Birdman thinks that the biggest fear and excitement of people themselves is that you know a secret, only you know about it, and if you tell others, people will not believe you, and they will think that you are sick in the brain.

The snail is a freak like the birdman. But the snail tells the birdman that he is a visitor from outside the world.

Birdman has the habit of practicing flying at night, that day Birdman was like a hen in the air, and saw a moving room, the feet of an octopus sticking out from under the snail's buttocks, and his disabled legs were placed like puppets on a wooden wheelchair, and he relied on the tentacles of an octopus to circle around the cabin, as if thinking about something, and the birdman also saw a metal object in the shape of a flying saucer shining in the cabin, and his curiosity made the birdman stay at the window, and was soon discovered by the snail.

The snail's tentacles quickly grabbed the birdman and pulled him into his room, and the birdman tried to scream a few times, but the sound of the steam engine drowned out the birdman's cries for help.

"Birdman, don't make trouble, I'm not a monster. The snail said, ripping off his clothes, revealing a pink human body with octopus feet under his buttocks.

"I know you're a freak like me. Birdman said, calming down, and finally there was a weirdo like me.

"I'm not a freak, I'm a visitor. ”

"Visitors from the sky?" the birdman was a little surprised.

"My job is a cosmic professional traveler, and my real name is Magellan. I'm from Mercury, and my job is to find planets where life is suitable. "The snail introduces himself like a gentleman.

"You mean, you're here to invade?"

"No, I'm not going to occupy this little place, you're still going to live here unharmed, when I came here, my ship broke down, and I'll leave here when I fix it. If one day we invade this planet, we will only hide in the depths of this planet, and we will not be noticed by you or disturb your life. ”

"Thank you. The birdman didn't know what to say, he just felt his throat dry.

"No thanks, your selfish greed will cause you to kill each other and go to extinction. ”

"I won't bother you, then I'll take my leave. Birdman smiled awkwardly. He wanted to flee as soon as possible.

"Don't go, let's talk again, I think you are a writer full of humanity. I love your story. ”

"Everybody thinks I'm. ”

"That's because they hurt the egg, that's why they think you're. ”

"Does your home live in the deep sea outside the valley?" the snail's words dispelled the birdman's fear and made the birdman curious.

"No, alien systems, you won't understand, frankly, where the gods of your ancient mythology lived. ”

"Are you God?"

"No, there have been many aliens who have come to this world in the past, and your ancestors imagined incomprehensible phenomena and created us so-called gods, in fact, we are just like you, but the history of civilization is longer than yours, so your IQ and technological products are incomparable. ”

"So you've been to a lot of places?"

"Yes, I've been to many planets and collected samples of all kinds of creatures, but don't worry, I won't take you as a sample, because you have wings and are a freak. ”

"I think you're making up stories, and you seem to me to be a freak. "Birdman shows no signs of weakness.

"I'll show you something. The snail spoke, and after some kind of mechanism, one of the walls of the wooden house slowly moved away, revealing a row of shelves lined with glass jars. Glass jars contain various biological samples.

The snail pulls out a glass jar with a frog in it. He told me, "It's not frogs, it's Tatar frogmen, they have intelligence and they have great jumping power. The snail said as he opened the glass jar, and a frog's leap flew out of the window.

"When will it fall?"

"It's possible that it's dawn, and the frogmen are afraid of the sun. ”

Birdman also saw the body of the butt man: "He also became your collection." ”

"Yes, I need his body. ”

"Beware of his soul haunting you. The birdman's eyes were fixed on the fart man in the glass jar, as if the fart man would open his eyes in the next second.

"He has no soul. The snail disagreed: "Not all people will produce souls after death, they need to be produced under certain environmental conditions, and the souls will not last too long before they will dissipate." There are also those that have existed for a long time, but this requires a suitable environment for survival. ”

"Is there a scientific basis for the soul?"

"Yes, on our planet we call the soul impression. ”

"I want to go home and sleep now. "The birdman wants to leave right away.

"Then go back and get some good sleep. The snail no longer holds the birdman: "Remember not to speak out, no one will believe you." ”