A spider is said to be small, but big but not big. When he had a head, he opened his teeth and danced his claws, and after the head was blown off, the three head-wide earthly spider bodies were cleaned up by an old man and a young man within a few minutes.

Old man Sean tied up the seven claws with a rope and threw them to the car, and the spider's stomach bag and organs were cleaned and put into a jar and sealed, and as for the fluff scraped from the chest plate and back armor, it was put away in a cloth bag after drying and hung on his waist.

The spider's bodily fluids and spider silk were also collected by the arranger and packed into bags. Both slime and silk thread can be used as a binder, and spider silk has an unexpected effect on many times when trapping traps.

The soup at the camp had already boiled and the food was ready. So the old man went over with the boy and rested and chatted with everyone.

It's food, but it's not really delicious. Seventeen people sat in a circle around the pot, but the soup in the pot was just a random amount of salt, some moss, and two pickled fish. There are a lot of calorie cakes in it, seventeen or eighteen pieces, enough for a group of people to eat seven or eight points each.

It is said that it is soup, in fact, it is better to say that it is a salty calorie porridge with fish and moss, and there is no lack of long way to meet the camping area, at that time you can only swallow the shriveled food with water, and at this moment when you arrive at the camping area, it is natural to set up a pot to cook some hot things. The men sat around the pot and ate hot fish porridge, chatting and telling jokes while eating.

"Here, your porridge."

The old man scooped a bowl for himself, and by the way, he also turned the bottom of the pot and brought Garcia a thick bowl.

Garcia was not polite to the old man, and drank the bowl of hot porridge, salty, with a bit of fish and moss. It's just that I drank too quickly and my mouth was a little hot, and I didn't want to show it in front of people, so I had to turn around my tongue and swallow it.

The decorator only felt that it was a little burning from his tongue to his stomach, and it took half a minute to calm down.

"Drink slowly, no one will rob you." Sean is a person who has lived for seventy years after all, and when he saw Garcia's wrong expression, he knew that he was burned with porridge, so he smiled and began to blow his bowl. "It is said that the rice is delicious and the porridge is hot, and the porridge is so anxious that one accidentally burns himself to death."

He held a thick clay bowl and blew on the steaming porridge, then sucked the slightly cold porridge in the corner along the edge of the bowl into his mouth.

"Hmm." Garcia touched the back of his neck, a little embarrassed. I didn't expect that I would be caught by the old man in a bad place and seize the opportunity to educate a few sentences. hurriedly responded, raised his eyes to look to both sides and saw that no one noticed his embarrassment, so he learned the old man's drinking method and took two sips. Then he took the chopsticks and began to pick them up in small bites.

"Hey, let me tell you, I haven't seen my mother-in-law for the past two months, and my mother-in-law misses me!"

"I know I didn't get a good night's sleep last night!"

"Hey, look at what you said, Winter can fight until dawn? I think it's only been two times, and he is lying on his mother-in-law's belly and sleeping like a dead dog! ”

……

There were no women in the caravan sitting in a circle, so the men often made these vulgar but intimate jokes. Garcia sat on the side, drinking porridge and listening to the men next to him bragging and joking, and suddenly he laughed heartily, this kind of life in the caravan is quite good. He thought to himself.

"What time is it?"

Someone in the caravan suddenly asked.

"It's past seven o'clock."

Mr. Sean took out his pocket watch from his bosom, pinched it open and looked at it, then closed it and stuffed it back into his bosom.

"Then if you are full of food and drink, find a place to write...... Do you remember the order of the vigil? ”

"Yes."

The crowd replied sparsely, it sounded like the voices of four people, and Sean looked up to see that it was exactly four, middle-aged men who were in charge of the night vigil at work.

"Then rest. Winter, don't hold on to the four of you when you're at the point, shake the others up and change shifts. ”

"Okay, leader."

The middle-aged man who is called Winter looks honest, but honest people often do this kind of stupid thing to help others. At this time, Sean pointed out and smiled, but he didn't know if he listened or not.

After eating and drinking, everyone found a place in the four corners and lay down and began to rest. Except for the four-person vigil, there are thirteen people left, and sleeping in four sheds is not very cramped.

After a day of running and tiring, the men soon fell asleep and fell asleep, and the snoring gradually sounded in the shed, after all, they were all men who worked hard to pull the car, and many of them were even retired from the security team back then, and the style of life was rough and understandable. However, Garcia couldn't sleep for a while, and it became a habit to sleep with his younger brother Dan in a box and a bed at home, and when it was time to sleep, he suddenly couldn't see his brother's face, and he felt a little at a loss for a while.

Tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep, and I felt that Blair next to me was snoring louder and louder, and I couldn't wake up, so I sat up and pulled up the curtain of the tent and walked out. Not far outside, there was a portable lamp lit up, and at a glance it was the night watchman. Garcia walked over to the light, thinking that he might as well call one of them over there to sleep and go to work himself.

Then I was startled by the words that suddenly came from not far away.

"Why, I can't sleep."

