In addition to Jenkins and those curled up people on the deck, there is actually a metal head. It was placed alone on the wooden chair in the middle of the deck. The chair was an ordinary chair with a backrest.
At this moment, Jenkins and Chocolate were closer to the bow of the ship, and there was a bucket of rotten wooden boards between them and the metal head on the wooden chair. The distance was actually not small.
"If you want to leave, the rules are simple."
The man opened his mouth to speak, with joyful emotion in his tone. It's not covered with human skin, the metal is completely //** outside, not even the runes are hidden inside the metal shell, except for the connection marks on the metal surface that Jenkins can see.
"This is a ship, a ship driving on the river. Except for you, everyone else is a refugee. What you need to do is to learn the truth of this world from the mouth of the refugee."
"This requirement is too broad. What is the truth of the world?"
Jenkins asked rhetorically, the current in the river is not turbulent, and even standing on the deck does not feel too much shaking, but the ship is indeed moving forward. Although Jenkins has boarded a ship in this world, he has never traveled by ship. Fortunately, he is not seasick. Of course, chocolate is not seasick.
"You need to describe to me the background of this world. The world is facing a catastrophe. You don't need to describe the characteristics of civilization and the details of the catastrophe. You only need to tell me the form of the catastrophe."
said the metal head.
"Then, are there any restrictions when asking these asylum seekers?"
Jenkins asked again.
"If you don't want to die soon, don't try to leave the range of this ship; these refugees will not tell you information for free, and only by meeting their requirements can you get their help."
"Is there a time limit?"
"Of course, this ship is full of death and fear. It's not suitable for you. You can only ask three refugees. If you don't know what happened here, then you can only stay with them. Maybe I also I can give you a blanket."
It sounds like the rules are not too difficult, and there is no need for extensive exploration, but now that he has reached the eighth floor of the tower, Jenkins always has an ominous premonition in his heart. Especially after coming to this strange place, that special feeling became more and more intense.
"Meow~"
Chocolate patted Jenkins on the shoulder with its small paws, and the cat's comfort made Jenkins feel a lot less hazy.
He looked at the refugees who were huddled under the railing around the deck. None of them had any obvious identification marks on them, and it was impossible to tell which people had special identities.
Observing with the eyes of truth, the black spiritual light is connected together, and this light is meaningless at this time.
Since he didn't have any good ideas, Jenkins decided to find someone at random and try to find out what was going on.
He looked around, walking among the rubbish on the deck, and finally picked out a scrawny fellow with his head down and a hood. He was wearing black coarse cloth clothes with patches, and he was small in stature, and neither male nor female could be discerned. He huddled under the same sackcloth with two other similarly dressed people. After Jenkins approached and squatted down, he smelled a distinct smell.
"I want to ask something from you."
"Oh, sir, no, you can't ask, you can only listen to what I can tell you."
It was a trembling man's voice. He seemed to be afraid of Jenkins, and he still didn't dare to raise his head when he spoke.
"Well then, I want to hear from you."
"Then you must help me with one thing."
This was expected, so Jenkins nodded:
"What can I do for you?"
"Do you fish?"
asked in a trembling voice, and occasionally sobbing.
"Probably not."
Jenkins had never fished in his previous life, but fortunately, the original owner, as a boy who grew up in a seaside city, did have fishing experience in his memory, but it was many years ago. At that time, the Williams family was still running a shop in the docklands, and Robert had not yet encountered the good thing that changed the family's living environment.
"Catch two fish out of the river for me, and I'll tell you what I can tell you."
"Are you sure you want two fish?"
"No, I want you to catch two fish 'now' from 'this river', not two fish."
The man reread the time and place conditions, cutting off Jenkins' tricky idea of creating two fish out of thin air.
Jenkins can't fish, but it's worth trying anyway. Besides, in a place as evil as the Paradise, the man's request is definitely not a test of fishing skills. The river under the boat is not simple, so the fish inside will not be simple either.
Fishing requires fishing gear and bait, Jenkins raised this question, and the man pointed him out, and those things can be found on the deck.
Jenkins looked back at the spacious bow deck, and saw a metal fishing rod protruding from among the buckets and wooden boxes not far away.
But the bait is still lacking:
"You can't fish with an empty hook, can you?"
He asked the man, who shook his head:
"Just throw the hook into the water, the fish here don't need extra bait."
It is common for things in the strange world to be unreasonable. After Jenkins reconfirmed that the fishing in his hand was ordinary, he brought his cat to the bow of the ship. There is a head portrait on the bow of the ship. Generally speaking, this is a totem and a statue of a god fixed on the bow. Most sailors are superstitious, thinking that this will bring good luck.
The bow of the ship looked like a full-length portrait of a man whose face could not be clearly seen with outstretched arms, but there was an open space in the rear, where there were no refugees or large garbage such as wooden boxes, allowing Jenkins to fish here.
The fishing line that hangs the fishhook is just a piece of metal wire, of course there is no runner, and the metal wire is directly tied to the small hole in the front of the fishing rod. So Jenkins didn't need to think about the issue of setting out the line, and just threw the hook out.
Because of the fog surrounding the boat, Jenkins couldn't see what the water looked like outside the boat, let alone the picture of the hook entering the water. He could only hear a light plop, and then sat cross-legged and waited patiently.
He can't fish, that's all he can do. Fortunately, there was chocolate by his side this time. The cat was very considerate and lay beside Jenkins after he sat down, and Jenkins reached out and touched it. This also made Jenkins couldn't help but mischievously wondered whether it would be easier to get the catch if he tied the chocolate to the fishing line and threw it into the river.