The watch had only indicated 7:35, and it was still very early. The fog is thick and there is no wind, and according to past experience, this kind of fog will not dissipate in two and a half hours.

The watch is Quan Hao's newly bought two mechanical watches, different brands and different models, both of which are worn on the right wrist. It is the only precise timekeeping tool he has in the island world. It didn't seem accurate because he couldn't tell if a day in the island world was really twenty-four hours. It is only possible to draw a rough conclusion by observing the sunset every day and how much the watch hand travels at noon when the sun's altitude angle is at its maximum. The conclusion is that a day here is not much different from that on Earth. And he didn't have the ability to get the right time of twelve o'clock in the middle of the day and midnight in the island world, which required precise measuring tools. So 7:35 on the table is only an approximate time. He brought two watches to prevent a certain piece from going inaccurately, and he could show it in time when there was a comparison. Originally, Quan Hao thought that he had thought it through, but today's situation reminded him that he needed a luminous watch to use in the dark.

Sitting and resting, Quan Hao couldn't help but wonder what the intelligent creatures in this world should look like. Since yesterday's canoe, the same problem has plagued him countless times. He thinks that humans are the most likely, because many of the known creatures in the island world can be found on Earth. Now that there are other creatures on Earth, as long as time permits, it should be natural for humans to appear here. According to Darwin's evolutionary wheel, creatures in different places will exhibit different physical characteristics according to the actual needs of the locality. If The Theory of Evolution works the same way in the island world, doesn't that mean it's not much different from Earth?

With a headache of thinking about problems, Quan Hao had no choice but to stand up and continue patrolling. Walked on the beach again and still didn't catch anything. Feeling a little thirsty, he drove to the coconut grove and picked up a coconut.

A dozen more than a dozen coconuts that had been confiscated for a few days were lying on the ground. Quan Hao is now very proficient in dealing with coconut shells, and he easily pried open the crack with a dagger and drank it in a big gulp. Just as he was drinking happily, his ears suddenly caught a strange sound that was vague. At first, Quan Hao didn't care, but when he realized that the sound was coming from the sea, he immediately choked on coconut water. He quickly dropped the coconut and spat it out of his mouth. Covering his mouth and refusing to cough. At the same time, he took a big breath, and when the urge to cough subsided, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, hoping that something else would be rewarded. But after another five minutes, there was no sound except the waves.

Jeon Ho struggled to remember the sound, which seemed to be a bit like a hiss. He couldn't say if it was a turtle or not. Because he didn't pay attention at first, the impression in his mind was very vague. Even he wasn't sure if the sound was actually heard by his ears or if it was purely his delusion.

He could only hold the speargun tightly, step by step in the direction where the sound might be. The waves didn't stop him, and soon Jeon Hao was standing knee-deep in the water.

One stop is half an hour. He was like a stone statue, motionless as the sea washed over his knees. During this time, Quan Hao didn't notice any movement, but his intuition told him that he didn't have to wait too long.

Faintly, Quan Hao heard the sound of waves crashing not far ahead. As soon as his ears moved, the waves usually went in the direction of the waves, because the sea was flat. The sound of lapping is often a sign of obstruction of the road and an obstacle at sea. There aren't many things that can be an obstacle here and now.

A slightly darker shade appears in the fog. Quan Hao nervously grabbed the speargun, bit his lower lip and stared at it. The shadows grew heavier and heavier, revealing their true face through the fog. A canoe came silently down the water. The boat was empty, and there was no human figure in sight for the time being.

But that's not reassuring. A little closer, a very unreasonable bulge on the port side caught Quan Hao's attention. He took a closer look, and his heart immediately jumped wildly. It was an arm, with its upper arm hanging from the side of the ship, and its forearm hanging downward, motionless.

Jeon Ho held his breath, and he decided that as long as this creature on the boat didn't move, he wouldn't move. The other party may be asleep, or have some other deep meaning. But Jeon Ho was sure that the initiative was on his side, and that arm looked thin and small, not like a very aggressive one. Hold your ground for the time being, and maybe gather more information. What he was afraid of was that a dozen ships would come together and would be overwhelmed. But with a single canoe, the threat is much lower. When security is guaranteed, attack is not Quan Hao's first choice. After all, he was not hostile to the world.

It wasn't until the canoe reached a distance of about thirty meters that he frowned again. The arm was different from what he had thought, skin and bones had no flesh at all, and it was as thin as dry firewood. The skin on his arm was black and wrinkled, clinging to the forearm bone. It doesn't look elastic at all, and it seems that it can be torn off the bone with a little force. The small palm is dark blue, also dry and fleshless, and the knuckles of the five fingers are clearly visible.

No matter how you look at it, this arm doesn't look like it belongs to a healthy person. Even, whether the owner of the arm is still alive has to put a question mark.

The canoe had reached its side, but there was still no movement. If left unchecked, it will slip by. Jeon Ho hesitated and stretched out his speargun and flicked the boat in his direction. Xiaozhou turned slightly and leaned over to him. Quan Hao looked in boldly.

Rao was mentally prepared, and what he saw in front of him still had a great impact on him. In the canoe lay a thin, small body, eight or nine years old. It's almost a skeleton, and you can't even tell the difference between a male and a female. It can only be judged from the sparse and yellow length of the hair, probably a woman. Her eye sockets were deep, her lips were chapped and tight, her cheekbones were high, and her fleshless cheeks were deeply sunken. He wears a dirty cover that is no longer visible. Because it has been worn for a long time, it has not been worn out, and there are several holes in the shoulders and ribs, revealing the dark skin inside. The outer cover can only cover the knees. Her calves and feet were bare, and she still had sores on her legs.

The little girl was motionless with her eyes closed, and she should have died. Jeon Ho tried to gently touch her shoulder with the other end of the speargun. He had never been in close contact with a dead person, and he felt a little strange in his heart. Unexpectedly, she reacted. There was a slight twitch in the shoulder. Quan Hao was so shocked that he quickly pulled the gun back. But after the little girl had convulsions, she was motionless again. He couldn't tell if it was a natural reaction or if it was a random tic after death. I could only tentatively put a finger into her nose.

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