After a night of tossing, everyone woke up very tired, and they hadn't slept well for several days, Yan zhòng's lack of sleep became panda eyes one by one, only the face of the smoke man, there was no change.

The boat stopped near an island that looked like a crescent moon, and after breakfast, everyone put on their backpacks, jumped off the boat, and landed to explore.

The high mountain island in the center of Crescent Island has very limited access to roads, and is full of towering cliffs and dense forests.

Everyone kept pushing aside the bushes in front of them and walked for a long time, and found that one day the path leading to the top of the ridge of Crescent Island was very smooth, as if someone had often gone back and forth down the mountain, which made people feel very different.

Crescent Island is a mountain range with a raised central back, running east and west, with dense forests on the north and south sides, and all the northern sides of the ridge are cliffs and impassable. There is a small beach at the foot of the mountain on the south side, and after landing here, the group walks towards the longer island side on the west side.

After a long walk through the bushes that stood in the way, I found a slightly smooth path that led to the ridge. It seems that there are people going back and forth from here to and from here, and it is very different, and everyone is not allowed to look at each other, so can it be said: There are people living here? Could it be that we have found it?

The excited crowd immediately walked to the front of the sheep intestine trail and began to climb towards the mountain. The mountain road does not look steep, but it is indeed very laborious to climb, but fortunately it is not long, and soon climbed to the end of the mountain road, and everyone wiped the sweat on their foreheads, and it was a pity to find. At the end of the road is a relatively flat cliff top platform with no expected buildings on it. There are only a few straw huts that look like pheasants live, but they are large and spacious. It's not a problem for people to live in it, it's like a miniature version of a yurt, or to be exact: like half a yurt.

The hut looks very sturdy and finished, the outer layer is made of earth mixed with thicker branches, and the inner layer is dry velvet grass, but the ground is very damp, and there is no hay, it seems to be deliberate, as if the animals that live in it. Loved the cold and damp feeling of the ground.

It seems to be a simple shack, but the degree of completion is very high, not like an animal masterpiece, but like a human building. Could it be that there were once people who were trapped on islands like us?

I counted more than a dozen shacks, but a few of them seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, and the shacks had collapsed after the wind and rain. But a few of them are very new. As if someone had lived there just now, and then thinking of the sheep intestine trail that I just walked up the mountain, people can't help but be suspicious. Could it be that there are still people here? Or do creatures live here?

The smoke man squatted in front of a very clean and complete wool grass hut, pinched some soil with his fingers, and sniffed it under his nose. He frowned.

I walked over to him and crouched down, and he put his finger close to mine. Took a deep breath. A damp earthy smell rushed deep into his brain, and he was immediately aware of it. In the middle of the earthy smell, there is a stench, very strange, some familiar smell. Staring at the cigarette man's finger attached to the tip of his nose, he suddenly felt that this picture was familiar, and suddenly remembered that when I was on the deck of the ship before, it was the same situation, when the cigarette man's finger was under my nose, so that I could smell the strange sweat marks left on the deck. By the way, the smell of the earth under the shack here, the mixed stench, is the same as the smell of suspicious water on the deck, the same as the smell of the sea, and there is a very special smell, similar to the rotten smell of seaweed, and like the rotten smell of a corpse drowned in the sea, leaking from the belly.

The woolly shack here is related to the haunted incident on the deck in the middle of the night?

When the question came to my mind, I immediately looked at the cigarette man, and when I saw him nodding, I knew that he was of the same opinion as me, which surprised me.

Originally thought to be a haunted event and a fish creature in the ocean, there are now indications that it may be an amphibian. But how do amphibians spawn in the ocean?

In addition to amphibians, sea turtles can live in sea water and on land, but sea turtles, except for laying eggs, will be afraid of the beach, but they will never be afraid of such a high place, and sea turtles will never have the ability to build this kind of shack.

The sea ghost incident that was hotly discussed on the ship before reminded me of another kind of magical creature, that is, the merman, a strange creature that can live freely on land and in the sea, it is not as mysterious and legendary as the sea ghost, there are many legends about them, some books and reports at home and abroad in ancient and modern times have mentioned this kind of creature like a man and a fish, is it possible that the owner of these grass huts is a "deep-sea shark man"?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible, but when I suddenly heard the fat man's words, this too fantastical idea immediately disappeared without a trace.

The fat man bent down to pick up a chicken feather in the shack, and said in admiration: "The pheasant shed-building technology here is really amazing!" ”

I don't think the shacks were built by pheasants, but it's very likely that there are people who have built huts on expeditions here and then been overrun by creatures like pheasants or turtles, which is more apt and more realistic, and shouldn't overcomplicate things. So, he stood up and beckoned the crowd who had seen enough of the excitement to come down the mountain, get on the boat, and prepare to leave here.

However, after standing up, what was the sudden feeling of uneasiness in my heart?

Despite the uneasiness in their hearts, everyone left Crescent Island safely and headed to the next island. However, the grass shack on the crescent island formed a big pimple in my heart, which made my chest feel very depressed.

The ensuing search was still fruitless, and the dark night was very annoying and unexpected, and unfortunately, the sea became foggy as soon as it was dark.

The ship's lights were like lost fireflies in the dark mist. Because of the fog, everyone returned to the cabin early to rest, but because it was still early, they gathered around to chat.

Chatting and talking, talking about the shacks seen on the Crescent Island, except for the simple fat people, everyone thinks that those sturdy shacks are built by humans. The smell of dirt in the hut is the same strange smell as the water marks that appear on the deck in the middle of the night, and I will tell you about it. (To be continued......)