Jock and Usu spoke a few words of French, and the two seemed to talk.

It looked like Jock had told us everything we had said, as Usu began to nod vigorously.

After Jock finished speaking, Usu began to speak.

I noticed Jock's expression, with joy.

After a moment, Jock nodded his head and said to us, "Usu said that she studied geography, and this investigation of the hole is also to complete scientific research. She seemed to say that she was pushed down, but I didn't really understand what was going on inside. I don't speak French very well, so I can only understand a very general content. Wusu also probably knows a little Chinese, so Wusu understands a little. Usu said she could help if you wanted a map, was that a good thing? ”

"Can you help? Is it possible to draw a map when studying geography? I said.

Jock nodded, and Usu pulled out a Phillips head from the screwdriver set pressed underneath him.

On the ground in a circle between the four of us, Usu grabbed a little bit of the knife head with his hand, and struggled to draw the six major plates of the earth on the ground, and then began to draw continents on the plate structure.

A little by little, the silhouette began to appear in front of our eyes, and it was really decent.

When fully formed, Usu erased the previous plate lines, leaving the original appearance of the world map.

While we were still waiting for Usu to refine the map in front of us, I patted Jock and said, "Hurry up, let's go and ask the others in English about the approximate time and area of whereabouts." ”

Jock nodded his head, but before he could stand up, he covered his head with his hand.

It looked like someone was going to hit him, and I immediately turned around.

Behind me stood two black Americans, who seemed to have come for us.

My first instinct was that they knew that our companion had been killed by us, but they didn't seem to have the intention of doing anything.

They were standing behind me and began to ask Jock why their friend hadn't come out of the hole.

Jock shuddered and put his hand down to indicate why they weren't going to ask the others, to come and ask me.

The two of them didn't say anything after asking the others, as if they were deliberately avoiding them, and said that it was very strange when those death row prisoners returned to the passage ahead of schedule, did something happen at that time?

I glanced at Jock and thought that Jock had been with them in the first place. The others don't say that of course they are in a hurry, this is not the last way to think of their own people before.

This was the work of Jock and I, and Jock was confused by their questions at this time.

I was a little nervous and didn't answer them, and I guess Jock didn't know how to answer to get things straight.

I'll tell you what Jock can't say, and I said lightly in English that your friends were killed.

The two of them seemed to be aware of what was going to happen. After all, they all came out, and their own people must have made the worst plan if they didn't come out, so they weren't surprised at all and directly began to ask me what happened.

Asking me is the right person, it depends on how I make up stories for them.

Don't say it for a while, I really can't think of a good explanation, I can only say that I can say it, but I need their cooperation here to answer some of our questions first.

Both of them were stunned, and after whispering to each other, they expressed their willingness to exchange questions.