ACT232: Returning

"Prosecutor?" Song Jiu was stunned and wondered: "Court's? ”

"......" Fang Fei was stunned by his question, and said, "It should be." ”

"What kind of secret is this? Do you still need to support it? Song Jiu wondered, he didn't understand what there was to hide in such a sunny and snowy job. When he was in college, the school organized a trial to observe, and he had the impression that the prosecutor and judge were not young, and Natalia's age, he estimated that he was a clerk or something at best.

"You ask me, who do I ask?" Fang Fei glared at him angrily, as if he saw Song Jiu's thoughts, and explained: "The structure of judicial organs at home and abroad is different, there is nothing to doubt about this. In addition, she said it herself, the prosecutor was only half of it, and she was reluctant to say the other half. ”

"You talk to her again and tell her that we are all ** successors, and we are all equal in terms of identity." Song Jiu was relieved, Barbie worked in the judiciary, maybe she had served in the military before, so thinking about it, it was not so difficult to understand that she would use firearms.

"Say it yourself." Fang Fei was amused when he heard this, as if he had been clicked by his joke, and guessed: "Could she be someone from the overseas authorities?" ”

"It's possible." Song Jiu nodded, he was also thinking about this, but after thinking about it, Barbie's identity didn't seem to mean much, if she hadn't brought her out of the shipyard by herself, then she would still be a mud monkey, an officer who checked a fart.

The two analyzed outside the door for a while, but basically didn't come up with any useful information, and the prosecutor inside began to call "Song" again and again, helplessly, the two had to stop talking and send Fang Fei back to the cabin, and Song Jiu himself turned back.

The nights are long, and many people who seem to be fine during the day are much more vulnerable at night, and the emotions that have nowhere to vent spread in their hearts, growing like weeds, eroding their hearts disguised as a stone.

Song Jiu is the same, he has been lying down for a long time, but he still has no sleep, staring at the criss-crossing beams above his head, his mind seems to be stuffed into a ball of cotton, and he is ignited by a handful of flowers, burning and burning, and one by one the deceased faces appear in front of him, lingering and unforgettable. Song Jiu knows that he must be the only one who can't sleep, in this kind of situation, many emotions can only be digested by themselves, sadness is too easy to contagious, if two sad people get together, not only can they not get any comfort, but they will also expand the sadness infinitely.

Thinking like this, his thoughts gradually became chaotic, the dancing fires and figures gradually disappeared into the darkness, his consciousness escaped into nothingness, and his body senses became dormant one after another.

In the next few days, the whole island fell into a strange atmosphere, although the wind was clear, but every islander felt as if a haze was slowly drifting, about to envelop the island again, the reason why they had this thought, the reason is still because of the Song wine group.

Fang Fei had already talked to a group of people led by Qian Wanguo, and he was open and honest, without any concealment. She calmly told the other party that she had decided to leave with Song Jiu, this island has condensed the efforts of too many people, and she hoped that after it was handed over to them, it would not capsize too quickly.

Qian Wanguo and his gang were a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect Fang Fei to give up here, he himself was one of the twenty or so people who landed on the island back then, how to turn this place from a desert island to a paradise, he knew better than anyone in his heart, he was still trying to fight for the right to speak a few days ago, but he didn't expect that happiness suddenly hit his head today; The other group of people is heartbroken, they have also taken great pains in the past few days, hoping that Song Jiu and these people can take over from Jin Bo and continue to lead here, for this reason, they have also come to the door many times to persuade them, Fang Fei has not given a clear answer, and they are still lucky.

"Girl, if you leave, what can you do on the island?" The middle-aged man who gave the bride and groom sighed gloomily, the years of wind and frost had left indelible marks on his face, making him look much older than his actual age.

"Uncle, the island is still that island, there is water, electricity and food, in the future, you can discuss it, let's live a good life, don't make trouble in the nest anymore, it's boring." Fang Fei said this sentence in front of Qian Wanguo, who looked a little embarrassed, laughed dryly, and did not answer.

"We will take away some food and water, and also leave you a batch of weapons for self-defense, and we will call you here today mainly to explain." Fang Fei thought that he was just explaining some things simply, but the more he spoke, there were a lot of reluctant emotions in his heart, and his eyes were a little red as he spoke.

"Alas, you tell Lao Qian, we don't have any thoughts, we are content with food and clothing." The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, and turned around and left the stilted building with a few conservative young people.

Qian Wanguo's face was a little strange, he looked at Fang Fei, and plucked up his courage to say: "We have lived together for so many years, I know that Jin Bo has always looked down on me, but Fang Fei, you should know me, I also want to make the island better, and I definitely have no bad intentions." ”

"Just remember these words yourself." Fang Fei nodded slightly, she still believed this.

"So, when are you leaving?" Qian Wanguo rolled his eyes, consciously lost his words, and hurriedly explained: "I, I, I'm not driving you away, I'm just ......."

"I know." Fang Fei interrupted his explanation, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I still need to prepare something, it should be just the last few days." Old money, maybe one day we will come back, the island is handed over to you, don't destroy it. ”

……

Three days later, everything was ready, all the food and drink needed for the long voyage were loaded onto the yacht, the watermaker resumed its work, and the only remaining turbine was repaired and maintained, which could be regarded as a rebirth and could operate normally.

The ship is still the same ship, the sea is also the same sea, and the faces of the people who board the ship have not changed, but there are many less familiar faces.

