world's most stupid

The tall weirdo led He Chun and the others around the coastline for a half-circle. If no one led the way, it might not be easy to find this road hidden in the sea rocks and half underwater.

After crossing a pile of rocks that looked like a fence, there was an open field in front of him, with crops planted on it. He Chun looked more and more familiar, isn't this a potato?One of the most widely grown crops in the world.

It seemed that the weirdos were more civilized than he thought.

Passing through fairly regular fields, there are palm leaf houses that are common in tropical islands behind.

Pitahaya trees are also planted around each house, as well as various nameless wild flowers.

The drizzle has not stopped so far. If you don’t consider the mutated creatures on this island, just look at these plants that are wet by the rain, and then breathe in the fresh air, a sense of laziness will naturally arise, making you want to kick off the heavy Take off your leather shoes, take off your socks, and put on relaxed and breathable beach sandals, and sit in the corridor drinking freshly squeezed drinks in only big pants. If you have a computer or mobile phone with Internet access, it will be beautiful.

Both Wei Changjiang and Lao Zhou were a little stunned. They had just come out of the horror film set, and now they changed to a vacation style, so they couldn't get used to it.

If the coast guards saw such a beautiful village as soon as they went to the island, they would never have thought that there were mutant races here, and they must have thought that they were brought by the storm to some small village that relies on tourism to support the country's finances. Island countries, although this course is also terribly deviated, have crossed public waters.

Wei Changjiang even subconsciously looked back at the tall weird man to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

The weirdo is real, his legs, the membrane-like webs under his armpits, his mutated face, these are not makeup techniques, they are real.

The strange man walked to the front, pointed to a house in the center of the village, and signaled He Chun and the others to come with him.

The village was very quiet as if no one lived in it, but He Chun heard the sound of living things breathing from several wooden houses passing by.

And none of the wooden houses look like they are idle. There is always a difference between a house that is lived in and maintained by someone, and a house that is unoccupied.

So where did the inhabitants go?There were not many breathing sounds in the room.

He Chun had a doubt, and followed behind the tall weirdo to the wooden house in the center of the village.

The wooden house in the center of the village is not very big, but there are platforms made of logs around it, and the platforms on each side are not smaller than the area of ​​the wooden house.

The tall weird man stood outside the house and whispered something, and a voice came from inside.

The door opened and the tall weirdo beckoned them in.

The window of the wooden house was opened, and it wasn't very dark inside. There were two weird people who looked like tall weird people busy inside, and they seemed to be grinding herbs?

A large mat was placed against the wall, and a very old man was half lying on the mat.

The face of the old man was also a bit mutated, and there were many tumor-like bumps on his face, but his hands and feet were undoubtedly the same as ordinary humans, and the most important thing was that he was an old Asian man with yellow skin.

Seeing them coming in, the old man sighed when he saw the teenagers and children walking in the front, but when Wei Changjiang and Lao Zhou came in, the old man's dull eyes brightened obviously, and he wanted to struggle to sit up even more .

The person in charge of grinding the medicine noticed the old man's movement, hurried over to help him up, and whispered something to him.

The old man replied that he seemed to be saying no problem, and carefully looked at the uniforms of Wei Changjiang and the two, mainly the signs on the police badge.

The Coast Guard emblem consists of one large, four small and five stars and an anchor wrapped around a chain.

"Are you... are... from Huaxia?" The old man's voice was hoarse and his pronunciation was weird, as if he hadn't spoken Huaxia for a long time.

His accent is not the standard Chinese language, but a heavy southern dialect accent.

Lao Zhou showed joy on his face, and immediately asked the old man a word in southern dialect.

The old man looked even more excited and replied in dialect.

After confirming, Lao Zhou said to Wei Changjiang and He Chun, "He is a YN Chinese, a fisherman, and he floated here a long time ago."

The old man said two more sentences in dialect.

