Diary of Raising a Mermaid

When Lance woke up again, the sun had already reached the west.

"Why does my nose hurt?"

Lance wrinkled his nose, he asked curiously.

The two mermaids stayed on the island.

"illusion."

Wencer leaned against the rock next to him, finished speaking calmly, and then turned a page of the book.

Face down, directly on the beach, the nose will of course hurt.

Lance slept very long this time, and Wencer helped Lance dry everything while Lance was sleeping.

After the sea breeze and the sun dried all these things, Winser put them back in the suitcase.

He knew that, according to Lance's personality, although these things were useless for a long time, Lance would never throw them away.

"What are you looking at?"

Lance rubbed his nose, then walked over to Wencer, curiously watching what was in Wencer's hand.

As a result, he saw that Wencer was holding a crumpled book, and this book was called "Moby Dick".

"Where did this come from?"

Lance was curious, there was no book in his suitcase.

"Pick it up."

Wencer spoke without blushing at all.

"It's really strange to see you read this book."

Lance glanced at the cover of the book and said.

"Oh?"

"This book talks about how humans catch beluga whales, and you, uh, are a mermaid."

Lance explained it euphemistically.

In "Moby Dick", it mainly tells the story of a paranoid captain and a white whale.

The captain was bitten off a leg by a ferocious and clever beluga, so he wanted to catch that beluga and became paranoid and crazy.

In the story, the captain has tossed around the world for revenge, and finally meets the beluga whale. A man in the boat fights wits and courage with a beluga, and finally ends up together. Only one sailor survives.

And in the current world, whether it is IQ or rarity, the mermaid can be comparable to that beluga.

Therefore, when Winsor watched "Moby Dick", it was a bit like the Moby Dick in the story was reading this novel written by humans.

I don't know what this novel will be adapted from the point of view of the Beluga whale.

Wencer touched Lance's head and sighed:

"Sometimes, I really want to see how your brain grows."

How weird.

Lance: "..."

Wencer put the book back in the suitcase, closed the zipper, and said to Lance:

"Let's go back, you haven't eaten anything today."

"go back?"

At the thought that his ears would be devastated when he went back, Lance couldn't help frowning, "I don't want to."

After all he had the opportunity to take a day off, why did he go to seek destruction by himself?

Wouldn't it be nice to finish the day happily?

"Winser, you haven't eaten grilled fish."

Lance suddenly remembered that he likes grilled fish so much. For mermaids, grilled fish should have the same appeal, so he thought of using grilled fish to divert attention.

"I'll make grilled fish for you."

After speaking, Lance began to get busy with enthusiasm.

Wencer wanted to refuse, but seeing Lance so energetic, he hesitated, after all, he did not refuse.

The first step in making grilled fish is to start a fire.

Catching fish is a small case for a mermaid. It takes minutes to get it done. The question now is how to make a fire.

As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning. Lance didn't expect that his career as a fish roaster would seem to be dying on fire.

Lance once peeped at Wen Yu and the others making fire. From Lance's point of view, Wen Yu and the others used the most common method of drilling wood to make fire—

After drilling with a small wooden stick a few times, smoke came out, and then sparks came out.

This led Lance, who had no experience in survival in the wild, to believe that it would be easy to drill wood for fire, and it would be fine in a while.

So Wencer held his cheek and watched Lance holding a small stick, rubbing it there.

As Lance drilled the wood to make fire and turned the small stick, his entire face turned red, and his tail swayed wildly there, but nothing happened.

Wencer looked at the horizon and realized that the sun was going to set in a while, so he could only speak:

"Forget it, Lance, let's just eat the fish."

"No, I have to eat grilled fish!"

Lance was indignant, he blew heartily on his webbed claws that had been tortured by the stick, and then continued to fight like a chicken blood.

"Just a little while later, you can get out of the fire."

Wencer sighed and said:

"You said the same half an hour ago."

