Each of us has our own room on the island, and it is better to say that it is a simple house made of wood than a room.

I heard that these houses were built by the captain Dahai, and they were all of different shapes and extremely simple. It can barely shelter from the wind and rain, but when the temperature is hot and cold, you can only rely on undressing and wearing cotton clothes.

My room belongs to the previous sniper, Fu Dacang.

There were a lot of things left over from before Fu Da Cannon in the room, mostly photo albums and strange round stones of various colors, as well as a small number of pine cones.

Captain Dahai once said that Fu Cannon likes these things very much, and as long as he encounters them on a mission, he will pick them up and put them back.

I've touched almost every thing left behind by Fu Cannon, and these things can be found almost everywhere in this small room. If Captain Dahai didn't deceive people, then this Fu Cannon should have been a long time ago.

There is also a diary under the pillow, which Fu Dacang used to record his life. He seemed to know that someone would look like it, and he wrote a lot of experiences in the book in the tone of an elder.

Most of them are changes in wind speed and temperature on shooting accuracy when fighting in various regions, and I also specially copied a notebook for myself to use in combination with regional characteristics when I plan to go out on a mission.

Of course, there is a point mentioned in the diary from time to time, which makes me think crankily for half a year. Because in the diary, Fu Dacang himself admitted several times that he was colorblind, and there were some regional ranging skills, he would be suspicious that he was colorblind and didn't know if normal people were compatible.

Because Captain Dahai doesn't say anything, I often have strange dreams. I dreamed that I was Fu Dacang's deputy, the medical officer Lixia. At that time, Fu and I were both hit by grenades, and after that, it was pitch black in front of my eyes. Then I touched and asked Fu about the injury, and Fu told me that he had a lot of blood left on his right leg. I helped Fu Cannon bandage it out of sight, and shouted at Fu Cannon to take the injection from the green bottle in my medical kit, and Fu Cannon drew a full needle according to the amount I requested. And because Fu Dacang himself is colorblind, I sent him to the west by mistake in that situation. But no one knew about this incident originally, and I was also rescued and lost my sight and discharged from the army, and I couldn't stand the guilt in my heart and reported it to my superiors. Of course, this is just a fantasy in my dream, and if you don't talk about the sea, then it will always be a mystery.

It's hard to believe that the sniper is colorblind, but I once heard the teacher in the war department talk about it during class.

During World War II, there was a famous sniper named Pentax, and that sniper was green blind. He had only been in the army for more than a month during World War II, and he had already killed twelve enemy enemies. Three or four times higher than the sniper level of the same period, when the superior rewarded him, he learned that because of the overgrown weeds in the savannah area, his green blindness can tell the difference between the color of the green steel helmet and the green weeds at a glance. And he has this ability precisely because he is green blind. Later, the name Pentax was also preemptively registered by a Japanese camera brand and became famous, and it was as hot in the camera circle at that time as Jordan in basketball shoes.

I used to wonder what these colorful stones and brown-green pine cones looked like in the eyes of this colorblind man.

Fu Cannon's stuff was in the room, and I almost never threw it out.

This dream is so unreal, and I have never talked directly to the sea.