Jimbo's underground arsenal was exposed, Wu Wentao seized most of the resources, leaving only a small number of pistols and ammunition to the island, Qian Wanguo had no objections, these things were of limited use in their hands, and the reason why they were left to them was that they couldn't bring too much, and secondly, they could be regarded as doing something for Jimbo's island in the end, after all, the island had been exposed, and if Caroline returned again, the remaining islanders would at least have a fight.

Cao Zheng once thought about the island's wind and solar power generation system, wondered if he could change the yacht into an electric boat, and went to visit the islanders, but finally returned in vain. Unfortunately, the big cow who made this system is dead, and died in the greeting procession.

There is only about one-third of the fuel left in the oil storage tank, and according to the chart drawn by Ye Qingmei, the fuel cannot hold on to the trading port at all, and the only way is to sail halfway and then take an assault boat to go in batches. Moreover, it is also unknown whether there is fuel available at the trading port, and there is a high probability of running in vain.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, there is no fuel, everything is in vain, even if you send them a warship, it is useless.

Out of thoughtful consideration, Cao Zheng suggested that the large army should be delayed for another day, the current choice is too little, if the trade port is not harvested, it will be difficult to move an inch next, the stakes are very high, and it is not rational to say that it is not rational to go.

Song Jiu and Wu Wentao exchanged opinions, and they both felt that it was the same whether they were slow or not, and if they stayed for one more day, fuel would not appear out of thin air. After many negotiations, Song Jiu and Lao Wu still nodded and gave in, without him, Cao Zheng sacrificed a killer idea.

Cao Zheng: "The weather is a little abnormal these days, and it's hard to see rain. ”

Song Jiu, Wu Wentao: "......"

After experiencing a storm, many people have a shadow of the rain on the sea, Cao Zheng's previous judgment of the weather was very accurate, he said that it was going to rain, and the sky did not dare to let it shine. So, the twelve monkeys, who had been ready to go in the morning, returned to the island, and under the strange eyes of the islanders, they went back to their homes, closed their doors, and did not ask about the world.

……

In the evening, the sky was flooded with lead-colored dark clouds, with wisps of rain falling on the island, the fresh rain and dew lasted less than half an hour, the sky suddenly changed color, thick clouds covered the sky, the network of lightning wandered behind the clouds, rolling muffled thunder came one after another, and it was not long before the torrential rain poured down.

The people who delayed their travel were stunned, looking at the gray sky outside the window, and their hearts were mixed.

For Song Jiu, Cao Zheng is a human weather detector, and for others, Cao Zheng is a crow's mouth.

The clear sky suddenly stormed, the waves were angry and rolling, the waves were rolling, lapping the shore, and the layers of white foam rose and fell with the waves, and the sea and the sky were almost connected.

A fishing boat with the words "China Going Deep" on its bow rose and fell in the waves, the materials stacked on the deck were bumped and rolled, breaking free from the fixed cable and rolling into the sea, and the bow flag was soaked by the wind and rain, wet into a lock, still rolling and flying.

The captain's cabin was a mess, and the tables, chairs, and bedboards drifted around drunkenly, and the captain struggled to get up from the deck, grabbed the handrail of the door, and took advantage of the momentary stability of the hull as it fell from high to low, opened the door and rushed into the hallway.

"Signal! Send a distress signal! "The captain was a square-faced man, and his regular clothes were stained with spilled coffee, and he looked very embarrassed.

There were seven or eight people gathered in the cockpit, a group of men, of similar age, some in military uniforms, some in civilian clothes, all staring intently at the rolling waves outside the porthole, their faces pale.

The captain stumbled in, his big cap gone, his face not knowing whether it was sea water or rain, and hissed, "Sail against the wind!" ”

The crew at the helm was sweating profusely and roared back in a hoarse voice: "That will deviate from course!" ”

"You don't want to die!" The captain pulled off the helmsman and instructed the surveyors to give the data, while trying to adjust the ship's course and try to keep the side of the ship away from the wind and waves.

"Sailing against the wind won't help now, so be ready to abandon ship." A young man's face was quite calm, his military boots were stuck in the corner of the survey platform, trying to stabilize his body balance, and asked, "Where is Xiaozhuang?" How far is it going? ”

"I don't know, I can't locate it now." The surveyor lifted his glasses and said nervously: "We must have deviated from the course, it is difficult to say how much we have deviated, we can only wait for the storm to stop and then see, it is too late to abandon the ship, and a wave can smash you down." ”

"Captain, are you sure you can rush out?" The young man asked.

"It's a fishing boat! Not a warship! "The captain was going mad, and had warned the crew before going out to sea that they must return to the ship as soon as the weather changed, but the young man took it upon himself to take the lives of the whole ship as child's play.

"You're the best helmsman, I believe in you." The young man's face did not change, and he patted the captain on the shoulder, and a flash of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

"The surname is Sun, I have written down this account with you, if I can go back alive, I will sue Lao Yao." The expression on the captain's face was very rich, and he couldn't tell whether he was really angry or bitter, and ordered the cabin duty officer to make every effort to ensure the normal operation of the power equipment through the loudspeaker, took a deep breath, and rushed into a wave against the wind, and the hull was almost out of the sea.

At this moment, the detection instruments on the side of the survey station suddenly beeped, and the display screen seemed to resume work, and the fan swept screen was originally empty, and a series of rather dense line patterns suddenly appeared.

"There's a reef!" The surveyor hissed and shouted, and the pencil in his hand snapped into two with a 'click' due to extreme tension.

The captain's face turned pale, and he closed his eyes in despair as he looked at the huge waves that fell head-on.