"I don't want to go back!"

Lance gritted his teeth, waited for his hand to get better, and continued to rub the little stick, "Even if I go back, I have to wait for a fire!"

Winsor: "..."

Suddenly he couldn't bear to tell Lance that by drilling wood to make fire, even if the most experienced humans come to do this kind of thing, they may have to rub it all night.

It is possible to get a cigarette lighter.

"Crazy quack"

This is the sound of digging through wood to make fire.

After listening for a long time, Wencer lay on the beach and saw the starry sky, while Lance was still working hard.

This kind of tenacity made Wencer have to sigh, and it gave him a new definition of Xiaoyu's perseverance.

Wincer was suddenly very grateful that he had decided to swim out of the coral bones with Lance. Otherwise, according to Lance's tenacious fighting spirit, the ghost knew that if he kept Lance in the coral bones, Lance would sooner or later. What is to be done.

Wencer got up, and he walked over, stopping Lance's movements.

Lance raised his head and complained furiously:

"Where did I go wrong? Why can't I get out?"

Wencer laughed blankly. He looked at Lance's hand and found that Lance's hand was red and swollen, so he asked:

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It's okay."

Lance said, "It'll be fine later."

His expression was a bit low: "I want you to try grilled fish, grilled fish is really good."

Lance really wanted Winser to taste the grilled fish.

In Lance’s logic, he believed that Wencer had always lived in water and had never eaten cooked food. He wanted Wencer to taste the grilled fish, and then he told Wencer happily that this method of food was invented by mankind. .

If it doesn't work, it's okay to take the grilled fish as your own heart and tell Wencer.

After all, Wencer did so much for him? Then why couldn't he give back to Wencer with his favorite things?

Hearing Lance's words, Wensor's heart was warm, his eyebrows stretched, and finally couldn't help holding Lance's hand, and lightly kissed the back of Lance's hand.

Lance:? !

The white mermaid in front of him was frightened. Wencer looked at Lance's furry in front of him. He smiled, and then quickly changed the subject:

"When you drilled wood to make fire, the speed of rotating the small stick was too slow. Finally, when you stopped the hot place, it cooled down. Naturally, it wouldn't catch fire."

"really?"

Lance looked blank, "Wenser, do you have experience? Haven't you been in the water all the time?"

"This is my secret."

Wincer drove Lance aside seriously, "Go pick up some dry branches and coconuts. I'll help you."

"okay."

Lance nodded stupidly, and walked to the depths of the island.

After Lance left, Wencer lowered his head and stared at the stick Lance used to drill the wood in a daze.

After a while, Winsor

He shook his head, sighed, and changed a few strands of his hair into tiny tentacles, and the tiny tentacles madly rotated the stick.

Unexpectedly, one day he would split his tentacles in order to make fire.

Wencer thought in a melancholy way that since raising the little fish, his tentacles have really been used to perform functions that he could not even imagine.

With the concerted efforts of a few small tentacles, green smoke emerged soon.

The green smoke indicated that it was almost successful. Based on the picture in his own memory, Wencer quickly adjusted the dried coconut husk that Lance had prepared next to him, and successfully ignited a little spark.

Wencer didn't dare to get out of the air, and hurriedly let the little tentacles continue to drill the wood to make fire, and hurriedly gathered some more dry leaves, and finally lit a small bonfire.

"Wow!"

The fire was obvious in the night. Lance, who was collecting firewood in the distance, turned his head and saw the bonfire, and immediately beamed in two ways.

"you are great!"

Lance didn’t even think about it, and walked back with a pile of dried leaves he picked up. He looked at the flames, as if Prometheus looked at the first fire of mankind in the myth, and hugged excitedly. Wincer next to him, speaking incoherently,

"how did you do it?"

Wincer secretly changed the little tentacles back to his hair. He touched Lance's head, kissed Lance's forehead, and said:

"secret."

"We can eat grilled fish!"

