I immediately became sensitive, not knowing what the word damn meant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Beard became even more angry, glared at the fisherman and said, "You, what kind of fart did you just have in your mouth?"

The fisherman ignored me and his beard, and lay silently on a hay mat.

I wanted to get close to him again, but his unfriendliness made me give up the idea.

My beard and I simply laid out hay and lay down together. I was so tired that I didn't want to say anything more, but the beard pondered over the matter, and soon asked me, "Brother, how do you think we can get in touch with the women in the cabin?"

The fisherman next door snorted, because the sound of the beard was not small, and he heard it.

If you are angry, you have to sit up. I grabbed him, lowered my voice again, and whispered to him.

I told him, you take care of your crotch first, and when our brothers go back completely, I don't care if you want to find a few young ladies.

I didn't expect to misunderstand the beard. He retorted quietly, "Am I so out of tune in your eyes?" and then added, "The women in that hut are more popular than us, at least the playthings of these chieftains and guards on the island, right?" Do you think that once they have served these beasts, maybe there will be a chance to go to sea, and if we can ask a woman to help bring some news to the police, won't this bandit den be ended?"

I had to give Beard a thumbs up in my heart, saying that he could think of this level, which could be regarded as a super-level performance, but this plan was too difficult to implement, and it was almost impossible to implement.

I advised him to think in the long run. The beard wilted and sighed.

Most of the iron cages were now filled with fishermen, and every few hours a guard with a flashlight came over and made a round, to put it bluntly, as if he were inspecting the animals, and when they found that there were no fewer people, they left again.

The fishermen may have been accustomed to this kind of life for a long time, and did not care about the arrival of the guards, and they soon fell asleep, occasionally hearing snoring or grinding their teeth.

I also want to fall asleep as soon as possible, after all, what awaits us tomorrow is still high-intensity work, but I don't know what's wrong, I can't sleep.

I closed my eyes and thought left and right, thinking about what I had experienced this afternoon, especially the series of strange events that had occurred in the pond when the rainstorm came.

Suddenly, something was still on my foot and neck, and it was cold, and it irritated me.

I said to myself, I was a little scared, but I looked up sharply.

It was the fisherman next door, who reached through the iron cage and pulled my ankle hard.

I kicked my leg down and took his hand away, and I sat up again with a swish, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Without waiting for the fisherman to reply, the beard sat up. In fact, he didn't sleep so dead. The fisherman looked at the two of us, made a booing gesture, and waved his hand for us to lean over, and he was going to whisper.

Beard and I looked at each other. I took the lead and leaned forward again.

The fisherman pointed to the hay where we were lying and said that it was originally his, and that the original owner of the iron cage had been lent to us the other day, but the guy had died, and he now wanted to change the hay back.

I was puzzled, but Beard couldn't help but laugh, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sick? Isn't all the hay the same? What is there to change?"

The fisherman hesitated, then explained, "It's different, the hay you lie on is new, relatively damp, and I, who have a little physical problems, prefer to sleep on the hay that is a little damp, and it is good for you to exchange hay, at least you will sleep more comfortably." ”

In order to verify it, the beard tore off a handful of hay and pinched it in his hand. The fisherman also pulled a handful of hay from his iron cage and handed it over.

After comparing his beards, he said to me, "Really, his hay is very dry." ”

I didn't speak, but at this moment I suddenly had an intuition, and I grabbed my beard and said, "Wait a minute!" The fisherman's eyes turned cold and stared at me.

I ignored him, but stretched out my hands and touched our hay. I touched it in great detail, and the first time I came down, I didn't find anything.

The beard couldn't help but secretly talk to me, "What are you crazy about smoking in the middle of the night?" If the next door changes his mind, won't we lose money?

I persevered, touched it a second time, and this time I made a discovery. I touched a small "chopstick", at least it gave people a feel of this thing.

I took it out and pulled all the hay off it, and I found that it seemed to be a rolled up "paper".

I glanced at the fisherman again. He didn't know what to pay attention to, so he stopped talking, turned his head, and lay back on the hay bunk in his iron cage.

I sipped it little by little, and finally unfolded the "paper" in its entirety. It's two inches long and the width of a palm.

My beard and I held it flat and stared at it by the moonlight. It's a rough map. And it's roughly shaped like a concave character.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I felt a burst of ecstasy. I said to myself that I was taken by the goddess of luck, why do I come what I want?

In addition, I fumbled around the map to see what kind of material it was made of. But I don't do much research on that, I just know it's a leather product.

Finally I looked to the edge of the map and found a small patch of black hair, which was still curly.

I pondered it again, and suddenly I reacted, and my head was still cold. I said in my heart that this is a fucking human skin, and the curls are all armpit hair under the armpits.

