Dream Guide
Chapter 565: Population Extinction
William Wolfe was described as haggard, walking unsteadily through his garden on a cane.
It had been a long time since he had stood up from his wheelchair.
The weather today is good, with a few white clouds hanging leisurely in the blue sky, the sun shining tepidly, the newly mowed lawn feeling soft when stepped on, and a few crows leaping on the trees not far away.
Except for a serving maid who followed closely behind William Wolfe and was ready to help him at any time, everyone else was driven away by the stubborn old man.
"Stay away from me! How many more chances do I have to stand on my own!" He yelled at the bodyguards and servants, "If you are worried, just let Martha follow me."
Even his son, the appointed successor of the family, Qui Wolfe, could only stand by the garden and watch from a distance. Fortunately, this is Vancouver, and no one dares to come here to take advantage of the Wolf family. Except for people trusted by Old Wolf, not even a cat will be allowed into this garden within a radius of two kilometers.
Except for birds, of course.
Those free little guys were flying around in the sky, making noisy noises, like children who could never be quiet. But this also brings vitality to the peaceful garden. They don't care what kind of big shot the poor old man below is who can only move forward with small steps of no more than one hand and may be blown down by the wind at any time.
A crow croaked several times.
Huang Liang looked up and thought of Qingmu's coal boss. In fact, he had never seen the true form of the magical crow. He had only seen it in a dream since the first time. Later in prison, he experienced another life. In that life, he saw a specimen of a dead crow. Thinking about it now, that feeling was like a dream, but he knew it must be more than just a dream.
Counting the days carefully, it has been more than two years since he escaped from prison. He has not seen Aoki for more than two years. Logically speaking, he no longer needs to be responsible for the agreement between him and Aoki, and he and Aoki have only met a few times, so there is no deep friendship, but he just feels that Aoki is the only one in the world who is trustworthy.
Since escaping from prison, there has been a deep sense of loneliness lingering in Huang Liang's heart. He is like a lonely traveler walking in the ice and snow, like a lonely meteorite floating in the dark universe, not knowing his own destiny, but unable to get rid of it.
He glanced at Qui Wolfe next to him. This burly fellow was a worthy friend, with whom he had many similarities. But the word friend is so luxurious to them, especially Huang Liang, who is not even sure whether he is a "person" or not.
A gray pigeon suddenly broke in and landed on the lawn in the garden. It lifted one foot and looked at the people here curiously.
"The pigeons you raise?" Huang Liang asked.
"The pigeons we raise are all white, and the pigeon farm is not in Vancouver." Hong Kui said.
"Oh, I thought he was here to deliver a letter."
"Communications are so advanced, who still uses pigeons to deliver messages?"
"Then why do you raise pigeons?"
"Our family originated in Alaska. In the era when communications were underdeveloped, it was almost isolated from the south. After our ancestors came to the south, they began to raise homing pigeons that could adapt to the cold climate to facilitate communication between the north and the south. We have specialized breeding Pigeon farms and trainers, this has become a tradition and has been maintained, but the scale is not as good as before, and the communication function has been lost.”
Old Wolf was still walking tremblingly with difficult small steps, and the maid Martha followed him nervously, keeping a distance of two bodies.
"Your father is really a stubborn person." Huang Liang said.
"It's inevitable for people to be like this when they get old. Besides, he has always been a man of his word and likes to have everything under control, but now he can't even control his own body."
"He's working hard and he's going to be fine."
"This is all thanks to you. My father is very grateful to you. He just doesn't like to say disgusting words."
Huang Liang laughed, looked at the old man staggering on the flat grass, and lamented that life is really a cycle, the older a person gets, the more he looks like a child!
The pigeon was still on the lawn, not disturbed by the presence of anyone. It tilted its head and looked at it for a while. It probably felt that the old man closest to it had difficulty walking and would not pose a threat to it, so it started walking swaggering on the lawn, looking for food in the grass.
The old man walked beside it, but it didn't hide. Seeing that the old man's foot was about to step on it, it suddenly jumped to the edge, causing the old man to stagger and almost fall. But he raised his head provocatively and barked a few times.
Martha quickly stepped forward to help Wolfe, but was pushed away by the old man. He waved his cane angrily and drove it away with "Shoo-Shoo-", but the bird still wouldn't go away. He was so angry that he yelled: "Get out!"
Martha looked at Hong Kui a little aggrievedly. Hong Kui was about to go up to persuade his father, but was stopped by Huang Liang.
"It's good for his health to let him vent. He's been either lying on the bed or sitting in a wheelchair for so long. He's already exhausted. It's not easy for him to walk on his own!"
Hongkui stopped and nodded to Martha not to worry.
Old Wolf was panting and leaning on a cane, but there was nothing he could do about the pigeon in front of him.
"I heard that there are many wild pigeons in Canada. Are they just wild or domestic?" Huang Liang asked.
"It's domestically raised..." Hong Kui wasn't sure either. He was not very interested in raising birds, except for that time when he met the magical coal boss at Aoki's place, he returned to Canada and studied crows for a while - there are many crows in Canada - but he failed to domesticate them successfully, and later died. That’s it. The animals he is most interested in are wolves, especially white wolves from cold areas.
Huang Liang also felt that wild pigeons would not be so fearless. He turned his attention to Martha - if this naturally beautiful maid had changed her clothes and appeared on other occasions, people would have thought she was a rich daughter of some family, but she was just a daughter in the Wolf family's manor. An ordinary servant, serving carefully under the bright eyes of old Wolf every day, for fear of making any mistakes. However, she is the person Old Wolf trusts the most besides his own son, which is really a strange thing.
"Has Martha served your father for a long time?" Huang Liang asked.
"It's been a few years," Hong Kui said. "Her father was a small gang leader in Chicago and was shot to death. Her mother found my father when they had no way to survive. My father took them in. Later, she avenged them. Her mother died soon after, and Martha stayed to help in the manor. Her father was always very strict with her, but he trusted her very much. Strictly speaking, she was not a maid, nor was she a maid. She’s not a servant, so she has a strange aura about her.”
"A poor woman too."
"Yeah, just like her name - Martha - the name of the last passenger pigeon in the world."
"Passenger pigeon?" Huang Liang looked at the gray pigeon on the lawn again.
"Before European whites landed in the Americas, the number of passenger pigeons in North America exceeded 5 billion. Every autumn, they fly south from northeastern Canada to spend the winter in Florida and Mexico. They gather in groups, and each group of pigeons is More than 100 million pigeons covered the sky and the sun as they flew by, forming a dove cloud more than six kilometers long and 1.5 kilometers wide in the sky."
Hong Kui raised his head and glanced at the clean sky in the distance.
“In the seventeenth century, the passenger pigeon’s nightmare began after Europeans who landed in America discovered the delicacy of pigeons. In 1900, a fourteen-year-old boy in Ohio shot and killed the last recorded wild passenger pigeon with an air gun. By 1910, there was only one wild passenger pigeon left in captivity. This one’s name was ‘Martha’. She lived alone all her life, with no relatives, no friends, or even her own kind...until she If they die, their population will be completely extinct.”
A flash of blue light suddenly flashed in Hong Kui's eyes, "What's strange is that many large biological populations in North America became extinct almost at the same time in the early 20th century - the passenger pigeon, the Rocky Mountain locust... and the Kenai Mountain wolf. !”
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