Lao Zhou translated: "He asked us whether we drifted here in a storm, or found it by sailing normally, and asked if we had brought more manpower."

Wei Changjiang pondered, and glanced at He Chun before answering.

He Chun gave him a bold gesture.

The old man saw all the interaction between the two coast guards and the boy.

Wei Changjiang told the old man the truth through Lao Zhou, indicating that they drifted here because of a storm, but he didn't say that the patrol boat could not move, nor did he give details of the number of people.

There seemed to be disappointment in the eyes of the old man, but there was also a little bit of rejoicing.

"It's okay if I don't find it, oh. I've been thinking...whether I'll see people from my mother country again. I've been waiting and waiting, and I've been waiting for a lifetime." The old man became more and more fluent, and his accent changed from vague to clear.

He Chun distinguished carefully, and he could roughly guess what the old man was talking about. He really couldn't understand, and there was another Lao Zhou who knew several local dialects in the south.

The old man leaned against the wall, "I know you have many questions, and I will answer them for you. First of all, please sit down. There are no seats here, so you can only sit on the floor."

The old man also said a word to the weirdo, and the weirdo who took care of him immediately got up and fetched an aluminum pot, found a few coffee cups, and poured them each a glass of juice-like drink.

The old man didn't force them to drink. He pointed to the aluminum pot and their coffee cups in the hands of the strange people, and said with a smile: "These things are all from the dock base. Those black-membrane people don't know how to use them at all. It's a waste to leave them."

"Black-membrane man?" Wei Changjiang and the others sat cross-legged in front of the old man's mat.

"I gave you the name." The old man smiled, and the wrinkles around his eyes were as deep as a knife. "Let me tell you a little bit, so that you don't even know how to ask."

Lao Zhou clapped his hands: "That's a good relationship."

The old man picked up the cup and took a sip of the juice in it, and organized his words: "I have been drawing attention to the drifters, but the Black Membrane people are very powerful and have more people than the frogmen... The frogmen are the ones I stay with. One family, their legs and feet are very mutated, they can bounce like frogmen, they have webbed underarms, fingers and toes, they are better in the water than on the shore. So we live near the sea, and those black film people occupy the island Most sites."

Seeing that the old man drank sweetly, He Chun picked up the coffee cup and sniffed it. He thought it was all right, so he took a sip.

"Sweet, Amon, drink it, it's quite delicious."

Hearing what the apprentice said, Amon took a sip from his cup.

The old man saw the two children carelessly drinking the drink they provided, with a smile in his eyes, and continued: "Often the black-membrane people snatch all the victims, which is probably why they have more people than the frogmen now."

He Chun was curious, "Will the displaced be willing to join them?"

"No, they just need the victims to help them continue their offspring. In addition, they also have ways to make the victims obedient, and even change their physical and mental states."

The tall weirdo suddenly interrupted at this moment, approached the old man, pointed at He Chun's waist, and muttered something.

The old man looked at He Chun in surprise, and immediately asked, "You took the sacred object of the Black Membrane clan? My child, this is not fun. I suggest you throw it away as far away as possible."

He Chun looked at the tall weird man, "Can he feel this thing?"

"Yes." The old man replied instead of the tall weirdo: "Archie is the most sensitive to the energy of sacred objects among all the frogmen. Every time the Black Membrane tribe attacks the frogmen, he can always find them before they get close."

"Are you afraid of this sacred object? Don't the frogmen have none?" He Chun asked.

The old man pondered for a while, and replied: "Frogmen also have them, but I told them not to take that thing out, and only live near the holy relic during the time when newlyweds marry and give birth. This is what I want to tell you one."

The old man's speech has the unique characteristics of an old man at this age. It is not only broken, but also messy, and he often rambles about. He often starts talking about something before he talks about another thing.

Finally, after nearly two hours of communication, He Chun and the others finally got things straightened out.

The old man Huaxia's name is Zhang Yaozu. According to his birth date, he is 77 this year. When he was 21 years old, he encountered a storm and drifted to this island when he was fishing.