I stumbled and threw the map away. The beard didn't know anything, so he hurriedly picked up the map and asked me what was the matter, why was he suddenly frightened of this virtue?

But when he found out that it was human skin, his body trembled, and he even covered his mouth with his hand.

I stared at the fisherman next door pretending to be asleep, and seemed to understand something. I deliberately leaned over to the cage again, lowered my voice and said, "Brother, don't you want to talk to me?"

He had pretended to snore, but I had a trick of it, and after hiding the map back in the hay, I said to the fisherman, "If you don't squeak again, I'll call the guard." ”

He couldn't help himself and sat up sharply. I looked at him and waited for him to speak first.

After half a minute of silence, he lost his breath and said to the two of us, "You are new here, and I have been working here for four years. You know? It's no different from hell on earth! I don't know how many new faces I've seen, and I don't know how many people I've seen leave. I know that I can't live long if I continue like this, but before I die, I want to go home and see the people I care about, and I can also return to my roots. ”

I was saddened by what he said, and my beard was silent. But I tried to control my emotions, and after thinking about it calmly, I asked him again, "What's your name?"

He hesitated, but replied, "Ergou." "During this time, I also pressed the button on my chest and took a sneak peg of him.

I asked him again, "Is there a group of fishermen who want to escape?"

Beard looked at me in surprise. Ergou smiled bitterly and said that you are so smart. What he said was also an indirect acknowledgment.

I looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping on our conversation, and I leaned in to ask him if he could tell me about their plans for the runaway fishermen.

Ergou didn't take the initiative to say anything this time, and I found that he had a small movement during this period, rubbing his head hard.

I gave a few more words of persuasion. The second dog was finally "pried open" by me. According to what he said, there were originally twelve people involved, but three of them couldn't bear it a few days ago and died, and now there are only nine people left, but after the two of you join, it becomes eleven again. Just right.

I was stunned when I heard this, and when did I promise him to run away?

Ergou said, "If you want to escape, in addition to escaping from this island, you have to grab a long-distance ship, and that kind of large long-distance ship can be piloted by at least eleven people." ”

After hearing this, the beard's first reaction was to deliberately push me, which means, don't say, this thing is really feasible.

The second dog is not too stupid, at least a big chunk stronger than that 619. He immediately knew that the beard was no longer a problem, but it was me, and it became the key to whether the two of us could join.

He stared at me, and then dragged it out to tell me a more concrete plan: it took them two months and at the expense of eight men to draw a map, and there was a rule on the island, that every other month a ship would come, and in that case, a week later, a new ship would arrive, and the slaves were ready to flee en masse on the night of the ship's arrival.

I thought about it silently for a while, analyzing the plan.

I had a question, and asked Ergou, "Where did you start your escape?" and the fisherman pointed down and said that it would be from here.

I asked him again, "This cage is locked, how can I open it?"

"They got a key very early," said the fisherman, "and it is because of this key that they have this mind." Seeing that I was still unmoved, he deliberately leaned his face over, almost on the iron cage, and emphasized to me, "Among our group, there is a former soldier, he planned the entire escape route, believe me, it is really no problem, and if it weren't for the fact that you happened to get the map, we wouldn't have taken you two into account." ”

I suddenly felt that these two dogs were very good at fooling, especially the last sentence, which would make me and Beard feel as if we had picked up a lot of bargains.

I'm certainly not as stupid as a beard and have my own concerns and opinions.

After thinking about it again, I shook my head with Ergou with a very resolute attitude and said, "My brothers and I don't participate." ”

Ergou's face was not good-looking, and his beard was still anxious, so he repeatedly said that I was so stupid.

I didn't say much, so I took out the posture of going to sleep. Ergou stretched out his hand and grabbed me, and he also pointed to the hay on our side, and said you can think about it, but give me the map first.

I didn't agree, it's not that I'm not authentic, I want to hurt them or anything. I would like to take the opportunity to learn about the topography of the island, and I will make an appointment to say that I will definitely hand over the map to him tomorrow evening.

At this moment, a bright light came from a distance, which was emitted by a searchlight. The guards on the corner guard tower noticed us.

The guard blew his whistle very fuckingly, and soon two people came out of the wooden house, Ah Hu and Ah Li, and they walked straight over.

Ergou immediately lay down, and Beard and I both looked at the two guards. Ali scolded and asked, "What the hell are you tossing?"

I rubbed my stomach and said it hurt a little bit, and I just came to the pit.

Ali wanted to take a look into the pit in the iron cage and check it. But Ah Hu stopped Ah Li, stared at me with a sneer, and scolded, "Lazy donkey, lazy, pee! ”

Ali listened to Ah Hu's words, and the two left together, and the searchlight was immediately turned off.

The beard didn't want to sleep, and even blamed me a little, but I forcibly dragged him and lay down together.