Behind them soon came two gunshots and a terrible wail that was absolutely not human.

"They killed them." Beelzebub whispered.

"Hmm." And Sasha said, in a lower voice than Beelzebub.

The two children's hands clasped tightly, and Beelzebub found himself running after Sasha—who, though he had only been on the island for less than two months, acted as if he had been born and raised here—like a second Ezzebub.

Beelzebub could tell that they were going down the cliff, and he didn't know if that was correct, but it didn't matter, because a dangerous noise was approaching, in all directions.

Little Hopkins had no intention of taking a boy to practice long-distance running late at night, especially with a pack of wolves following him behind his butt - their destination was not far from Don's mansion, which was also located deep in the alleyway, with the same black iron gates as the surrounding neighbors, high walls, small courtyards, and dark rooms, with no light and no sound.

This is true everywhere they pass.

Beelzebub's heart was indescribably saddened, for the strongest and most reliable shield that should have surrounded "Don" Chegalle, now the shield wall seemed to have been piled up with sand, and was scattered by the gentle rush of the waves.

"Is anyone waiting here?" Perhaps it would have been the Great Hopkins, Beelzebub had thought that the elusive outsider loved his son very much—for some unspeakable reason, Beelzebub did not discover his true thoughts—and that he would have preferred to see Chegalle.

"It's better not to have." Sasha said, "Even my father doesn't know about it. ”

He didn't turn on the lights, and the two children walked through the living room, the dining room, and into the kitchen in the dark, as we said before, most of the buildings on Poseidon Island have basements, and most of the basement exits are arranged in the kitchen, and Sasha opened the somewhat rotten wooden door, and the salty wind poured up from below, lifted the hem of the clothes, and blew on the bare skin, Beelzebub sneezed.

There was an echo in the passageway, and Sasha went down first, Beelzebub followed—he hadn't forgotten to close the door, and he hesitated, not sure whether he should plug in the latch, which was not the thickness of a cigarette, and did not hinder it too much.

"Leave it alone." Sasha said without looking back.

As they descended the swarthy staircase, Beelzebub heard a soft, crisp click, like the sound of a lock jumping.

There was no light in the passage throughout, but that didn't stop it, for Sasha and Beelzebub could see in the faint light like cats, their eyes shining in the dark, and the silver ones were Sasha, and Beelzebub's eyes were golden.

By far the biggest problem they had encountered was the slippery moss on the stone staircase.

The real conundrum is yet to come.

"If this were a movie," Beelzebub muttered, "I'd be upset." ”

Even if it is Sasha, Hopkins Jr., who is far better than his peers and even some adults in terms of thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness many times, can't help but have an extremely short blank time...... The route he had set for himself and the cave had been considered to be almost perfect, but the problem arose with "for himself"—the gap between the outward-facing aqueduct and the cellar, which Sasart had kept, and the iron grating that had been firmly welded was enough for the sand to go in and out sideways—but Beelzebub couldn't.

Beelzebub's face was distorted as it squeezed against the fence, "Obesity is the enemy, the doctor is right." He muttered in despair.

"It's not flesh and skin, it's bones." "It's terrible, if my father were here, he should be able to solve this trouble, maybe painful, but definitely not fatal," Sasha said. ”

Beelzebub winced visibly.

Little Hopkins was floating at the other end of the fence, and there was a slight noise overhead, and he reached out to brush his wet hair and listened carefully: "They're coming." ”

Beelzebub also heard, "No way, you go quickly," he urged firmly, "they are coming for me...... Our Lady bless ......"

Sasha reached out through the crack in the fence and grabbed Beelzebub's face: "If that's true," he blinked, "We still have hope." ”

Beelzebub felt his face become hot, and it was a little hot.

"Try it," said Sasha, "if you really have Chegalle's blood in you." ”

Beelzebub was almost frightened. Yes, he was Chegalle's child, but his mother was an outsider, she had never married anyone, and she had only been with Chegalle for a few days, which was very common on Poseidon Island, as long as he was brave enough, young and beautiful, and had an introducer, there was always a month or two of the year that would make the girls make a fortune - Beelzebub was a real accident, Chegal had no children for the first fifty years, and he didn't expect to have one for the next fifty years - but since he did, he wouldn't be stupid enough to give up.

