smell, and there was no obvious difference in other textures and tastes.

Now she understands, the taste is more perfect, the nutritional content is similar, and the price is so cheap, no wonder the boss of the catering industry will choose artificial eggs.

When customers consider their wallets, they will most likely choose artificial eggs.

"Haitian artificial eggs... Haitian agriculture... Isn't this a company controlled by the Fernando family?" ' thought Christine to herself.

After lunch, the two walked on the street with a lot of thoughts.

Since stalls are not allowed on this commercial street, the two did not encounter all kinds of small vendors like those on the streets of Manila.

Randomly stopped an electric tricycle on the side of the road, and the two began to tour the city.

The driver of the tricycle was a skinny young man who introduced the situation along the way with a smile.

After passing through four or five streets in a row, Anthony asked nonchalantly, "Why don't you see that kind of small businessman on the side of the road?"

"What? Oh... you mean roadside stalls?" The young man finally realized: "There are special pedestrian streets and small markets where stalls can be set up, and stalls are not allowed in areas without permission."

Anthony continued to ask: "So that's the case, isn't there such a law in Manila?"

The young man shook his head: "I don't know, I have never left Lucena, does America have such a law?"

"Yes, America has it too."

During the chat, the tricycle passed by a bar, and Christine asked curiously: "The name of this bar is exactly the same as a small town in California."

The young man glanced at the bar: "Oh... this bar? It seems to be opened by an Australian, but that unlucky guy disappeared a while ago, and now the bar has been closed for more than three months."

"Oh! It's scary. Does this happen often here?" Christine covered her mouth and asked with some fear.

"Haha, don't worry, the law and order is very good now. That guy disappeared at sea. I heard that a dozen people from the entire yacht disappeared together."

Anthony frowned: "Hasn't anyone been found yet?"

"No, I heard that they disappeared near Swallow Island, and even the yacht was not found."

"Swallow Island..." Anthony wrote down the name calmly, and then changed the topic: "Is there any interesting beach nearby? It's better to be in a safer area."

The young man suddenly smiled brighter: "You are asking the right person. The Golden Beach in the eastern suburbs of Lucena is a scenic spot for tourists, and the price of consumption inside is not high, and there are special security guards."

"Is there any fun project over there?" Christine asked with great interest.

"There are diving, aquariums, water parks, seafood restaurants, fishing, surfing... By the way, there is also simulated survival. This project will teach you many survival skills, and you can also experience the ancient method of cooking salt." The young man introduced it like a few treasures .

Christine hugged Anthony's arm: "Honey, how about going to this golden beach scenic spot?"

"OK! OK!" Anthony turned his head and said, "Please take us to the Golden Beach Scenic Spot, it shouldn't be far away, right?"

"It's not far, just a little more than 4 kilometers, and it will take about 10 minutes."

"OK, let's go to the Golden Beach Scenic Area."

The tricycle turned around and drove towards the Golden Beach scenic spot in the eastern suburbs.

At this time, Christine was looking at the tourist map in her hand, and then carefully looked at Google Maps. She found that about 3 kilometers across the sea from the Golden Beach Scenic Area was Swallow Island.

This made her subconsciously glance at the young man who was driving, and then she put away her examining gaze and looked at the customs on both sides.

Chapter 1 The Guest ([-])

The golden sand beach scenic spot in the eastern suburbs of Lucena.

After Anthony and Christine arrived here, they found that there were a lot of tourists here, but there were not many white tourists.

Say goodbye to tricycle drivers.

The two bought tickets to enter the scenic spot.

Many locals with their families also play here.

On the beach, the fine sand, under the reflection of the sun, slightly reflects the golden light, the waves beat on the beach, and countless white foams are repeatedly disillusioned and reborn.

The salty sea breeze and warm sunshine make people involuntarily want to lie down and feel this quiet scenery quietly.

I bought freshly squeezed coconut juice on the beach side street, and Anthony found that the price here is really not high, only 8 pesos for two cups of freshly squeezed coconut juice.

Christine was sitting under a parasol, holding her mobile phone, turning on the telescope function, and observing the Swallow Island 3 kilometers away.

There are no strange buildings on that island, and no obvious human activities.

"What do you think of that driver?"

Christine put down her phone and took a sip of coconut juice: "No problem, I observed his micro-expressions the whole time, and nothing unusual happened, how about you?"

"Same, his heartbeat is very stable, there is no trace of tension." Anthony replied, while listening to the wind and grass around him calmly.

Christine put down the coconut juice: "In other words, that guy did disappear in the waters off Swallow Island?"

"Not necessarily, it may be fake news deliberately released by the other party."

"Then do you want to go to that island to have a look?"

Anthony shook his head: "No, what if it's a trap? We're not here to find those unlucky ones."

The two didn't notice that two flies were clinging to the frame of the parasol, quietly listening to their conversation.

The tricycle driver waiting for passengers at the entrance of the scenic spot slowly released a dragonfly in the toilet beside him, and then returned to the tricycle as if nothing had happened, waiting for the guests.

Christine and Anthony didn't know that they were being targeted.

evening.

sunset.

The two took a taxi back to Fengrao Hotel.

As soon as they returned to the hotel room, the two of them turned dark.

Fifteen hours later, in a manor in the suburbs.

Anthony, who woke up from a coma, immediately found that his clothes and all his belongings had been stripped clean.

He saw Christine and Anthony, who were also tied up, looked very ugly.

'what happened?Could it be exposed?Impossible, this time I came here without using the channel of the Black Ship, and I have no contact with the Black Ship, how could I be exposed...'

'Is it an accident?I encountered a kidnapping incident?Calm down, calm down first, someone is coming...' Two footsteps appeared in his ears.

The alloy door slowly opened, and two unknown persons in protective clothing appeared in front of Anthony, and one of them took out a syringe.

"Oh! No, no... buddy, I'm willing to pay the ransom, don't hurt us..." Anthony shouted pretending to be very flustered.

However, the soldier didn't stop at all, and directly drew a tube of blood from Anthony, and another tube of blood from Christine.

Christine, who was stung, finally came to her senses. She quickly calmed down, glanced at Anthony, and then tried to use the rope release technique to untie the binding rope.

"The escape technique is useless." Another soldier calmly reminded.

For an instant, Christine's body froze slightly, and then she wanted to quibble, but after seeing Shang Bingren's emotionless gaze, she felt a chill in her heart.

At this time, Anthony also realized that the other party probably already knew his details, so he calmly asked, "Who are you?"

"It's not important." The soldier remained calm.

"I want to know how you found us? Can you satisfy a little curiosity of me, a loser?" Christine seemed to give up on herself.

The soldier glanced at her: "Why do you think I will tell you?"