When Zhang Yaozu first arrived on the island, the black membrane tribe and the frogman tribe on the island were at war, and the reason for the war was to compete for men and women in the reproductive period.

The Frogmen were defeated and many of their people were robbed.At that time, Zhang Yaozu helped the seriously injured frogman clan leader, and was grateful to the frogman clan. In addition, he was suitable for his age, and the frogman clan who lacked people immediately kept him.

Later, because Zhang found several commonly used herbs on the island, and found the fields left by the dock base, he dug out potatoes that were about to become wild for planting, and made many good suggestions, which were regarded by the frogmen as a gift from the god of the sea. Since then, the saint has gained a high status among the frogmen.

"You have all seen that the creatures on this island will mutate. The reason is that the sacred object came from nowhere on the island. At first I thought that the sacred object was some scientific experiment conducted by country G, but later found out that it was not. According to the rumors of the frogmen , One day, the holy object suddenly fell from the sky, causing a big explosion and fire, causing the base to be damaged, a large number of outsiders died and fled, and the ships were almost destroyed."

"Later, the people at the base disappeared, and the natives on the island took the sacred objects back home. Soon, they began to mutate. But the natives were ignorant and didn't know what kind of harm the mutation would cause. Instead, they thought it was bestowed by the sea god. , the original mutants even wanted to kill the unmutated people. Helplessly, those unmutated people fled and fled to other islands. Some of them happened to live near the second holy object, and soon disappeared. There is a mutation. But for some unknown reason, the second batch of mutated people is different from the first batch, and this is also the ancestor of the frogmen and the black membrane clan."

The old man continued: "In the beginning, the mutated people died very quickly, and only a few survived, and the first batch of mutated people who have survived until now have become very terrifying monsters, and they live in the uppermost part of the island. "

He Chun thought of the monster that could only fly. According to the old man, is there more than one such monster?

The old man got to the point: "Over the past few decades, both ethnic groups have found that their fertility rate is getting lower and lower, and most of the cubs born are stillborn, and even if they don't die, they will die of illness after a year or two.

Once a ship floated over, and there was a missionary on board. He mentioned the word evolution to me, saying that these islands are the experimental fields of the devil. Once the monsters inside can evolve and reproduce by themselves, when their genes are stable, they will become human beings. There will be times of great trouble.

I don't know what evolution is, but the missionary and I both discovered that if outsiders mate with the two local races, the children born to either outsider women or mutated indigenous women will not be stillborn, Genes are also more stable.This is also the reason why the two races fought to snatch people back then. They may not understand the reason, but they also discovered that mixing other bloodlines will make it easier for offspring to survive in the battles of snatching people and things.

Later, in order to continue the race, whether it was the Black Membrane or the Frogmen, they all instinctively knew to snatch the refugees who had drifted to the island. "

The old man's voice suddenly became heavy, "I don't know whether my appearance is good or bad for the frogmen. I found that the sacred objects have too much influence on them, so I keep them away from the sacred objects. This will indeed make them less sick. It can also maintain a relatively stable temperament, not as irritable and ignorant as the Black Membrane Clan, but also, the evolution of the Frogmen...their attack power and other aspects are not as good as the Black Membrane Clan.

What's worse is that I don't let them rob and force people casually. Every time a drifter comes, I ask them to bring them back properly. The missionaries and I will explain the situation to them, and I am willing to stay and form a family with the frogmen Let those who don’t want to leave alone. We also try to help them leave the island, but I have spent so many years and have not been able to leave this sea area. Those who left... [-]% of them were black filmed in the end People caught it back, and about [-]% of them died in the sea.

Because I require the frogmen to marry voluntarily, and they can't rob people from the Black Membrane, and I can personally help them persuade those who are in trouble, but these two years..."

