A large number of vendors and tour guides holding tour signs crowded the pier, barely watering, pulling tourists to sell souvenirs and landing equipment, while the guides waved small flags in their hands and kept shouting with loudspeakers hanging around their necks.

"Island Trips, Top 10 Wonders, Luxury Cruises, Charge Per Day ......"

A couple of seven or eight-year-olds pestered us and recommended us their hand-knitted conch necklaces. At first glance, they are locals, speaking Mandarin with a strong taste of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

"Buy one, boss, this is blessed by the sea god mother, keep your life safe......"

I couldn't help but be entangled by them, so I bought two skewers and hung them around my neck with the fat man, and I looked like a bit of a tourist.

I walked around the dock twice with the fat man, and first we had all the equipment for landing on the island. There is a wide variety of field equipment here, and it is enough to fill two huge hiking bags, and the two of us carry them on our backs.

Then I went to the other side of the pier to contact the fishing boats that specialize in carrying passengers out to sea.

Seeing that there was a business, those who were sitting on fishing boats and speedboats, large or small, wearing straw hats or sun hats, and looked like fishermen, were very enthusiastic and quickly gathered around.

They kept selling us all kinds of rides, and their words were just like those of the guides on the docks.

I waved my hand and said that we were not here to play, but to go to the island to find someone. Then I showed them the map and coordinates that I had printed out in advance. Several fishermen took it and discussed it.

They were supposed to be speaking in the local dialect of Zhoushi, which I didn't understand.

In less than ten minutes, these originally enthusiastic fishermen dispersed, saying that they didn't know this place, and that we should ask someone else.

Among them was a tall, dark-skinned, thin, young man who did not look very old, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was pulled away by another man, and eventually left.

The inconsistent attitudes of the fishermen baffled me.

I went around again with the fat man, and I asked almost all the fishermen on the dock, and we got the same answer. No one knew where the island was on this coordinate, and naturally no one wanted to take us there.

I felt more and more strange in my heart.

Although the small island in coordinates is not large and far from here, it is clearly within China's territorial waters according to the sea area.

These fishermen who beg for a living at sea all day long do not know that there are forgivable circumstances, and it is unreasonable to ask all of them without knowing them.

I figured something was going on, so when the fishermen had dispersed and no one was paying attention to us, I crept around to the tall and lanky boy's fishing boat and asked him what was going on.

The young man seemed surprised to see us return. He stammered, and at first said that he had just sailed for a short time, and he really didn't know there was such a place.

His Mandarin is fairly standard, but he is clearly not a frequent liar. When he said this, both eyes were dodging, and he didn't dare to look us directly.

I knew that this guy didn't tell the truth, and he wasn't in a hurry, so he handed him a cigarette and said that brother, we are about the same age, and the Ming people don't say dark words, and you don't take us, but at least tell us why.

The tall and thin guy rubbed his hands, hesitating whether to take the cigarette in my hand, and the fat man took out a lighter and lit it for him, and said with encouragement in his mouth.

"Dude, we are all running the rivers and lakes, why are you like a big girl, just say anything, it's all old men......"

The young man's face flushed, and he took two puffs of the cigarette, and his face was enveloped in a cloud of smoke.

He said two bosses, it's not that I refuse you wholeheartedly, but the island you said is called "Sea Devil Beach" in our place, and it is said that there are krakens living on that island, and people have always disappeared after coming to the island in recent years.

He also said that the island was alive and unlucky, and that anyone who went to the island would be cursed by the Kraken and would soon die. Not only will people die, but the whole family will suffer with them.

The words of the guy made me and the fat man look at each other, but on the surface they scoffed, saying what age are they, and these feudal superstitious thoughts, legends are legends, how can they be taken seriously?

The guy shook his head and said that this was not a legend, but a fact.

He said that his father grew up as a child, because his family was poor, and in order to make money, he sent a few tourists to the Sea Devil Beach, which was fine at first, but who knew that after a few years, he jumped into the sea in the middle of the night inexplicably.

It's not just his father who is younger, the whole family is five or six, and even adults and children have disappeared overnight, and the body has not been found until now.

So the legend of the Sea Demon Beach has always been prevalent here, absolutely no one dares to take us there, making money is small whether to make money or not, whether there is life or not is the big thing.

The guy asked us why we went to the Sea Devil Beach, and I told him that his cousin had gone missing in the sea a month earlier, and that we were here to find her.

The young man shook his head when he heard this, saying that this Sea Demon Beach is also an evil sect, and I don't know why some people always want to go.

He also said that a few days ago, there were also a few Yanbian people who had been looking for a boat nearby to go there. The price they paid was very high, but the fishermen here on Flying Cliff Island were so scared that no one dared to take over the business of Sea Devil Beach.

Things seem to have reached an impasse.

We were on the edge of the East China Sea, close to the deserted island in the middle of the sea, but the lack of a ship to carry us to the island was a problem.

I had no choice but to sit down in the small bar on the dock with the fat man, looking at the two stuffed hiking bags at our feet, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

The fat bird Lao Bi was even more angry with these timid fishermen, and spread his wings and flew in the air and scolded, saying that these guys were all bad writers.

also said that it was a big deal that it flew directly to the desert island, came out of the tiger's den alone, and rescued the "little wife" by himself. Its noise attracts the attention of tourists from time to time.

This small bar on the edge of the pier is very crowded, and almost all of us are tourists.

Blowing the sea breeze, I drank two bottles of Putuoshan beer in a row, but I still couldn't get rid of the depression in my heart. Drinking at the beach was such a cowardly thing, but now it has become a torment for me and the fat man.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from a table next to me.

"Look, how about my Rolex greenman? 300 meters of diving bars, with luminous ......"

He said this by a little fat man, who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a brightly colored T-shirt and beach pants printed with Hawaiian coconut palms, and his round belly was tightened by the T-shirt.

At the moment, he was shaking his wrist and showing off to his companions, who had a dark green watch on his wrist that glittered in the sunlight.