Chapter 127: story

"Grandpa, why do you know that they are girls? Everyone thinks of me as a mouse." Lily raised her head and looked at the old man handing the doll curiously.
Not only does Lily want to know this question, Charles also wants to know, how can he be so sure that Lily must be a human being turned into a mouse, and not a mouse pretending to be a human memory?
"Then do you know how to change me back?" Lily asked nervously.
Touba didn't seem to hear the question, and the doll in a handle was directly stuffed into the pile of mice, and then he was quickly digging in it.
"Here, this is for you." Touba took out half of the ripped and tattered book and handed it to Feuerbach.
But the green-haired youth who had never been nervous before, as if seeing a cat or mouse, rushed out of the door with a nudge.
"Throw that thing away! Immediately!!" Feuerbach's eyes were wide, and his lips were scared without a trace of blood.
"What's the matter?" The sharp-eyed Charles noticed the contents of the book that didn't even have a cover.
The main ingredient of mushroom soup for three persons, 200 grams of hard ham and 1 white silk mushroom. Condensed milk, 5 grams of kelp, 25 grams of edible oil, 5 milliliters of chicken powder...
Charles took the book and flipped through it. Some dirty food pictures were presented in front of Charles. "That's just a cookbook, what are you nervous about?"
Feuerbach looked at the recipe with a barely smile on his ugly face. "Hehe, admit it wrong, I thought he had..."
He didn't say half of what he said.
Touba, who was next to him, saw that Charles had taken the recipe, thinking that Charles was grabbing a gift. "Don't worry, don't grab his gift, I have prepared it for you too, hey, why is it missing."
"Don't pay for it yet." Charles caught him and quickly straightened him, "Who are you? Why are those pirates afraid of you?"
"They are not afraid, I'm invisible, they can't see us anymore." Tuba took out the cross and gestured proudly on his head again.
Charles treats these words directly as air, so many eyes just hit him directly, how could he be invisible.
Before the meeting, the crazy old man couldn't communicate, and Charles didn't have time to ask, he didn't forget his purpose of coming to the island.
"Anyway, thank you, I owe you this time, and I will pay it again when I have a chance."
Charles turned around and left after talking. He didn't have time to chat with an old lunatic, even if the lunatic seemed not easy.
I've already stunned the snake. Before the pirates can react, I must find a place to store fuel on this island.
"Are you looking for something on the island? I can help you find it! I've been on this island for a long time." Tuba smirked with a silly smile, revealing the gums with few teeth left in his mouth.
Charles, who had just walked to the door, turned around with a look of surprise. "Do you know where the fuel is in this place? Don't kid me."
"Really, really, fuel is what the boat eats, right? I know where those things come from, and I can tell you, but you must pay me first by following the steps."
When he heard that he was going to be paid, Charles felt relieved. As long as he could get information, it would be nothing. "How many responses do you want?"
Touba waved his hands hard and shook his head. "No, no, no, I don't want money, I want a story, you have to tell me a story. A story I have never heard of will do."
story? What kind of weird request is this? Charles felt very confused.
At this moment, Richard quickly grabbed control of his body, "I'll come, I'll come. Practice makes perfect, I am good at dealing with a madman in any dealings."
"What story do you want to hear? Have you heard of Little Red Riding Hood's story~?" Richard said in a coaxing tone on the children.
"Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was very beautiful. Once on her birthday, grandma gave her a little red hat made of velvet..."
After a short bedtime story was quickly finished, Lily listened with gusto, but Touba, who was squatting on the trash, shook his head vigorously with a depressed face.
"No, this is not the story I want to hear. I have heard this story. You shouldn't tell this story. You should tell other stories."
"Then what are you going to listen to? Are you not a prophet? If we can come, but what I want to tell you? You can figure out the story, and I can repeat it again. "The helpless Richard scratched his head.
"I don't know, I knew you were going to tell me a story, and the story is interesting. I laughed happily after listening."
"Hey, this old man..." Richard looked at Touba with a bad look, and estimated the threat of force in his mind, and asked him how successful he was to tell the fuel position.
But when he thought of the actions he had just frightened the pirates, he couldn't tell whether this guy was really stupid or fake, and how strong he was.
"I happen to have a story here." Charles took control of his body, he breathed out slowly, and he spoke calmly.
"There used to be a person living in his own world. He was just an ordinary person living an ordinary life. Suddenly an unexpected disaster fell on him. The sea swallowed all their classmates, but brought him to a strange place. The world, here is all sea water, there is no light..."
Charles spoke slowly, and Touba, who was squatting in the trash, listened intently.
Feuerbach, who was outside the alley before, didn't know when he had already walked in. Hearing this story, he looked at Charles's back thoughtfully.
"It's been nine years~EbookFREE.me~ After all the hard work, he finally found his way home, but the boat he is going home now runs out of fuel. He needs fuel. There is an old man who knows fuel. Address, whether he can go home or not depends on whether the old man can help."
"This story is good, this story is good!" Touba patted his palm excitedly, jumping up and down like a monkey.
"No, such a good story, I have to take things to remember, or I will forget it again."
After speaking, Touba took out a yellowed book from the trash and quickly smeared it with a black stone.
Touba didn't seem to be able to write at all. He drew various messy stripes on the book, and within a few seconds, he smeared pitch black on the yellowed paper.
"Okay, I'll remember, let's go, I will take you to find fuel, and then you can go home." The smiling Touba put his middle book into his arms and stood up and walked outside the door. go with.
Seeing Lily and Feuerbach’s questioning gazes shot at him, Charles said nothing, waved his hand and walked out behind him.