The old man thumped his leg and smiled wryly: "I finally mutated, but the time was wrong. My body could no longer bear this kind of transformation. Not only did I fail to mutate successfully, it also made me unable to even walk. My legs It’s still a trivial matter, but the frogmen are already facing the vital problem that their descendants will not be able to continue, and I... don’t want the frogmen to disappear.”

The old man looked up at Wei Changjiang and his eyes full of longing: "Frogmen are the best soldiers in the sea. I heard from the victims that there are also frogmen in the navy, right? Is it possible for our country to accept the frogmen?" The missionary once said that the falling monster has two sides. It may turn a person with a devil in his heart into a devil, but it may also turn a person with a good heart into an angel. If our country is willing to help the frogmen, To solve the problems of marriage and offspring for them, I am willing to donate their sacred objects on behalf of the Frogmen, and I can also tell you the weaknesses of the first generation of the Black Membrane, and let the country capture them for research."

Wei Changjiang didn't promise the old man anything immediately, he said he would discuss it with his companions.

The old man felt very tired after talking for two hours, so he asked the tall weirdo to send the four of them to another room to rest, and also sent them a lot of food and fresh water.

The old man also wanted to send some to the coast guards on the shore, but Wei Changjiang politely refused.

The old man didn't force it either, he only said in a begging tone that he hoped they would consider his proposal seriously.

He Chun leaned against the window and looked out, it was almost evening, and another day was about to pass.

"Eleventh, what do you think?" Wei Changjiang and Lao Zhou talked for a while, unable to make a decision, and asked He Chun for their opinions.

He Chun turned his face and raised three fingers: "Three doubts. First, according to the old man Zhang, there should be a lot of outsiders on this island, but we didn't see any of them, including the Black Membrane tribe. All the outsiders are dead, which raises a question, why are all the other outsiders gone, and only old man Zhang has survived until now?"

"Secondly, Old Man Zhang mentioned that the Black Membrane tribe has a way to make outsiders obey, and even control their thoughts and behaviors, so can the frogman tribe do the same?"

"Third, the same island, the same environment, and the same energy, why did two completely different races arise?"

Old Zhou raised his hand, "There is a fourth doubt. Maybe you have never met older fishermen. If Old Man Zhang is really just a fisherman, I don't think he can take the position of a saint among the frogmen, and his Conversation... Although he deliberately concealed it and mentioned a missionary, I still don't think he looks like an old fisherman."

He Chun thought for a while, "Old man Zhang was still very young when he drifted here. He is likely to be self-taught, for example, he left some books and materials in the base. Later refugees can also teach him, such as the missionary and others. "

Lao Zhou still shook his head: "My family's ancestors have been fishermen for generations, and my dad has also studied, but when he goes out, no one will think that he is a cultural person. A person who makes a living at sea has a special temperament in him. I can see it at a glance. I can see it. But this old man Zhang makes me feel that he is not an ordinary person, anyway, I don’t think he is a fisherman.”

Wei Changjiang tapped his knees, "We don't consider Zhang Yaozu's identity or his request. In fact, there is only one problem we have to solve, and that is how to get rid of these two tribes, let the patrol boat engine run again, and then leave this place. piece of sea."

He Chun was surprised, and asked Wei Changjiang bluntly: "Captain Wei, have you never thought about finding the sacred object that the old man said, and then bringing the frogmen back to make meritorious service?"

Wei Changjiang burst out laughing, and smiled wryly: "How much ability can accomplish what great things. Now I just want to be able to bring all the team members back to China in a safe and sound manner. That will be the greatest contribution to me in this life."

"Very good, I'm telling you this, I will definitely help you bring everyone back." He Chun patted Wei Changjiang's shoulder forcefully old-fashionedly, and decided to steal the holy relics of the frogmen as well, and dug them up by the way. Dig up the secrets of this race.He always felt that the old man Zhang had concealed a lot of things from them.

Wei Changjiang shook his head and smiled, licked his lips, and suddenly asked, "Is this food and water edible?"