Lance put the firewood aside, quickly screwed up the marine fish that had been standing aside for a long time, ran to the sea and handled it awkwardly, and said as he handled it,

"Wincer, you can rest for a while, and I will do the rest."

Wencer raised his eyebrows, and finally chose to let Lance do it himself, so he nodded and said:

"it is good."

After treating the fish in a confused manner, Lance twisted the dead sea fish, skewered it on the branch, and began to roast it against the flame.

Onlookers watched the whole process: "..."

Judging from the picture in his memory, Winser was very worried that he would eat a piece of carbon instead of a fish.

Facts have proved that Wencer's concerns are justified.

The whole process of grilling made Lance very painful.

He couldn't figure out why the protagonist in the TV series cooked a browned fish so easily, and when he came to his side, accidents happened frequently.

Not to mention that halfway through the roasting, the fish suddenly fell into the bonfire and almost took away the only kind of fire;

In the later period, the outside of Lance's grilled fish had been blackened, but the inside had just been cooked.

"In a fairy tale

The noodles are all deceptive, and it is also in the TV series. "

Lance refused to admit that there was a problem with his craft. He stubbornly said to Wencer, "Would you like to take a bite to try?"

Wencer was silent, he glanced at Lance, then at the dark guy in Lance's hand, and refused:

"Do not."

"No mermaid will die."

Lance said solemnly, then took a bite, trying to prove that the thing just looked a little disgusting and tasted ok.

As a result, I didn't expect that when I took a bite, what burst into my mouth was not the burnt and fresh taste, but the bitter and coarse grain.

Especially like a bite of coal directly.

Lance tried his best to control the facial features that he wanted to drift, and then he took the remaining fish and thought about how to remedy it.

"I don't know how to eat."

Wencer looked at Lance's mouth with scorched black marks, funny but afraid to laugh, he resolutely refused, "Never eat it."

"Well, it failed this time."

Lance ignored Wencer's dissuasion and said, "I have experience this time. I will grill another fish for you. It is definitely better than this one."

"No need, I..."

Lance turned around to prepare to harm another fish. He just picked up the other fish, and suddenly heard Wencer's words behind him and broke abruptly.

When he was curious, Lance turned his head and saw Wencer lying on the beach, his eyes closed, his face pale, and he seemed to suddenly lose consciousness.

"Winser?"

Lance was so frightened that he threw away the fish in his hand, and he hurriedly crawled towards Winsor.

"What's wrong with you? Don't scare me, I won't give you grilled fish, Winser???"

…

Mainland, inside the doomsday laboratory.

After a while of dizziness, Wen Yu woke up, only to find that he was still lying on the operating bed in the laboratory.

Three days ago, Wen Yu and his party were found by the rescue team. The three of them returned to the mainland as survivors.

The doctors in the Doomsday Laboratory said that in order to prevent Wen Yu and his party from experiencing any hidden problems, the three of them must undergo a full-body examination.

As a result, the three people were separated and spent every day on various inspection instruments.

"I am..."

Wen Yu wanted to get up, but found that he was wearing a strange instrument on his head, so he unconsciously pulled out the wire attached to it.

"Colonel!"

When the doctor next to him saw Wen Yu pulling the line, he suddenly became nervous, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Wen Yu, "That's the inspection instrument, wait a while!"

Wen Yu found himself

Now his body is weak, he was pressed back by the doctor, and he had to frown, lay back on the bed, and asked:

"What instrument is this?"

It turned out that there was no such thing when checking the body.

"Oh, it's a new instrument invented by Dr. Mougin."

The doctor said, "Colonel, you will be fine if you lie down for a while, and the examination will be completed soon."

Wen Yu frowned upon hearing this, but did not continue to struggle.

"Speaking of which, Colonel and you are really a miracle."

The doctor waited for the progress of the instrument check while saying, "Such a **** storm can survive, and it happened to hit an uninhabited island."

