When Charles opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day. He was lying on the bed with a small table beside him, on which were placed the familiar yet unfamiliar soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Charles felt warm at heart when he saw this. Only Anna knew how to do these things. It felt so good to have a family who was familiar with him in this weird place.
Charles was very satisfied with the sweet soy milk and crispy fried dough sticks. Just when he got out of bed after eating and drinking, his body tensed up instantly, and his eyes were fixed on the bedroom door.
Charles, who had a keen sense of hearing, could easily hear any movement. However, there was clearly no sound of footsteps outside. However, at this moment, there was a letter at the door of the room. A white envelope lay quietly on the red carpet.
Transparent tentacles like seaweed rose from the ground and rolled the letter in front of him. He carefully opened it from the tentacles. There was no text inside but some color photos.
The content of those photos is very uncomfortable. It looks like some headless people are spliced together and finally sewn together with cold machines, with thick pipes connected to every hole in their bodies.
Anna is also seen in some photos, and some things were even assembled by her herself.
Charles looked at the photos one by one with a calm expression. However, when he saw the last one, he stopped suddenly. It was still a photo, but the content was completely different from the previous ones.
The tentacles on Shanshan's body, who revealed his true form, were forcibly pulled off. It was Anna who did it. She stuffed the bloody tentacles into a machine next to them, as if she was refining something.
The white arc of welding flashed instantly, and the photos in Charles' hand instantly ignited. He silently watched the photos burn and turn black.
"The Foundation took action so quickly? Are they trying to divide Anna and me? Isn't that a bit too contemptuous?" Charles said in a low voice, pushed the door and walked out.
Charles thought the matter was over, but on the second day and the day after, more and more photos were sent to him, and the content was getting more and more disgusting.
Finally, on the fourth day, Charles, who had been waiting for a long time, caught the elusive messenger, a transparent ghost who could pass through walls.
"Everything in those photos is real! If you don't believe me, go and take a look! I'm not lying to you! I didn't want to send it, but they forced me to!" The light blue figure said in a horrified tone.
Charles looked at him with a sneer. "You know what? I've always wondered about one thing."
"What?"
As the huge tentacle slammed down, dazzling sunlight instantly shot out from the wall and shone directly on the transparent ghost.
The transparent object didn't make any sound and disappeared in front of Charles in an instant.
"Charles! Are you crazy? Why are you demolishing a house in broad daylight?!" Anna suddenly appeared outside the wall and yelled at him in annoyance.
"The assassins from the Foundation are here to cause trouble for me. Hope Island needs to be strictly guarded. Otherwise, they will come in and out so easily, and sooner or later this place will be infiltrated by them and become a sieve."
Charles hooked his fingers lightly, and this time the envelope the ghost brought was quietly stuffed into his sleeve.
"I know, I know. These guys are really annoying. Please don't steal anything from us." Anna, who was a little annoyed, walked past him and headed towards the bedroom.
"I'm not going home for dinner today, so don't wait for me." Charles said, turning around and walking towards the big hole in the wall.
As a battle-hardened man, Charles could also feel that strong gaze, but he did not look back.
During the day, Charles had been wandering outside, and he didn't know what he was waiting for. When the light hole on the ceiling was blocked again, Charles, who had been thinking on the ceiling for a day, walked towards the Governor's Palace.
"Charles, look at these guys, the decrees they issued are like a joke." Anna, lying on the bed, looked at the records in her hand speechlessly.
Charles on the side turned his head and looked over. It showed a new governor in the western waters, who announced that all women on his island were his and he could play with any woman he liked anytime and anywhere.
In the next article, another new governor announced that on his island, sleeping with another man's woman was a death sentence. First, his genitals would be cut off and fed to sharks, and then a red-hot dagger would be stabbed into the wound.
"They were all desperate people before, and now they are suddenly thrown an island. How can they know how to manage it? If they don't accumulate enough strength within the three-year protection period, they will definitely be replaced by others."
"But this is indeed a problem. Tomorrow I will discuss with the Explorers Association to collect some management books, make wholesale copies and send them to these new governors. Under the current situation, it would be best if no one died."
Anna nudged him with her shoulder and said, "Don't say that. You manage Hope Island pretty well, too."
Charles looked at the crystal chandelier above his head and thought for a while before saying, "In fact, this is the credit of the bandage. I was a madman for three years and did not participate in any management of the island."
"I think they are still too idle. If they knew there is an extremely powerful organization that is always trying to kill us, they probably wouldn't be so indulgent. Well, why don't you stop blocking the news and tell them directly."
Charles shook his head. "It's useless to tell them. They are useless in dealing with the Foundation. There might even be many who will turn traitor and hope that the Foundation will let them go."
Anna looked at Charles's frown and stretched out her fingers to smooth it out. "What are you thinking about? Do you know what it means to combine work and rest? Don't take everything to heart all the time. If you do, you won't be able to bear it."
Charles raised his hand, grabbed Anna's fingers and kissed them. "I want to, but I can't let go. We are like people walking on a tightrope. If we are not careful, we will fall into a situation from which there is no return."
Anna sighed slowly, laid on Charles' chest and closed her eyes. "Go to sleep. Only when you have a good sleep will you have the energy to think of a solution."
"I'm not sleepy. I slept on the roof all afternoon."
When Anna heard this, she opened her eyes instantly and became alert. "Oh? You're not sleepy, then let's..."
Charles lay down on his side with his back facing her, "Why are you so addicted? Go to bed quickly, it's already one in the morning."
(End of this chapter)