Charles, with his back against the colorful tree trunk and his arms crossed, frowned as he thought about the strange human in the tree hole.
Thinking of his actions that were similar to those of the Rope Man, an idea suddenly popped into Charles' mind. Could it be that there was some terrifying existence in the woods that required him to act like the Rope Man in order to survive
Looking at the alert mice in the forest in the distance, Charles felt relieved. Even if such a thing really existed, his group would not be caught off guard.
A few minutes later, Linda's calm voice came from the room, "Come in, he has regained some human instincts."
Charles immediately led the crew in. The firelight flickered, and the scene inside the tree hole stunned everyone.
The clay man had already shed the mud off his body, revealing his unusually pale body.
No one had expected that the clay figure with perfect facial features was actually a man.
But this was nothing. What surprised Charles was that the naked clay man was being held by the ship's doctor like a baby eating.
The bald woman didn't care about her body being exposed. She turned around and looked at Charles calmly and said, "He has an instinctive memory of his mother's breastfeeding, but he doesn't have any language ability. I just did a simple test and found that he currently has the intelligence of a three-year-old child."
"Three-year-old intelligence? Three-year-olds can communicate, right?" Charles asked.
Linda gently pushed the clay figure's head away, pulled down her clothes and stood up. "It's a bit difficult. Dolphins have the intelligence of a 6-year-old child, but they can't communicate effectively because of the different languages."
"Ah~ah~" The clay man moved for the first time in other people's sight. He completely ignored the gazes of Charles and others, and anxiously arched his head against Linda's chest, trying to get feedback.
Linda took two quick steps to the side of Chef Planck, reached out and took out a tin can from his big backpack, pried it open with a dagger, and put it into the arms of the clay figure.
Looking at the clay figure swallowing the cold white lard, Charles wondered how to extract information from him.
This guy has lived on this island for so long, he must have been to other places on the island. At least he should know where the dangerous places are and where the safe places are.
When he saw the murals on the wall, an idea suddenly came to his mind.
Charles quickly took out a pen and paper and started drawing quickly.
Soon a passenger ship was drawn, which was the same passenger ship that had collapsed on the island beach before.
When Charles handed the paper to the clay figure, the other party was obviously attracted by what was painted on it.
He put down the can in his hand and looked at the boat painting, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment in his beautiful amber eyes.
"Mr. Charles, he seems to know this thing!" Lily said excitedly while standing on Charles' shoulder.
Charles nodded, his method worked. Since this guy didn't know any language, he could just communicate through pictures.
As long as a child is not blind, even a three-year-old child can understand the meaning of the picture.
Charles started drawing again, and this time he didn't draw anything else but the buildings of various foundations.
These include the Second Laboratory, the Third Laboratory, and various modern buildings and ruins in the New Territories City. As long as the other party has seen these things on the island, he will definitely have an impression of them.
There were more than a dozen sketches placed on the clay figure, but this time the other party did not give positive feedback. He shrank in Linda's arms, completely ignoring Charles's hard work for more than ten minutes, and secretly glanced at Lily on Charles' shoulder.
"How could that be? Hasn't the Foundation explored this island? How could there not be buildings built by these lunatics on this island?"
Charles frowned and thought for a moment, then he took the paper and put it on the wall and started drawing again. This time he drew all kinds of doors, square doors, arched doors, big iron doors, and even elevator doors.
Since the Pope said there are traces of doors on these islands, we can ask him if he knows any clues about the so-called doors.
But this time Charles was disappointed again. Faced with the doors, the other party did not even look at them. Instead, he pointed at Lily with curiosity in his eyes.
Charles slapped the other person's fingers away and felt a little discouraged for a moment. It was too difficult to communicate with such a mentally retarded person. It was even more difficult than communicating with Tuba.
Regardless of this guy continuing to explore other parts of the island
Charles was somewhat unwilling to give up. The other party had lived in this place for so long. If he could pry something out of him, it would be much quicker than searching blindly.
Portraits of human heads, boats, and little people. Every time Linda pointed to a place, the clay figures would utter some meaningless phrases.
"Wait! Stop right there!" Charles suddenly shouted, and Linda's finger just stopped on the little man coming down from the boat.
"Uhuha~" The clay figure used two simple syllables to represent the adults who got off the boat with them.
"Yes, that's right. Where is Wuha? Take us to find them." Charles kept pointing at that place with his hands.
Judging from the murals, they did encounter some dangers when they got off the boat and some people died, but not all of them died. Some people should have survived.
Seeing Charles' fingers tapping on it continuously, the clay man finally responded. He put his arms around Linda's waist and kept pushing her towards the door.
"Let's go, follow him and see where he takes us."
The crew members followed the mud man and traveled through the woods. The journey was not far. Half an hour later, they came to a large pile of earth.
"Uhuha~" The clay people pointed at the piles of mud.
"Oh~" Charles sighed helplessly. He should have thought of it earlier. If there were other adults around, this guy wouldn't be unable to speak.
"Go ahead and dig out the bodies and see how these people died."
After hearing the captain's order, the sailors began to dig the grave. Fortunately, the ground was relatively soft, so they had no difficulty digging with the short blade of a dagger.
Charles watched them digging the grave while thinking about what to do next.
We have only explored a small half of the islands so far. If we explore all the islands, it will probably take more than ten days.
According to the current situation, at least we can go back to the ship to replenish supplies twice.
To be honest, Charles didn't want to do this. This kind of island gave him a bad feeling, and he always felt like something bad was going to happen.
"Ship...Captain! Come quickly!" Sailor West's terrified voice interrupted Charles' thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Charles rushed to the grave quickly. When he looked inside, his pupils suddenly shrank to the smallest.
The skeleton he imagined did not appear, instead there were more than a dozen broken ropes lying in the mud pit!
The painting in the tree hole flashed in Charles' mind, and he suddenly found himself in a blind spot in thinking. He had always thought that only humans would come down from the boat.
Actually, it wasn’t! Those who came down from the boat were the ropemen!! They were also outsiders to this island!
"Uhuha~" The clay man poked his head out of Linda's arms and pointed at the ropes in the mud pit.
As everyone watched, he slowly moved his finger upwards and began pointing at the colorful trees around him.
First the left side.
Then the right side.
Then he kept tapping his fingers at the surrounding woods like a machine gun.
"Uh-huh~"
"Uh-huh~"
"Uh-huh~"
"Uh-huh~!"
(End of this chapter)