Chapter 347 Clay Figurines

After Charles rushed out of the tree hole in a hurry, he saw that the thing that caused the rat alarm had been pointed at the muzzle of his crew.

It was not the Ropeman I encountered before, but a man piled up with mud. He was only 1.4 meters tall and stood there motionless, holding a black mushroom the size of a basketball in his arms.

"Captain, there is a living person in the mud. I can smell the blood flowing in his veins." Orderic showed his two fangs and licked them with his scarlet tongue.

"A living person?" Charles threw out the black blade and scratched lightly on the clay figurine, and the black mud peeled off, revealing the white body hidden behind the mud.

"Is this tree hole your residence?" Charles asked this weird guy.

The clay figurine stood motionless, completely ignoring what Charles said.

Charles snatched the mushroom from his hand and threw it to the mouse. "Try it and see if you can eat it."

Soon two mice rushed up and gnawed quickly, but after a few seconds, they lay on the ground and retched continuously.

"Lily, what's wrong with them? Is this thing poisonous?"

"No, this big mushroom is not poisonous. They say this mushroom is so bitter that the tongue can't even feel the bitterness."

Even mice find it bitter, so one can imagine the extremely bad taste of this thing, but this also shows a problem, no matter how unpalatable it is, this mushroom is indeed food.

Orderic's judgment was correct before, this thing is indeed a living person, and it probably went out to collect food.

Charles took a step forward suddenly, and flew up and down against the face of the clay figurine with the black blade in his hand.

Soon the mud on the clay figurine's face was quickly peeled off, and a delicate face appeared in front of Charles, which was a perfect sculpture-like facial features.

Under the long eyelashes, a pair of amber eyes are so charming that some crew members stare straight.

But Charles didn't care so much, and put the black blade in his hand against his neck. "Who the hell are you, talk!"

At this time, Tuba who was beside him suddenly rushed up. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm good at this kind of thing."

He held the hand of the figure in the clay and froze there together with him, standing together like a sculpture called "Friendship".

The crew members looked around them, and Dipper asked Charles with some surprise: "Captain, this guy, he knows what this guy is thinking, can't he be mentally sensitive?"

Charles, who frowned slightly, didn't answer, and he didn't know for sure, but he wasn't surprised at all that Tuba, the living relic, really needed some new abilities. On Tianshui Island, he showed the special ability of foresight .

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, Tuba followed the clay figurine and stood there still motionless.

"Tuba, do you understand what he's thinking?" Charles asked with a hint of doubt in his voice.

Tuba, who was frozen still, suddenly turned his head to Charles, and said in great surprise: "He didn't say a word, how do I know what he's thinking, I'm waiting for him to speak."

Dipper scratched the green scales on his head with a speechless face, "Are you a fool? If he can talk, why don't you ask?"

"He's not a fool, he's just a lunatic." Somewhat impatient Charles pulled Tuba back.

"No, I'm saying that he didn't speak in his heart. I'm really good, you have to believe me." Tuba kept arguing for himself.

Charles ignored Tuba's yelling, he didn't have time to waste here, since the other party was still pretending to be a wooden man, don't blame him for using some tricks.

"Buzzing~!!" The sound of the chain saw sounded, and if the chain saw was spinning at a high speed, it would be no different from cutting tofu with a knife.

Just as the rapidly spinning chainsaw approached the clay figurine's fingers, the silent first mate put his hand on Charles' black prosthetic limb.

"Wait...wait...captain, I don't think he...doesn't want to move, he...just imitates..."

"Imitate? Imitate what?"

"Imitate...those...rope people...."

The sound of the chainsaw turning stopped, Charles frowned and looked at the guy in front of him.

After a brief moment of thought, Charles said, "Listen to my password and close your eyes for a second."

The crew and the mice did so at once. When they opened their eyes again, they were surprised to find that the guy who was standing still just now had turned around and made an escape movement.

It's really only possible to move if you don't look at it. Charles was very surprised.

Charles asked the crew to quickly close and open their eyes, only to find that the guy ran a few more steps.

Charles carried him and walked directly into the tree house. As he walked, he ordered: "You all stand outside on guard, and I'll have a good chat with this guy alone."

"Yes, Captain!"

"Obey, Captain!!"

When Charles dragged the clay figurine into the tree hole, he found that the other party still hadn't moved. It stands to reason that he should not be able to see his own vision in this dark situation.

But judging from the current situation, the clay figurine has a special way to feel Charles' gaze in the dark.

Charles quickly closed and opened, and the thing in front of him started to move again, and it made an attempt to escape towards the tree hole.

Of course, it was impossible for Charles to let him go. After finally finding a human being, he wanted to get some information from this guy's brain.

He stretched out his hand to straighten the clay figurine, looked at his perfect facial features and said word by word: "Answer my question. Is there any other buildings on this island, and where are the human beings who came with you?" ?”

After Charles finished speaking, he began to open and close his eyes constantly, trying to get him to respond to his inquiry.

But the other party ignored Charles, only thinking about running fast.

"Touch!" A bone bullet grazed the face of the clay figurine, drawing a bloodstain on that perfect face.

The gunshots caught the attention of the crew. They held their torches and stuck their heads in to look around. After realizing that the captain was not in any danger, they quickly retracted.

"Answer my question, don't force me to do it to you." Charles' gun barrel rested on the clay figurine's head.

But even if it was Charles' threat, the other party still had no intention of answering, and kept running towards the entrance of the cave.

"Captain, maybe this guy can't talk at all." An indifferent female voice came from behind, Charles turned his head and found that it was his ship doctor Linda.

The bald woman walked in, carefully examining the clay figurine's eyes.

"Look, when he was listening to us, his eyes didn't respond at all, he couldn't understand at all."

Just when Charles was thinking about how to communicate with a person who couldn't speak, Linda said again: "Captain, let me try it, I'm a doctor."

After thinking for a few seconds, Charles nodded. "Okay, then be careful, this guy's fear may also be faking."

After he finished speaking, he threw the fleshy revolver in his hand to defend her, and walked out of the tree hole.