Marin was lying in a separate ward, a privilege for a survivor.
Mariner thought of his performance just now and a proud smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Marinel pretended to be unconscious and allowed medical staff to perform basic examinations on him.
Mariner knew very well that he was not injured at all, so he obediently let the nurse wipe off the stains on his body and change him into new clothes.
It was not until Mariner heard that someone from the security team was coming that he pretended to be in pain, shook his body, and then opened his eyes.
"Ah! Flies! So many flies!" Mariner waved his hands and grabbed them in the air, with a panic expression on his face.
The security team members nearby immediately stepped forward to appease the cunning Marlin.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're safe."
Marin grabbed the hand of the security team member next to him and said loudly,
"Flies, flies everywhere, they ate so many people!"
"I know, I know, it's not easy for you. Can you take a good rest?"
The security team member said helplessly.
Mariner loosened his hands, curled up, and covered his ears with his palms. "The sky is full of flies, buzzing."
He spoke these words more and more softly, but kept repeating them, giving the security guards in front of him the impression that Marlin was suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
"The more neurotic you act at this time, the better treatment you can get for yourself and create a better image. Hehehe."
Marin was secretly delighted.
As early as when he was arranging this game of chess, Mariner had already thought about what to do next.
"For now, I just need to pretend to be nervous and weak. I'm sure these adults won't force a confession from a child like me. And the information I tell them will convince them even more."
And everything happened just as Mariner had expected. The security team members did not make things difficult for him, but let him take a rest.
Just as the security guards were about to leave the room, Marlin shouted, "This must have been done by gloomy Angus, yes, it must have been him!"
Regardless of whether Aengus is still alive or not, except for Jobtran and Tristana who have recently contacted Aengus, the lonely Aengus has basically not communicated with other people, so he is the best scapegoat.
This sentence made the security guard who was leaving the door stunned, and then he immediately turned back and asked anxiously,
"Can you say that again?"
"Angus! Big and tall Angus! He's been hiding from us all day long, mumbling something mysterious! It must be him!"
Marin screamed hysterically and acted like a madman, then immediately lowered his head and buried it in the quilt, holding the back of his head with his hands.
Although he looked like he was crying, Mariner did not shed tears. The slight tremors in his body were due to his face, which was covered with the quilt, laughing wildly.
"Angus, I understand. You should rest."
The security guard replied.
After saying this, he closed the door and went to report the information he had obtained.
All the blame is now directed at the innocent Angus.
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"Baby, wake up."
The old fisherman with wrinkles and white hair patted Angus' face and pinched it.
Angus woke up in a daze on the rocky beach. He felt that his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, including bumps, scratches, and injuries from being entangled by the strange creature.
These wounds are now burning with pain, and the most uncomfortable thing is the stuffy feeling in my chest.
As he gradually regained consciousness, Angus saw the old fisherman in front of him.
The old fisherman wore a round-top sun hat made of straw on his head, a straw basket on his back, and held a long fishing rod in his hand.
The burning sensation coming from his lungs caused Angus's first reaction to be to turn his head and cough violently.
The old fisherman saw that Angus was soaked and coughing, and guessed that Angus must have fallen into the water, so he turned Angus over and patted him on the back a few times.
After Angus coughed out the little river water left in his body, he gasped weakly. The warm sunlight shining on his body drove away the coldness.
"Do you still have strength? Let me help you to my hut. You have so many wounds on your body. I will bandage them for you."
After saying this, the old fisherman carried Angus and walked slowly, and Angus politely said thank you in return.
The old fisherman brought Angus to his hut and settled him down. He helped Angus to a chair and ground local herbs into powder and applied it to Angus's wound.
Then he prepared a simple bowl of fish soup with the fish caught today, salt and white pepper to warm Angus up.
"You're lucky. I got a few plump catfish and these shrimps."
The old fisherman proudly showed Angus his catch of the day. The straw basket was filled with fresh and lively fish and shrimp.
"Thanks to the river god, he has been feeding us with his offspring. Otherwise, we who rely on the fishery in the river for food would be in trouble."
Angus tilted his head and asked questioningly,
"River God?"
Under the propaganda of the Holy Light Society and the Ji Shi Society, most people only know about the Holy Light, and only a few folk legends mention local gods.
“Oh, if you are not in our village, you naturally won’t know the story of the river god.
It is said that many, many years ago, there was no river here, until the river god used his power to move mountains and seas to drive away evil, and used our Danube River to suppress a certain evil existence.
The descendants of the river god have transformed into our local specialty, the Danube mullet, to feed us.
How should I put it? I don’t reject the theory of Holy Light saving the world, but as people living by the river, we naturally believe in the river god who feeds us and takes care of us.”
The old fisherman explained patiently.
Most of the young people in the village have come to believe in the Holy Light, and the legend of the river god has slowly begun to be forgotten.
With the development of the times, young people in the village are more eager to live in the city, and these rural cultures are gradually being eliminated.
The old fisherman was very happy today. It was rare for a young man to be willing to listen to his chat, especially about stories about the river god.
The old fisherman's two sons have moved to the town of Umr to work. Now he has no worries about food and drink and lives alone in the village, leading a self-sufficient life.
For an old man like this, it is enough to go fishing occasionally and exchange the river fish for daily necessities with merchants.
The plump six-barbed catfish is a favorite food of the upper class in Umur City, so today he made a lot of money, and the old man was naturally in a very good mood;
In addition, he has been living alone for a long time and his two sons don't often come home to visit him, so the old fisherman is inevitably lonely.