"The pointer is just pointing in this direction, not necessarily the table just now..."
Seeing that there were no sunflowers on the table, Jenkins started talking to himself again.
However, in the direction pointed by the pointer, except for the rubbish piled up on the three tables, there are only the asylum seekers behind the tables leaning against the railing of the side of the boat.
"No, it can't be on them, otherwise it would be equivalent to me taking the initiative to talk to the third refugee, which is unreasonable. So, can it be said..."
He carefully avoided touching those huddled refugees, found a place where he could stand among the refugees, and then grabbed the railing of the side of the boat with both hands, and leaned out of the boat.
He had just crossed the sky over the guardrail, and before he had time to look down, an extremely dangerous intuition came to his mind. Without thinking about it, he immediately retracted his head, and then saw the slender tentacles stabbing out of the water. If Jenkins had continued to probe just now, the tentacles would most likely have pierced his head directly.
"what?"
After shrinking his head, he immediately grabbed the slender tentacle. There was already a thick fog outside the boat. Even though the tentacle was almost in front of his eyes, Jenkins couldn't see its specific appearance. But after grabbing it, it immediately felt cold. Although it was wriggling, it could feel that it was a living thing, but the material after touching it was not like meat, but like metal.
Under the surface of the water invisible in the fog, countless dense groups of tentacles have protruded, and tightly bound Jenkins' right hand, which was stretched out of the boat.
A huge force came from below the surface of the water, trying to pull Jenkins into the water. His left hand grabbed the railing of the ship, but his body still inevitably leaned forward to the right, and the railing was about to be twisted by the strength of his left hand.
The two wrestled with each other for a few seconds, and then as the ship under their feet made a strange squeaky sound of metal twisting, the original forward course deviated from the correct direction because of the fight between the people on board and the monster below. .
"No, this ship can't deviate from its course. Once it lands without water protection, the asylum seekers here will be finished."
Thinking in his heart, his body immediately turned into a mass of purple light. The tentacles lost Jenkins' right hand, and his coat was taken back to his spirit, so he could only roll back to the surface of the water with the long-sleeved white shirt.
Because Jenkins turned into light, the cat landed lightly on the deck.
Then, the dingy little mouse smashed in front of it. Because of the growth of World Tree, although Transfiguration is no longer an ability, it has become a talent like raising hands and walking, so it can be transformed many times.
The cat bent its waist, its front part lay on the deck, its hind paws supported its body, its amber eyes widened and it looked at the familiar little mouse in front of it. But before it could stick out its tongue, the mouse leaped lightly into the air, turned into a purple-gold ball of light again, and returned to Jenkins' appearance:
"In this way, I have almost understood this strange situation."
He thought as he picked up his pants on the floor.
After quickly getting dressed, he didn't bend down to pick up the cat, which was clearly ill-intentioned just now, but turned around and fetched the fishing rod and line.
Obviously, the direction pointed by the compass needle was probably correct, but the sun flower was neither in the garbage dump nor on the refugee at the edge of the deck. That flower should be on the outside of the hull, inserted in the hull, so it is also counted on the boat.
The moment Jenkins put his head out of the range of the ship just now, what Jenkins felt was not only the extremely distorted spirit from the outside world and a kind of inexplicable terror, but also the weak natural spirit from below, which shows that the flower is under.
Now the fog around the hull was thicker than before, and it was impossible for him to risk putting his head or arms out. Therefore, we can only throw out the fishing line and slowly test the position of the flower. After confirming that what you are looking for really exists, then find some scrap iron from the ship and bend it into a clip, use screws and springs to make a long-handled hook clip that can be manipulated, and clip the sunflower that was inserted into the gap in the hull for some reason. up.
With the ability of [Theory of All Machines], it is not difficult for Jenkins to make these simple machines, even small items that are not even considered machines. On the contrary, the mechanical metal parts that can be seen almost everywhere on the ship greatly facilitated his production.
No matter how careful you are, if the sunflower is clamped roughly, it will inevitably hurt some branches and leaves. Sunflowers look exactly like sunflowers, but they are indeed two different plants in this world. Jenkins could feel the abundant spirit in the flower, and it was this unique spirit that resonated with Jenkins outside the foggy ship.
After doing this, I had time to bend down and pick up the cat meowing anxiously at the bottom of my trousers, put it on my shoulder, and then quickly walked back to the little girl:
"Is this the sunflower?"
"Yes."
The girl took the flower from Jenkins, and just stroked the orange petals lightly, and a series of golden lights were drawn out along with her palm. That string of light entered the deck, making the ship's inexplicable light suddenly brighter.
The heavy fog around the boat receded immediately, and returned to the level where Jenkins could see the ghostly shadows of the buildings on both sides of the river.
Only then did he relax a little. This sunflower was much more useful than the lantern that had been extinguished, and it seemed to be able to persist for a longer period of time.
And the sunflower that had been drawn out of its light had withered in the girl's palm at a speed visible to the naked eye. The girl threw it aside casually, and Jenkins took the opportunity to ask:
"When I stuck my head out of the boat just now, I was attacked by an unknown monster. Do you know what's in the river?"
"Give me the second flower and I'll tell you."
The little girl timidly said that the sun flower is a functional flower, and it cannot be regarded as the second flower given to her.
So Jenkins used that ritual for the third time. I don't know if it was because of his extraordinarily good luck in this treacherous situation. The third time he used the ritual, there were no mistakes.
The third flower was hidden in the wreckage of a piano. The size of the wreckage was originally small, but the problem was that there were asylum seekers around the wreckage. They huddled together in their shabby and dirty clothes, not even giving Jenkins a foothold.
These people are not clean, according to the tips given by the guy who likes fish, these are extremely dangerous people and should not be provoked easily.
Jenkins originally thought about sitting on the high stool, directly descending from the sky directly to the wreckage of the piano and rummaging slowly, but this ship obviously forbids anyone from going into the air, and the high stool cannot fly here.