Nan Zhou had never watched TV, and there was very little teaching about kissing in the book.
The few kisses in his life were all tested on Jiang Fang.
He is not good at this, a little clumsy, but every time he opens himself up without reservation, and earnestly exchanges affection, temperature and skin texture with him.
Nan Zhou's tongue stuck out a little, soft pink. Because it is clean from the inside to the outside, when kissing, it gives people a clean and pleasant feeling.
The tip of his tongue touched Jiang Fang's teeth lightly, making Jiang Fang feel the urge to bite it and bleed it.
But he didn't act rashly, just held this warm, half-wet kiss under the rush of blood.
After they exchanged a long and hot kiss, Nan Zhou released his lips and gently rubbed his nose with his nose.
Jiang Fang observed that Nan Zhou liked to stick with people, as if he could get a little breath from the other person.
It's very animalistic and fun.
Jiang Fang couldn't see the blood on his cheeks, and commented warmly, "It's pretty good at kissing."
Nan Zhou: "Well. I read a book in my library. An evolutionary psychologist said that when two people kiss, they transmit biological information about whether they will have strong offspring."
Jiang Fang: "..."
Jiang Fang found that Nanzhou also had an instinctive and animalistic attachment to reproduction and heredity, and couldn't help laughing: "What is the result of the information transmitted? Can we?"
Nan Zhou put his arms around Jiang Fang's neck and shook his head honestly: "I don't know. After I go out, I can do a physical examination."
Jiang Fang happily replied, "Okay."
After the two of them hooked up with Xu Xu in the sea to say a few words and relieved the suffocation of lack of oxygen together, Nan Zhou asked the real question: "What's going on in your place?"
Jiang Fang's encounters and speculations in the sea are actually similar to those of Nan Zhou.
After discovering that all the people around him had disappeared out of thin air and that he was alone in the sea, he resolutely gave up the useless consumption and let himself be pulled near the yellow mud jar by the evil force.
In the nick of time, he scratched the numbers on the jar with shells he picked up from the seabed.
Nan Zhou was curious: "So what is that number?"
He rummaged through the book, and he hadn't seen a spell that used numbers as a descending head.
Jiang Fang paused: "...It's a birthday."
Isn't it very basic common sense to use the birthday horoscope as a bow
Nan Zhou: "Birthday?"
Nan Zhou: "… "
Nan Zhou: "Isn't my birthday on December 23rd?"
When Nan Zhou was born, he didn't know, and neither could his mother.
Just like when he knew that he suddenly had a younger sister, her younger sister was already a lively child.
When Nan Zhou was a child, he rummaged through the calendar at home, and on the earliest wall calendar in the basement, he turned to the one that was circled on December 23, as if it was very important.
Nan Zhou regarded it as his birthday.
But the family never gave him a birthday.
The most ceremonial thing he did on his birthday was to transform himself into a luminous charm when he was nine years old.
Nan Zhou thought it was a gift for his family.
It's just that he didn't think about it, even this birthday is fake.
Nan Zhou was quite frustrated for a while.
Jiang Fang saw the slight fluctuations in his emotions, and stroked the back of his neck as a sign of comfort: "What month and day did you see?"
Nan Zhou had been holding the scratched jar in his hand. When he kissed just now, he let it bob up and down beside him like a bottle.
Now, I finally have a chance to take a closer look.
After the eight characters of birthday written with a thin layer of blood on the altar were scratched, the head bowed and untied naturally.
After the head was broken, a layer of transparent, water-like talisman condensed on the mouth of the jar, and the jar became an ordinary jar again.
Nan Zhou picked up the jar and saw that one of the numbers on it had been scratched, and a large piece of the yellow mud jar had also been scraped off, leaving only a vague "21".
Seeing Nan Zhou carefully studying the missing numbers on the altar, Jiang Fang laughed and lowered his hand: "Don't look at it. It's January 21."
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang and frowned slightly.
He didn't ask why it was this day.
He asked, "Brother Fang, how did you find me?"
Jiang Fang's bowing jar, and his bowing head should not be together, maybe they are still far apart.
Jiang Fang smiled, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him: "Ah. After I crossed out my birthday, I wrote your birthday in my blood. To be precise, it was this head bow that brought me. found yours."
… no wonder.
When Nan Zhou was about to fall into the yellow mud jar, it was forcibly pulled back by a force in the opposite direction.
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes, grabbed Jiang Fang's wrist, and found a wound on it.
It was scratched with a shell.
The wound was slightly rolled, but the blood did not flow, but the wound was slightly hideous.
Since just now, this hand has been immersed in the icy sea water, and the edge has turned white.
Jiang Fang smiled warmly and stared at his slightly dimmed eyes.
