One Piece: Caesar Curran's Fantastic Beasts Study

Both of them woke up. Monet was a little scared after being stabbed awake. Only then did she realize that Caesar was also a non-human race.

I actually fell asleep like this just now, will I not be able to wake up?

She was so frightened that she was a little paranoid. She didn't realize that she had woken up and slept well. Even though she was still afraid, she never thought about running away from Caesar.

Caesar was confused, and his mind was still a mess from just waking up.

But even so, because the two of them were still close to each other, he could clearly feel the trembling of Monet's body.

"Cold?"

"No."

"Have a nightmare."

"right......"

Yes means it, no means no, right? What's the meaning?

"Then you're okay now."

"Yeah." After a few words of conversation, although it was not nutritious, Monet at least felt relieved.

"Then wait a moment. I'll squint a little. My head is a little dazed." Caesar didn't want to continue sleeping, but he just wanted to stay in bed for a while. It's ironic to say that he could do this kind of thing in life or death. He went to work But I couldn't do it during those days of school.

Caesar, who had no experience staying in bed, fell asleep again, snoring because he was too tired.

Monet was not sleepy, especially as her eyes remained on the fork clenched in Caesar's hand.

......

Caesar woke up.

What startled him was the discovery that he had fallen asleep again.

Then he realized he was Caesar Courant.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

"right?"

For some reason, the two people couldn't see each other, but they felt that the other person was laughing silently. Maybe it was because they themselves were laughing too.

"Have you rested yet?"

"Okay, and I have already thought of a new way before."

"You're so awesome." Monet was praising him for his undivided attention.

Caesar thought he was smarter than anyone else.

"Of course, the method we used before was too time-consuming. After I calculated it, I found that we couldn't hold on for that long, so I racked my brains..."

After talking for a long time, Caesar started to talk about his method, because when he started to organize the language, he discovered that what he called "a better method" was actually not searching so carefully... Why do I Have a brain! ?

Therefore, Caesar focused on the method of hearing and arguing, and used this method to cover up the embarrassment that only he knew, without having to search so carefully.

In fact, the rough search was also based on the premise that most of the room was smooth, and this premise was only confirmed after careful exploration. Although Caesar went in a big circle based on the results, in fact, What he did was already very efficient.

Monet didn't know that clearly, but it was enough to understand that Caesar was really extraordinary.

"awesome."

"Really? Hahaha, let's get started."

Caesar and Monet separated, and they were still groping the wall, but this time they didn't use their palms as rulers to explore every place as much as possible like before. Instead, they quickly used their hands to do whatever they wanted on the wall, like a child. Clean the windows as you would the tables, and use your instincts to maximize the quick feel of the walls, looking for unusual non-smooth areas.

"Are you there?"

"exist."

Meaningless questions and answers, mainly to get used to the sound.

"Are you there?"

"exist."

In addition, the sound of footsteps and the small sounds of palms rubbing against the wall filled the darkness little by little.

......

"Are you there?"

"......"

There was no sound of "there", no footsteps or friction.

Because there was something wrong with the "Are you there?" just now, and both of them noticed it, so they stopped in unison.

"Again."

"Ok."

The communication this time was a little absent-minded, because the main purpose was to speak and listen, and what was said was not important.

This time, however, there was nothing strange about what they heard.

"Change your position and try again." When this voice was made, Caesar had already changed his position.

"Is it okay here?"

It doesn’t matter where it is, what matters is whether the sound it produces is correct.

There are indeed some slight differences in the sound, so subtle that you can't tell anything unusual if you don't listen continuously.

"Go back to where you were."

"All right."

"It's right here. Say whatever you want. Don't stop. I'll go in the direction of your voice."

"Then what did I say?"

"Whatever you say is fine, don't stop."

"Then let me sing a song." On a whim, Monet remembered a song taught by a nun. This was the only song she could sing and the only song she had ever heard.

"no need."

"Oh." Monet was a little disappointed.

"I've arrived. There is something in the middle, like a pillar...like a table. You also try to walk towards me and take a look. I just say something, what do you say? Once upon a time, there was a mountain, There is a temple in the mountain, and an old monk in the temple is telling a story. What is he telling? Once upon a time, there was a mountain..."

"oops!"

"What's wrong?" The voice was already very close.

"I think I stepped on something?"

"Be careful not to move!"

"It's not a mechanism, it's just...my shoes are torn, so I can feel that the ground I'm stepping on is not very smooth."

Monet said this for a long time, and Caesar had already followed the sound and came to Monet's side.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Isn't this your leg?"

"That's why I asked you?"

"No, otherwise how could I touch the soles of your feet with my hands." As he said this, Caesar followed Monet's legs to the soles of her feet, and then naturally moved Monet's feet away, groping carefully. There are floors with different patterns.

"Come over and touch it to see if it's a word?"

After Wu An traveled through time, there was no problem with language communication, but he was not sure whether he could also understand the characters in the One Piece world.

"I don't know many words..." Monet also came over and touched it. After thinking for a moment, he continued: "I don't know it."

Knock, press, smash, prick...

The two tried various tests on these two special places, but nothing changed.

The exploration was at an impasse again, but Caesar quickly thought of what they had to do, which was to determine the location of the pillar and the mark on the ground.

The position can only be roughly marked based on the number of steps, which is also quite difficult.

After ensuring that both of them were familiar with finding these two locations, the two began to explore again, but this time they used their feet. Maybe there was more than one mechanism that needed to be opened at the same time.

Not on the floor, not on the walls.

These are the only two places in this room that are special, and when they were sure of this, both of them became tired and hungry.

Waiting to die seems to be the only ending.

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