In the monitoring room, Shanshan was still flashing on each screen.
But Charles' eyes were no longer on the screen, and he began to look at Parker beside him.
He is a burly man, standing straight with his back furrowed, staring at the screen with his brows furrowed. The weapon on his waist is placed in the most convenient position so that he can pull it out immediately when there is danger. He looks like a real soldier no matter how you look at him.
"What do you need?" Parker noticed Charles' gaze.
"Nothing much. By the way, are you married?" Charles asked as if chatting.
"On No. 68, every adult will be assigned a spouse and will be forced to have reproductive tasks, and I am no exception."
Charles nodded in understanding. "Can you tell me about your wife? What's her personality like?"
Parker didn't seem to want to talk to Charles about this issue, but under the command of the intercom, he began to chat with Charles about private matters.
Charles learned from Parker that he has three children, two boys and one girl. Because of the long missions required, his wife recently had complaints about him, and Parker was trying to find a way to make up for it.
Parker's tone is natural and his logic is normal, especially when he discusses his children, he is tender and affectionate. No matter how you look at him, he seems to be a completely normal person.
"Are there many casualties on a task force like yours?"
"It's OK. As long as we control the stink bugs and don't let them multiply in large numbers, they're not that dangerous to clean up. On the contrary, it's the things that occasionally get in from the water that are the real trouble."
"Often, residents are injured or killed because of untimely handling."
"Am I seeing things? That's just another little boy wearing a white hat?" Charles thought to himself.
While Charles was still thinking about this question, Shanshan suddenly appeared in front of Charles.
"Dad, I've looked everywhere, but I can't find the big key anywhere." Shanshan said truthfully.
Hearing this, Charles immediately regained his attention. "Really? No trace of the giant key?"
"Yeah! I've looked everywhere, but couldn't find it at all." Shanshan answered with big eyes.
"During your inspection, did you find any place where it is easy to hide keys? For example, a large warehouse with no doors open," Charles asked nervously.
Hearing this, Parker next to him interrupted. "Mr. Charles, don't you think this is outrageous? The key is several hundred meters long. Do you think we have a place to hide such a big thing?"
Charles frowned, he knew Parker was right. It would not be easy to hide such a big key.
"Are you satisfied now? We won't offend you for something that doesn't exist." Johnson's voice came from Parker's intercom.
But Charles didn't think so. Maybe the key was not really here, but there might be clues to the key here.
"Where is your database? With your level of technology, most of the data should be saved. Open up all the permissions and let me see." Charles stood up and said.
The muscles on Parker's face trembled, and a hint of anger appeared on his face. "Don't push your luck!"
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will snatch your No. 68 away? Not to mention that your island itself can move, with your current technology, are you afraid of the technologically backward humans on the surface?"
"And don't forget that we agreed at the beginning that finding clues to the key was also one of them."
Parker put a tablet computer into Charles' hands and said, "Search by yourself. The permissions have been opened. Just click on the files on the desktop. I don't need to teach you the basic operations, right?"
"Thank you." Charles nodded, pulled out a stool, sat down and began to watch attentively.
Looking at Charles who was concentrating on reading the information, Parker walked out of the door and pressed the intercom and said, "Target A has been attracted by the bait, and you can approach target B."
Soon, a friendly middle-aged woman followed Parker into the room. She glanced at Charles first, then half-knelt in front of Shanshan and asked tenderly, "Baby, what's your name?"
"My name is Winky."
"Really? Twinkle, what a nice name. Do you like your mother?"
"Yes, I like it."
"Oh my, Shanshan, you are really amazing. I heard that your mother is angry with your father recently? Why? Can you tell me?"
While the woman was making evasive remarks, Charles was feeling dizzy from all the complicated data.
At first, he directly typed keywords such as key or surface into the address bar, but the massive amount of data that popped up was not what he wanted.
In this case, we can only search page by page, but the various recorded data on Island No. 68 have been recorded from 620 years ago to the present, and the data are very complicated and numerous.
With so much data, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for clues to the key.
Charles flipped faster and faster. When he was flipping through a guy's diary, he was shocked by the content of a picture.
It was not the key, but the familiar face Tuba.
The former navigator of the Narwhal was hugging a woman, and the two of them, smiling, held a sign with a line of words on it: "Don't think about it, I'm really Tuba, keep scrolling down."
Charles raised his head, glanced at Parker who was deliberately blocking in front of Shan Shan, then lowered his head and started flipping through the pages quickly.
This time, Tuba looked to be in his twenties. He had his back to Charles and was having a barbecue on the beach with a group of young people. There was a line of words on the back of his bright red coat.
"I'm not dead. They wanted to chase me, but I foresaw the danger and ran to a deeper angle first. They quickly rescued me. They were about to catch up with me."
Seeing this, Charles' heartbeat accelerated. Charles suddenly wanted to ask the other party more questions, but looking at the photo on the tablet, he really didn't know how to start.
"Hehe~" A pleasant laughter came from the side, and it was obvious that she was having a lot of fun chatting with her new friends.
Charles thought about it and turned to the next page.
"If you want to ask anything, just type it in the address bar. I can see it." This was the third message.
Charles quickly switched to the keyboard and typed out a paragraph using the Earthsea characters.
"Are you the Tuba of the past or the Tuba of the present who left the clues?"
(End of this chapter)