He liked the way Nan Zhou felt sorry for him.
Nan Zhou gently supported his palm with his fingertips and asked, "How do you know my birthday?"
Jiang Fang smiled: "Of course I know, I read you for more than ten years."
He pointed at the remnants on the jar: "It was written in the handbook of the artist of the first edition of "Eternal Day", and he started writing on the night of January 21."
… is also the day Nan Zhou was officially brought into the world.
Nan Zhou shook his head: "I don't even know."
"You don't know, I'll tell you." Jiang Fang said gently, "I know everything about you."
He added: "By the way, I am on February 6."
Nan Zhou snorted: "I remember."
He raised his hand and rubbed the altar, thoughtfully.
This jar is very heavy, unlike paper figures, it cannot be brought by small animals such as squirrels and sea fish, and it is even more impossible to accurately land near the route they pass through.
The only explanation is that someone came to this sea area and put the jar here in person.
Jiang Fang also seemed to understand Nan Zhou's mind.
He frowned and thought for a moment: "Did a cruise ship come by in the evening?"
This scenic spot is not developed and has not been developed yet. There are two passenger ships transformed from fishing boats.
It stands to reason that they are the only guests on the liveaboard today.
But just as it was getting dark and they were having a barbecue on the boat, another boat passed them.
At that time, they thought it was just another group of guests who went out to sea to watch the sunset on a cruise ship.
The boat made a turn and went back.
If the one who surrendered was on the boat...
Nan Zhou suddenly remembered something and raised his head: "… Yinhang?"
Li Yinhang is still on board!
After the two looked at each other for a while, Jiang Fang immediately began to confirm the way forward.
Fortunately, after the fog dissipated, the island returned.
Using it as a reference, the two quickly dived to the bottom of the water and turned back the same way. It only took ten minutes to find the passenger ship that had been anchored.
When they boarded the boat along the rubber gangway, Li Yinhang was squatting in the corner of the boat like a small beast, with a lifebuoy around his waist, his hands behind his back, and he looked vigilantly in their direction.
When she saw that Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were coming, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and a silver light leaked from her back.
She held the two daggers firmly in her hands.
According to Li Yinhang, she began to worry about Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang after seeing the fog on the sea.
But when the sailor ran into the wheelhouse and told the captain about the fog, the two never came out.
When she noticed something was wrong and went to check again, she was the only one left on the boat.
The hull swayed slowly along with the waves, as if some behemoth would climb up at any time.
Li Yinhang squatted on the side of the ship where the lifebuoy was hanging, holding a sharp blade, gritted his teeth, and squatted firmly without moving his nest.
She weighed her weight clearly.
On this sampan, she still has a chance to gamble with monsters.
Into the water, that is the bastard flip, completely finished.
Obviously, the shaking of the hull and the disappearance of the crew were all caused by Li Yinhang's jar.
It's a pity that the jar has no legs, so I can't climb on the boat.
Li Yinhang insisted on the green mountain, and did not go into the water, so this highly targeted jar also lost its usefulness.
Therefore, the monsters in this jar can only be an atmosphere group on the periphery, bluffing in vain.
There is still some oxygen left in the air bottle.
According to the strange and abnormal direction of the water flow, this air was enough for Jiang Fang to find Li Yinhang's jar nearby, and draw flowers and blood on it for his birthday.
When Jiang Fang turned back to the side of the boat, the dive guide and the launching crew also took two Malay tourists, like a big bronze fish, and killed him aggressively.
When he found out that the two were missing halfway and left behind, he was so nervous that his heart beat a hundred and eighty. He swam back in vain for a long time before he patted his forehead, intending to send the two Malay guests back to the boat first, and then go down by himself.
Now seeing the two people who had left the team without authorization and returned to the boat, the dive guide was relieved, and then there was a burst of anger.
Before he even got on the boat, he stepped on the edge of the rubber gangway and attacked them in Thai.
It was Jiang Fang who was really scolded.
Nan Zhou, who had read the Thai dictionary all night, only had the shape of the Thai language in his mind, and he had no sound yet, and he couldn't keep up with his speaking speed. 's wound.
Among the rewards of the 99-man race, "Cube Ark" gained two B-rank personal binding skills.
Nanzhou took it away, which can treat common skin injuries, colds, wind-cold, fever, and detoxification.
In short, what the school doctor can cure, he can cure.
Nan Zhou was honored as the nurse in the team.
However, for others, this is a small storm.
Even the submersible guide just got mad habitually.
Because Jiang Fang is obviously an old man with diving experience, just relying on his own experience, he left the team to explore a danger.
It just made him feel frightened all the way in vain, and it was really unpleasant not to scold him.