Garcia's body shook, and then subconsciously pulled out the knife, and then he realized that he was nervous, how could any mutant creature still speak, and then thought that the voice was like the voice of Old Man Sean, so he looked towards the front left, and vaguely saw the figure of the old man not far away.

The old man did not sleep for some reason, and sat on the big stone in front of the camp, which used to be a section of the stone pillar, but for some reason it broke and collapsed to the ground and became several pieces.

"Well, I kind of miss my brother."

Garcia didn't hide it either, and laughed shyly twice and told the truth.

"If you can't sleep, you can talk for a while?"

The stone is not small, and there are about three or four people who can sit in a crowded seat. Sean patted the empty space next to him and extended an invitation to Garcia.

"Hmm."

So the young man and the old man sat on the stone in front of the camp and talked with each other. Talk about history, culture, family life, camps, and life. The old man is a very talkative person, and he is actually very knowledgeable from another point of view. In Garcia's view, Mr. Sean's knowledge is actually comparable to that of Mr. Hyde, but the latter's knowledge reserve does not know where it comes from, but the former's profound knowledge comes from his own accumulation and business experience over the years.

"If you see more, your horizons will naturally widen."

I don't know if this is the case with Mr. Hyde, at least in Sean's case, this sentence is quite true.

So before I knew it, I talked about Mr. Hyde again.

"Old man, what was the situation when you first met my Hyde teacher?"

"It was twenty years ago, and I really found it on the slope...... It was the first time I had seen a living person on the slope in decades, and although I was unconscious and unconscious when I found it, I was able to get it back. ”

"Unconsciousnessed?" It was the first time Garcia had heard Sean talk about his experience of rescuing Mr. Hyde on the road, and he frowned, "Was he injured by a mutant creature?" ”

"Nope." The old man shook his head, his expression was a little weird, "It's dehydration." At that time, your teacher looked like he had walked on the slope for three days or more without drinking a drop of water, but there were actually underground rivers in many places in the slope, and even if there was no underground river, there was clear water produced in the cracks in the stones, and anyone with a little common sense could find the location of the water source through the sound of water...... It's still weird to think about it now. ”

The old man finally shrugged, "Whatever, there are too many places in this world that we don't know, who knows what happened to your teacher at that time...... There was no wound on his body, but he did it like a dehydrated person. ”

"Then didn't you ask after you were cooked?" Garcia was puzzled.

"Why not, I had to mention this to Hyde every time I went back to town in the first few years, but every time I talked about this kid he laughed at me, and it was the kind of meaningful, I wondered what I couldn't say, was it interesting to put a mystery there? But your teacher is willing, and over time I won't bother anymore...... Speaking of which, it makes a lot more sense for you to ask yourself than to ask me, how to say that you are also his personal disciple, the old boy even passed his surname to you, and it is clear that he wants to use you as his successor. ”

"I ...... I don't know why the teacher ......"

Garcia thought back to the time Mr. Hyde spent with him, but there was never a single time he talked about the reason why the teacher came to town, or the teacher's own story...... Hyde Márquez is like a gust of wind blowing in the town of Sapp, affecting the town, but no one knows where he came from...... Again, no one knows where he went.

Even if it's a personal disciple of himself.

All Hyde left to himself was more than a dozen years of earnest teaching and a not-so-thick notebook in the teacher's storage cabinet.

A notebook that records the teacher's experience and wisdom, with some unreadable symbols and passages, some understandable recipes, and other knowledge.

"Those unintelligible symbolic passages...... Garcia chewed on the sentence, "maybe the teacher left me some stories of his own...... It's just in a way I can't understand......"

Hometown dialect? Hometown text? It's all possible, but for Garcia, who has never crossed the border, it's just some unintelligible passages lying on yellowed paper, and the only difference between paragraphs is the number of symbols.

"Teacher Hyde......" with a long sigh, Garcia lay down on the stone, silent for a long time, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, "Tsk, it was because I wanted my brother to come out and get angry for a while and wanted to go back to sleep, but now my brother didn't want to think about it, but he remembered Teacher Hyde......"

"The book says that decorators generally think a lot."

Sean lovingly patted Garcia's thigh to make him think less.

"Relax kid, you'll be able to sleep. Don't think about anything, think you have a calorie in front of you, two calories, three calories, four calories......"

The old man's voice became softer and slower, Garcia tried to empty his mind, did not think about anything, only imagined the scene in the old man's words, and unconsciously, finally felt his eyelids fight, and then fell into a deep sleep.

……

That night, he dreamed of himself as an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and of Hyde Márquez, who guided him in childhood.

"Teacher Hyde!" Garcia dreamed that he was in Mr. Hyde's office and asked Mr. Hyde what he was doing before he came to town, "Mr. Hyde, what did you do before you came to Spath?" ”

"Back then...... I'm also a teacher. Garcia frowned at the sight of his teacher, as if he was missing.

"That'...... What kind of teacher? ”

"A ......"

……

"Toot-" The caravan's assembly post rang sharply at six o'clock the next morning.

Garcia's dream was interrupted.