"turn up… "
"turn up… "
"turn up… "
Shen Cong used the cicada language to analyze the activity wave of Dragon Claw Sophora japonica, and understood the general meaning of the emotional fluctuations. It seemed that he was trying to find something, but he could not understand the emotion expressed by the subsequent activity wave.
Naturally, I don’t know what Longzhaohuai is looking for.
As for asking, it was even impossible. Longzhahuai seemed to be immersed in his own world and showed no sign of Cicada's language. Standing in the morning light, let the nascent sunshine shine on the branches, reflecting the shining metallic luster, and quietly emitting active waves of unknown meaning.
About half an hour passed.
Finally, Longzhaohuai, who had been "finding...", emitted another wave of activity: "Found it."
Then pull up the branches that touch the ground and continue moving northwest.
"What exactly did Longzhaohuai find?"
The progress of Longzhaohuai-Cicada's language was not smooth, and he only acquired two vocabulary words in total. However, Shen Cong was very interested in the purpose of Longzhaohuai.
"Dragon Claw Sophora japonica is looking for something, and Snail Traveler must be looking for something too. There must be something in this area that attracts them. I need to follow them closely and find that thing. Even the golden tree with super four talents and the unparalleled golden beast Snails are all attracted, there must be a big secret and a big benefit."
Knowing the direction of the Dragon Claw Sophora japonica, Shen Cong had the confidence in his mind. He took advantage of the rising sun to ride on the four-legged dragon and return to the King Kong.
King Kong is still parked quietly in the valley. Not far away, a huge snail is leisurely eating the golden tree. The golden tree is like a small vegetable seedling to it. With a tongue full of fine teeth, a piece of golden tree was cut and brought into the mouth for chewing. Another roll, and even the roots of the tree were pulled out.
With the soil, it was eaten up by the snail traveler.
"Who are you?" Shen Cong said hello to Snail Traveler in the language of snail and cicada.
However, the expected "go away" was not felt. The snail traveler simply gave out a "little insect" emotion, stopped talking to Shen Cong, and continued to eat the golden tree.
"It's a good sign. I have almost eliminated the negative image in the eyes of Snail Traveler. At least Snail Traveler will no longer express negative emotions towards me."
This was a good sign. Shen Cong endured his sleepiness and stayed with Snail Traveler for a while.
Although there was no successful communication, at least there was not much ill will.
It's a pity that the four-legged dragon can't speak cicada language, otherwise if it has a good image to communicate with the snail, it may get unexpected goodwill. This big snail has a really good temper.
Try to create an image for half an hour.
Shen Cong yawned and returned to the Donkey Kong car, preparing to rest for a few hours. A mentally exhausted state is not suitable for running around in the wild. In order to cope with crises that may arise at any time, you must maintain your energy.
…
This sleep was very sweet, I didn't even dream, it was a deep sleep.
When I got up, it was exactly twelve o'clock. I took off the drone to observe, and found that the snail traveler had eaten and drank enough at some point, and was nearly six or seven kilometers away from the King Kong, heading west-north.
"Snail Traveler should also start looking for that thing." Shen Cong guessed as he looked at the screen.
Then I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, finished breakfast, and drove the Donkey Kong in the direction of Snail Traveler. On the way over the mountains and ridges, Shen Cong suddenly discovered that he had become busier and busier since leaving the eastern war zone. There are a lot of experiments waiting to be studied, and two behemoths need to be observed.
Also be prepared to make deals with survivor groups.
He was busy with endless things almost all day long, leaving him no time for entertainment, and even sleeping felt like he was pressed for time.
Although he was so busy that he could hardly breathe, Shen Cong liked this fulfilling feeling in his heart. Only being busy could keep him motivated all the time. You will not suddenly fall into boredom, feel lonely, irritable, lonely, impulsive, and live a lone ranger's life, knowing whether you are good or bad.
"**... I... hate... Pull... Donkey Kong..." The four-legged dragon in front of him was very dissatisfied with his current position.
It is eager to go out and fight, kill powerful opponents, and declare its power.
Instead of being a land tracker, pulling a cart like an old ox.
Shen Cong sat in the driver's seat, shifting gears and steering leisurely, ignoring the four-legged dragon's complaints. He eats and drinks well every day and still dares to complain when he does some strenuous work. He is really not as good as a nest of ants.
The King Kong Ant colony is Shen Cong's right-hand man. Under the leadership of Heitou, he is willing to do any dirty and tiring work, such as guarding the house, exploring roads, digging pits, and collecting food.
Soon, the reluctant four-legged dragon pulled Donkey Kong to the side of the snail traveler and followed behind the snail traveler.
The two eyes of the big snail slowly turned around, like two handles, looking at Shen Cong from the left and right without stopping.
"Nice to meet you." Shen Cong greeted.
The big snail turned one eye to look at the road, and kept looking back with the other eye. The activity wave emitted: "Little bug."
Shen Cong ignored this contemptuous address and continued his old routine: "Who are you?"
"small bug."
"Who are you?"
"small bug."
"Are you a little insect?"
"I am..." The snail traveler's thinking seemed to have paused. He could not explain whether he was a bug or who he was. "Who am I" was a philosophical question.
However, the big snail soon gave up on this question and began to respond non-nutritiously: "Little bugs."
It doesn't say that it is a little bug, but that Shen Cong is a little bug.
Shen Cong didn't care at all. He had already discovered that the snail traveler had just shown signs of communication, and continued the routine: "I am a little insect, who are you?"
As expected, the big snail fell into the trap, and his thinking was confused again: "I am..."
After a while, it turned back to being non-nutritious: "Little bugs."
"I am a little bug." Shen Cong pointed to himself, and then to the four-legged dragon, "It is also a little bug, who are you?"
"I am..." This time the snail traveler simply stopped and thought quietly.
Its IQ has reached a certain level, but its thinking logic is still a little behind and cannot keep up with human routines. If you are a human being, you will naturally know who you are, what your name is, and what you do. But in the concept of the snail traveler, it is very likely that I have never thought about the question of who I am.
It knows which golden tree it likes to eat, knows that those smaller than itself are bugs, and knows how to look for that thing, but it doesn't know who it is, and it hasn't thought about it.
"I am… "
"I am… "
"I am… "
The snail traveler was caught in a tangle and remained silent. Only the active waves showed the violent fluctuations of its thinking.
Shen Cong also remained silent, his eyes sparkling as he felt the big snail's active waves and absorbed all his emotions into his perception. He felt that the big snail at this moment seemed to be in the process of a transformation of thinking.
Maybe in the next moment, a snail who knows how to think about a hundred thousand whys will appear.
moment.
Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.
Finally, the chaotic activity wave on the big snail receded, and a clear and firm activity wave came: "Get away, little bug." Then, it continued to move forward without looking back.
Shen Cong was left speechless, with four big characters popping up above his head: "Made controls the war!" (To be continued.)