"Grandpa, how do you know I'm a girl? Everyone thinks I'm a mouse." Lily looked up curiously at the old man who handed her the doll.
This question was not only what Lily wanted to know, but Charles also wanted to know. How could he be so sure that Lily was a human who turned into a mouse, and not a mouse with human memories
"Then do you know how to change me back?" Lily asked nervously.
Tuba seemed not to have heard the question. He stuffed the doll in his hand directly into the pile of mice, and then he was rummaging around in it quickly.
"Here, this is for you." Tuba took out half a torn and tattered book and handed it to Feuerbach.
But the green-haired young man, who had never been nervous before, rushed out of the door like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Throw that thing away! Immediately!" Feuerbach's eyes widened and his lips turned pale with fear.
"What's wrong?" The sharp-eyed Charles noticed the book that didn't even have a cover, and the content on it.
The main ingredients of mushroom soup for three people are 1 hard ham and 200 grams of white mushrooms. The auxiliary ingredients are 5 grams of condensed milk, 25 grams of kelp shreds, 5 milliliters of cooking oil, chicken powder...
Charles took the book and flipped through it. Some dirty pictures of food appeared in front of Charles. "It's just a cookbook, why are you so nervous?"
Feuerbach looked at the recipe and forced a smile on his ugly face. "Haha, I was wrong. I thought he had..."
He stopped talking midway through his speech.
Tuba, who was standing next to him, saw Charles taking the recipe and thought he was trying to steal his gift. "Don't worry, don't steal his gift. I also prepared one for you. Hey, why is it gone?"
"Don't take it out yet." Charles grabbed him and quickly straightened him up. "Who are you? Why are those pirates afraid of you?"
"They are not scared. I'm invisible and they can't see us." Tuba once again took out the cross and gestured proudly on his head.
Charles simply ignored the words. With so many pairs of eyes staring at him just now, how could he be invisible
The crazy old man was unable to communicate before the meeting, and Charles didn't have time to continue asking questions.
"Anyway, thank you. I owe you this time. I'll pay you back next time if I have the chance."
After Charles finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. He didn't have time to chat with an old madman, even if this madman didn't look simple.
He had already alerted the pirates and must find the location where the fuel was stored on the island before they could react.
"Are you looking for something on the island? I can help you find it! I have been on this island for a long time." Tuba smiled foolishly, revealing his gums with only a few teeth left in his mouth.
Charles, who had just walked to the door, turned around in surprise. "Do you know where the fuel is stored in this place? Don't joke with me."
"Really? Really? Fuel is what the ship eats, right? I know where it comes from, and I can tell you, but you have to pay me first according to the steps."
Charles felt relieved when he heard that he had to pay. As long as he could get the information, a little price was nothing. "How much response do you want?"
Tuba shook his head and waved his hands vigorously. "No, no, no, I don't want money. I want a story. You have to tell me a story. A story I have never heard of before."
At this moment, Richard quickly took control of the body, "I'll do it, I'll do it. Practice makes perfect. I'm good at dealing with a madman."
"What story do you want to hear? Have you heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood?" Richard said in a coaxing tone.
"Once upon a time there was a little girl who was very beautiful. One day on her birthday, her grandmother gave her a velvet little red hat..."
A short bedtime story was quickly told. Lily was listening with great interest, but Tuba, who was squatting on the garbage, was shaking his head with a frustrated look on his face.
"No, this is not the story I want to hear. I have heard this story before. You should not tell this story. You should tell another story."
"Then what exactly do you want to hear? Aren't you able to predict the future? You calculated that we would be here, but you didn't calculate what I was going to tell you? Why don't you just calculate the story and I will repeat it again?" Richard scratched his head with a helpless look on his face.
"I don't know. I just knew you were going to tell me a story. And it was an interesting story. I laughed so hard after listening to it."
"Hey, this old man..." Richard looked at Tuba with unfriendly eyes, and estimated in his mind the success rate of threatening him with force and forcing him to tell him the location of the fuel.
But when he thought about how he had just intimidated those pirates, he was not sure whether this guy was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, and how strong he was.
"I just happen to have a story here." Charles took control of his body, he exhaled slowly, and began to speak calmly.
"Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in his own world. He was just an ordinary person who led an ordinary life. Suddenly, an unexpected disaster befell him. The sea swallowed up all his classmates and brought him to a strange world. It was all sea water and no light..."
Charles' voice was calm and without a trace of emotion, but Tuba, who was squatting among the garbage, listened attentively.
Feuerbach, who had been outside the alley, had walked in at some point, and while listening to the story, he looked at Charles' back thoughtfully.
"After nine years and countless hardships, he finally found his way home. But his boat is out of fuel and he needs fuel. There is an old man who knows the address of the fuel. Whether he can go home depends on whether the old man can help him."
"This story is good, this story is great!" Tuba clapped his hands excitedly and jumped up and down like a monkey.
"No, it's such a good story, I need to get something to remember it, otherwise I will definitely forget it again."
After Tuba finished speaking, he took out a yellowed notebook from the garbage heap and quickly painted on it with a black stone.
Tuba seemed to be unable to write at all. He drew all kinds of messy stripes on the notebook. After a few seconds, the yellowed paper was covered with black smears.
"Okay, I've got it. Let's go. I'll take you to find fuel, and then you can go home." Tuba smiled and stuffed the notebook in his hand into his arms, stood up and walked towards the door.
Seeing Lily and Feuerbach looking at him inquiringly, Charles said nothing, waved his hand, and followed him out.
(End of this chapter)