"lucky."

Wen Yu answered these words coldly, and then fell silent.

The doctor was blocked by Wen Yu's sentence, and he choked for a long time. Originally, he wanted to test why Wen Yu was so lucky, but Wen Yu was obviously uncooperative, so he had to give up.

After five minutes, the progress bar on the instrument is already full.

The doctor stepped forward and removed the instrument from Wen Yu's head, indicating that Wen Yu could leave.

Before leaving, Wen Yu pretended to ask casually:

"What does this instrument check?"

"I don't know, Dr. Mougin just asked us to collect data."

The doctor cleaned up, put the instrument back in the cart next to it, and said, "Carl and Rose also did this check. It should be a routine check."

Wen Yu hesitated, and finally left.

He is a little weak now, so he must go back to the medical cabin quickly.

Half an hour after Wen Yu checked his body, in a dark room in the Doomsday Laboratory, Mou Ran put on his black-rimmed glasses, and he fiddled with the instrument in his hand with a playful smile on his face.

In this pitch-black dark room, in the video machine in the center of the conference room, a magical image is projected—

The image is blurry, but it can be seen from the outline that it is a white mermaid.

The white mermaid was lying on the edge of the lifeboat, babbling, with a starry sky in the background.

The video is very short, after a few seconds, it ends.

After the video was over, the dark room was lit up, and a circle of doctors in the Doomsday Laboratory sat on the conference table.

No one dared to say the first sentence, they didn't even question this video.

Mu Ran waited for a while, but in the end he took the lead to speak:

"Don't worry, this is drawn by extracting the memory images of Wen Yu, Carl, and Rose. It can't be an illusion."

"If this is true..."

A doctor with white hair and beard tremblingly said, "This shows that the experiment back then was successful."

Mourin laughed loudly:

"Isn't this a good thing? This shows that our proposal is correct. Those experiments, those people, are not meaningless sacrifices!"

He got excited and stirred up the atmosphere in the entire conference room:

"Think about it, if that mermaid really exists, what will he mean to us?"

The doctors looked at each other, and after a while, someone suggested:

"Then at least, should you catch him first?"

"of course."

Mu Ran smiled slightly, "I will have a good talk with the chairpersons."

The author has something to say: I would like to recommend Jiyou [Demolition Bone]'s infinite stream. "The Creator Has Fallen After That Night" is also a pseudo-science fiction style.

Here is the copy:

▼1

The sandbox world is formed, and all the people in the city have white masks on their faces, becoming askers.

The creator of the world released the task, the shadow of death fell, and one person completed it, and the whole city was cleared.

Ming·Kebi·Lang took the entire city through missions. When everyone praised the mysterious player codenamed, they scolded the creator of the cheating, Ming Lang was also scolding.

With a huge amount of reward funds, Ming Lang purchased [Map Skin·Heart of Doomsday] in the mall system. As a result, the next moment, the fourth natural disaster appeared, the doomsday descended on the city, and the skin turned into reality.

Ming Lang:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Was the cheating creator who was scolded by the whole city turned out to be him?

He looked at the remaining [Map Skin·Breakdown Opera], [Map Skin·Cyboliya], [Map Skin·Keline Forest] that were left in the mall, and the hand that had just pressed the purchase button trembled slightly.

▼2

Ming Lang completed the task and received a large amount of creation funds.

World Channel Announcement:

The creator successfully purchased [Map Skin·Apocalyptic Heart] through the mall system, and the treasury consumed 200,000 coins.

Purchased [Love Staff], which consumes 30,000 coins.

Buying [Cat Ears] costs 4500 coins.

…

Citizen: What is the situation of the founder of this year? ?

,

An Xun caught Ming Lang among the 130,000 askers, "What you buy with my money, and show it to me at night?"

Ming Lang: "..."

Afterwards, Ming Lang: I was so scared at the time that I even wanted to retire.

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