Chegalle had considered marrying Beelzebub's mother, but Mayare had been his heir for nearly twenty years, and it was arguably not bad to have an incapable baby replace him, even if Chegalle was so senile that he peed his pants, although he did want to see his own son take over the scepter of "Masoye".

He named his son, and then gave him to his most trusted subordinate, and Beelzebub's identity was almost undisguised, except for his father. And the only ones who knew this were Chegalle, Beelzebub, Pepi (his titular father), and old Andreana, and now perhaps Hopkins, and ...... Mayare.

A subordinate child is not worth Mayare's time and effort to chase at this critical moment.

Beelzebub's brain turned into a hot paste, and when he was awakened by the icy water, he couldn't figure out for a moment how he had passed through the fence.

Sasha was in high spirits, and even he rarely had the opportunity to play with human plasticine, perhaps because he was the guide, and the distorted head and body that seemed to melt seemed to him were not only not scary, but very cute, although ...... With a bit of sequelae, he reached out and pinched Beelzebub's chin, grabbed the nose with the other hand, and asked it to move to the right position - if it weren't for the time constraints, Sasha might have continued to challenge and study - when the nose moved to the cheek, did the nasal cavity, nasal passages, olfactory nerves, etc. also move? If not, then how does he maintain his breathing?

Of course, Sasha knew very well that now was not a good time to do his studies, and the movement above was already very obvious, and the little guy who had been transformed, old and fragile on the surface, but hard and solid on the inside, had caused a lot of trouble for the trackers.

Someone was cursing loudly, the dog was barking desperately and loudly, and there were gunshots.

"Where's the ship?" The calm water was empty, and Beelzebub moved his neck, still feeling strange and sluggish, his body stuffed with cotton.

"There are no boats." Sasha said, "I have something better." ”

The passage echoed with the sound of wheezing water, two slender streaks of water crossed the water, and a long pointed snout and a round head appeared in front of them in an instant.

Sasha motioned for Beelzebub to take a deep breath, then dived into the water, and Beelzebub gave the smooth, streamlined body the deepest hug, leaning down with one cheek against the dolphin's fin, creatures with the wisdom of human toddlers meekly and quietly waiting for them to settle themselves.

But when they rushed out, Beelzebub almost screamed because of the terrible acceleration, and no one who has not experienced it can never imagine that feeling - the sea is coming at you, enveloping you, washing you, invading you, and in a few minutes, it can occupy every cell in your body, and the senses of sight, hearing, and smell are completely useless, and Beelzebub can only barely clasp his hands, as if embracing his own life, and it is true.

The passage was about one hundred and thirty feet, and the average speed of the long-beaked true dolphins was about twenty miles per hour, and when they rushed out of the passage with Sasha and Beelzebub, Mayare's men had just rushed down the steps of the cellar.

Two minutes later, they resurfaced and slowed down, and even so, Beelzebub still felt like he was about to float, and even the sand that stood shoulder to shoulder with him looked much more relaxed in comparison.

Beelzebub's thigh was touched by something. He struggled to turn his head to look, but saw nothing.

The dolphin placed the two children in a quiet shallow, surrounded by huge rocks. Shadows cover the sea, and there isn't much sunlight here, even during the day.

They lay on their backs in the water, exhausted and not wanting to move, when Beelzebub realized that the pain was terrible, and he squinted his eyes and looked down, and then wiped it with his fingers—his thigh was badly scratched, maybe it was coral, or a floating mass of seaweed, but it was nice that it wasn't a jellyfish anyway.

There's no baking soda or vinegar here, and those things can only deal with less poisonous jellyfish.

As he thought so, he saw little Hopkins get up and walk slowly behind a rock.

It didn't take long for him to return, with two boxes of chocolates, bottles of purified water, and a small white box with a red cross on it - a portable medicine box.

Beelzebub opened his mouth stupidly.

"Stand up." Sasha took off a piece of chocolate, bit it in his mouth, and said indistinctly, "I'll help you make a simple process, we can't stay here for too long." ”

"I can hold out a little longer," said Beelzebub, "and they won't give up." "Mayare does not forget to spread people on the sea, and at any time a speedboat or boat cruising nearby will come to search for it at any time with a phone call.

Sasha shook his head and smiled, his soaked blonde hair glistening in the iron-blue skylight.

"What do you think just happened to you?"

He gasped slightly, a bit of a cost, but it was worth it.

(To be continued)