Hearing this, the men in black immediately turned their heads and looked at Niko.

A man who looked to be in his twenties, dressed differently than theirs, walked out behind them.

Niko knew the man, someone from a nearby neighborhood.

Nico has been more heterogeneous since he was a child because of hallucinations, and has been rejected by some of his peers, and some gangsters like to bully themselves, and this is the one in front of him.

"Yo, isn't this Niko?" The man quipped, "That's how big it is." ”

"Jerry?" Niko frowned, "Don't you know this is my home!?" ”

"Don't be so angry." He said, "Have you ever seen a little girl about your age?" ”

"What girl, don't change the subject for me!" Niko suppressed his anger and said, "What do you mean by making a mess of my studio and breaking my airship?" ”

"Isn't it just a model?" Jerry said disapprovingly, "Look at the way you look anxious. ”

"Who told you this is a model?" Niko said displeased.

"Oh?" Jerry's face was playful as he looked at the photo hanging on the wall.

It was a framed black-and-white photograph of a huge island looming in the middle of a huge thick cloud, half of which could only be seen, and the other half hidden in the mist.

Some buildings can be clearly seen on the island, especially a huge sky-high tree.

He reached out and took the picture off the wall.

"Do you believe that Skye Island exists, like your uncle?"

"Skye Island exists!" Niko excitedly said, "This picture is proof!" ”

"Poofha!" Jack couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're like your uncle, and you're really a family psycho!" ”

"Who do you say is a psychopath!?"

Niko finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and rushed directly to Jerry, but his body was too thin and was kicked directly into the corner by Jerry.

He coughed violently, only to feel a burning pain in his chest, like a dilapidated puppet, out of breath.

Jerry seemed to want to go up and beat Niko, but was stopped by one of the men in black.

"Okay, we don't have time for you to bully kids here."

Compared to facing Niko, facing these men in black, Jerry is a different face, and he has become very flattering.

"Yes, we'll get out of here, and I'll take you to the rest of the place."

As he spoke, he casually threw the photo frame in his hand on the ground, and the glass on the frame was shattered.

He ignored Niko and instead turned his head and left with the men.

It didn't take long for Niko to regain his strength, and he struggled to get up from the ground, touched his aching chest, and closed the door again.

He took out a box of matches from his body, lit the kerosene lamp hanging on one side, and by the light of the lamp, he silently picked up the glass on the floor, carefully took the picture out of the frame, and placed it on the table to stabilize it with pliers.

Then he began to clean up the tabletop that had been messed up by the group of men in black after their brutal search, stacked the scattered drawings back in order, and placed the tools on the ground in the tool cabinet.

He has some obsessive-compulsive disorder and everything has to be put where it was supposed to be.

So when he packed his things, an hour passed, the night outside the window was even hazy, today's weather was not very good, the sky was not starry and moonless, looking through the window, the surrounding forest was silent, and the strange roar of insects and beasts echoed in the forest, which was creepy.

But Niko was used to it, and in the past when his uncle was still alive, he used to come here with him, and lay here at night to look at the stars and listen to his uncle talk about his past travels.

His uncle was an engineer and an adventurer, and he often traveled to many places in an empty boat, and it was through him that Niko learned how colorful the world was.

A gust of wind through the forest gently brushed the leaves, bringing with it a myriad of salsa sounds, lapping on the windows of the wooden house.

Niko shuddered slightly and touched his arm.

He picked up the matchbox on the table, walked to the fireplace on one side, opened the lid of the fireplace, and put the wood on one side into the fireplace one by one, and set it up as if it were easier to ignite.

Then a pile of flammable materials was placed under the wood.

He took a match from the matchbox and slid it on one side, causing the flames to catch fire.

He took the match and reached into the fireplace, and with the light of the flames, he saw a frightened face looking at him in the chimney above the fireplace.

Her hands and feet propped up the walls of the furnace, and there seemed to be a protruding spot where she could get stuck without much effort, but even then, her arms trembled slightly.

Niko wasn't surprised, though, as his keen senses had already detected the rapid breathing.

"Come out." "They've gone far and shouldn't be coming anytime soon." ”

The girl climbed down the chimney and out of the fireplace.

Niko used the match to light the fireplace, and the flame crackled with the firewood, dispelling the chill in their hearts.

The skirt, face, and arms worn by the girl were almost covered with soot.

She looked about the same age as Nick, and although she looked embarrassed, she still couldn't hide her flamboyance, at least in the eyes of white aesthetics.

"You already knew I was here?" The girl said with some annoyance.

Niko's calm expression clearly said so, and knowing that she was in the chimney, and having let her stay in it for so long, was clearly playing tricks on her.

"Who knows if those people are still around here." Nico said.

He walked to the corner where some pots and pots were placed, drew a little water from the water tank on one side and poured it into the kettle, then poured something like tea from the bag placed on the table on the other side and put it into the kettle, and put it in the fireplace.

Looking at his calmness, which was the exact opposite of the impatient look he had just looked, Nauda seemed to have thought of something.

"You just did it on purpose? To dispel suspicion? ”

Niko didn't answer, just asked.

"What's your name?"

"Naouda." The girl said.

"Why are they looking for you?" Niko asked curiously.

But Nauda didn't answer, just remained silent.

Niko shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If you don't want to say it, it's up to you." ”

He took a piece of black bread from the cupboard above where the kettle and the saucepan were kept, cut a few pieces with a knife, and handed one to the girl.

"You haven't eaten in a long time, right?"

Nauda hesitated for a moment, but took the black bread from Niko's hand and began to gobble it up, even the bread crumbs had to be eaten, and it looked like she had suffered a lot along the way.

Niko took a few bites of the brown bread into his mouth, then went back to the workbench and reframed the photograph.

Although the glass was shattered, the frame as a whole could still be used, and he hung it on the wall again.

Nauda looked curiously at the pattern on the frame.

"Is this a painting?"

"No, it's a photo." Niko said, looking at the painting.

Nauda looked at the floating island in the clouds in disbelief.

"Photo.?"

(End of chapter)