Chapter 128 The Story

"Grandpa, why do you know she's a girl? Everyone thinks I'm a mouse." Lily looked up at the old man handing the doll curiously.

Not only Lily wanted to know this question, Charles also wanted to know, how could he be so sure that Lily must be a human being turned into a mouse, not a mouse with human memory installed?

"Then do you know how to transform me back?" Lily asked nervously.

But Tuba didn't seem to hear the question, and stuffed the doll in his hand directly into the pile of mice, and then he was quickly digging inside.

"Here, this is for you." Tuba took out half of the torn book and handed it to Feuerbach.

But the green-haired young man who had never been nervous, seemed to see a cat or a mouse, and rushed out of the door with a swipe.

"Throw that thing away! Immediately!!" Feuerbach's eyes were wide open, and his lips were so frightened that there was no trace of blood.

"What's wrong?" The sharp-eyed Charles noticed the contents of the book that didn't even have a cover.

The main ingredient of mushroom soup for three people, hard ham, 1 white shredded mushroom, 200 grams. Condensed milk, 5 grams of condensed milk, shredded kelp, 25 grams of cooking oil, 5 ml of chicken powder...

Charles took the book and flipped through it casually. Some dirty food drawings were presented to Charles. "That's just a cookbook, what are you nervous about?"

Feuerbach looked at the recipe with a forced smile on his ugly face. "Hehe, I got it wrong, I thought he had..."

He stopped talking halfway through.

Tuba next to him saw that Charles had taken the recipe, thinking that Charles was robbing the gift. "Don't worry, don't grab his gift, I prepared it for you too, hey, why is it missing?"

"Don't dig it out yet." Charles grabbed him and quickly straightened him up. "Who the hell are you? Why are those pirates afraid of you?"

"They're not afraid, I'm invisible, they just can't see us." Tuba once again took out the cross and gestured triumphantly on his head.

Charles directly took these words as air, so many pairs of eyes were directed at him just now, how could he be invisible.

The crazy old man couldn't communicate before meeting, and Charles didn't have time to continue asking.

"Anyway, thank you, I owe you this time, and I will pay it back next time I have a chance."

Charles turned around and was about to leave after speaking. He didn't have time to chat with an old lunatic, even if the lunatic didn't look simple.

I have already scared the snake, and I must find the place where the fuel is stored on this island before the pirates react.

"Are you looking for something on the island? I can help you find it! I've been on this island for a long time." Tuba smirked, revealing the gums with few teeth left in his mouth.

Charles, who had just walked to the door, turned around with a look of surprise. "You know where the fuel is in this place? Don't kid me."

"Really, really, fuel is what the ship eats, right? I know where those things come from, and I can tell you, but according to the steps, you must pay me first."

Hearing that he wanted a reward, Charles felt relieved, as long as he could get information, a little price was nothing. "How many echoes do you want?"

Tuba waved his hands vigorously and shook his head. "No no no, I don't want money, I want a story, and you have to tell me a story. A story I've never heard."

story? What kind of weird request is this? Charles was very puzzled.

At this moment, Richard quickly seized control of his body, "I'll do it, I'll do it. Practice makes perfect. I'm good at dealing with a lunatic."

"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. Once on her birthday, her grandma gave her a little red riding hood made of velvet..."

After a short bedtime story was quickly finished, Lily listened to it with gusto, while Tuba, who was squatting on the garbage, shook his head vigorously with a frustrated face.

"No, that's not the story I want to hear. I've heard the story. You shouldn't be telling this story. You should be telling another story."

"Then what exactly do you want to hear? Aren't you able to predict the future? If you can count until we can come, you don't count what I'm going to tell you? You figure out the story, and I'll repeat it again. "The helpless Richard scratched his head.

"I don't know, I just knew that you must tell me a story, and the story is very interesting. I laughed so hard after listening to it."

"Hey, this old man..." Richard looked at Tuba unkindly, calculating in his heart the threat of force, and asked him what the success rate was for telling the location of the fuel.

But when he thought about his actions to deter those pirates just now, he was not sure whether this guy was really stupid or fake, and how strong he was.

"I happen to have a story here." Charles took control of his body, he breathed out slowly, and spoke calmly.

"Once upon a time, there was a man who lived in his own world. He was just an ordinary person living an ordinary life. Suddenly, an unexpected disaster happened to him. The sea swallowed up his classmates, but he was taken to a strange land. The world, here is all sea water, there is no light..."

Charles' voice was flat and without a trace of emotion, but Tuba, who was squatting in the garbage, listened attentively.

And Feuerbach, who was outside the alley before, had walked in at some time, listening to this story, looking at Charles' back thoughtfully.

"It has been nine years and he has worked so hard to find his way home. But the boat he is going home has no fuel. He needs fuel. There is an old man who knows the address of the fuel. Can he go home? Home, it depends on whether the old man will help."

"This story is good, this story is good!" Tuba patted his palm excitedly, jumping up and down like a monkey.

"No, such a good story, I have to get something to remember, otherwise I will definitely forget it again."

After finishing speaking, Tuba flipped his hands over and took out a yellowed book from the trash, took a black stone and quickly smeared it.

Tuba didn't seem to know how to write at all, he drew all kinds of messy stripes on the book, and within a few seconds, the yellowed paper was completely blackened by him.

"Okay, I'll remember it, let's go, I'll take you to find fuel, and then you can go home." The smiling Tuba stuffed the notebook in his arms, stood up and walked out the door go.

Seeing Lily and Feuerbach's questioning gazes towards him, Charles didn't say anything, waved his hands and followed him out.