The crew and captain who disappeared in the wheelhouse heard the noise outside and came out as usual.
It was as if they had no idea that they had just disappeared on the ship and went to another time and space.
When the dive guide calmed down and Nan Zhou held his hand again, Jiang Fang whispered to him.
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and went ahead to get a bottle of mineral water for Jiang Fang.
About five minutes later, Jiang Fang suddenly pressed his stomach and retched violently. He didn't know if he ate bad food or had a sudden illness.
Seeing that he was so uncomfortable, the dive guide was also worried that he would have an accident on the ship and implicate him. After discussing with the captain and the crew, he went to seek the opinions of the Malay guests. Can he return to the voyage first and send the patient back to the shore? .
Although the Malay guests had a false alarm in the middle, they had a good time. They had done the night snorkeling that they wanted to play the most. It was no problem to go back to the shore. go back together.
Fifteen minutes later, they returned to the shore.
After being relocated to the shore and the passenger ship returned to the depths of the ocean night, Jiang Fang immediately returned to normal.
Just now, Nan Zhou used the "detoxification" function on him to clean up his stomach.
Back on the shore, they can easily investigate.
They came to the boat rental office, and after paying a tip of 100 baht, they pried open the mouth of the little brother who was watching the boat.
According to him, at about seven o'clock today, when the sky was about to get dark, a guest with several large bags came here and said he was going to sea.
However, the liveaboard has a reservation time limit, and after 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the cruise business will be stopped.
The visitor was helpless, and paid a high price of 5,000 baht, saying that he wanted to swim in the sea at night to relax.
In this non-standard scenic spot, as long as you have money, you can say anything about the rules.
Jiang Fang added another 200 baht and asked in English, "What kind of person?"
When the little brother saw Qian, his eyes were bright, and he gestured vigorously: "He is tall and strong, with an aquiline nose, he is not ugly, but his temperament is a bit scary. By the way, we see him in such a hurry to go to sea, we are afraid that he will privately If he wants to do illegal transactions here, he needs to leave his mobile phone number..."
…
Sompa was complacent and drove the Jinbei minivan leisurely on the highway.
Compared with the galloping lightning that was full of resentment when he came, he could be said to be relaxed and happy at the moment.
Presumably the jar had already swallowed the damned three and buried them in the depths of the sea.
The sea route of a tourist attraction is roughly the same.
When he was cruising on the boat according to the established route, he took advantage of the captain's unpreparedness and threw three jars one by one at several points of the night diving route.
He also learned from the captain that the guests snorkeling at night all launched at 8 o'clock in the evening.
After returning to the voyage, he stood on the shore, pinpointed the time at 8:20 to ensure that the three of them were almost in the water, and then lightly chanted the incantation and opened the seal of the bow.
Although the ghosts are not easy to raise, the drowning ghosts in there were also brought up by Songpa with all his efforts, and they were picked up in various waters where people had drowned, and they were just thrown into the sea for nothing. , the evil spirit is fierce, and will never give the three of them a trace of life.
At this moment, his mobile phone in the glove box buzzed.
Songpa stopped at a traffic light and took out his phone to look.
is an unfamiliar landline number.
He frowned and didn't want to answer, but he's not in a bad mood now, and it's okay to answer a sales call.
He picked it up and asked in Thai, "Who?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone, only the sound of even breathing.
Sompa: "Who?"
... still no echo.
Songpa was impatient, and was about to press the hang up button when he suddenly heard a chuckle from the person over there without warning: "Ha."
Songpa's heart tightened, and he put the phone to his ear again: "—who is it?"
The man spoke English, and his laughter was very sweet: "You actually left your real mobile phone number?"
Songpa clenched his phone tightly, straightened his back unconsciously, and had an ominous premonition in his heart: "You—"
"You brought your urn to us with your own hands." Jiang Fang said, "This is too polite."
He held the jar fished out by the Nanzhou boat and looked at it carefully: "...There's still your blood on it."
Sompa's brain burst with blood.
It's them? ?
Why aren't they dead yet
How could they possibly survive in a sea of helplessness
Before Songpa opened his mouth, his heart sank, his teeth trembling: "You—"
The blood he smeared on the jar for the sake of surrendering is now his weakness.
If this young head descender took the opportunity to perform a cruel blood drop on himself...
He tried hard to calm down his flustered mind, and tried his best to use a calm tone, trying to stabilize them: "What do you want?"
The phone rustled for a while.
Immediately afterwards, Nan Zhou's cold voice sounded from the other side: "Don't be nervous. I want to see your head down."
Jiang Fang translated it for him in English.
Over there, Nan Zhou thought for a while, and summed up his needs in four words: "... exchange and study."