Hearing Lily's voice on her shoulder, Charles looked in the direction.

A few dozen meters ahead of the street is a square with crowds of people, with many roadside stalls similar to barbecue.

"This is a pedestrian street in the sea, right?" Charles walked over.

After buying Lily a bag of stewed oysters, Charles walked into the lively square.

This place seems to be a local market, with various delicacies and performances emerging one after another, and Lily's eyes are almost dazzled.

Just as Charles unknowingly walked to the edge of the square, a blind man with a ferocious face with sunglasses appeared in front of him. The flesh and skin on his face were sticking to each other, and it looked like some kind of burn. This terrifying face seemed so out of place among the handsome men and beautiful women around him.

There is a sign under the feet of the blind man. It is written with oil paintings, and 100 echoes are available.

Looking at the blind man's shattered cloak, Charles guessed that his business was not going well, but that's the case, who would find a blind man to draw?

The blind man crouched and squatted beside his drawing board, feeling indescribable in the lively surroundings.

At this moment, three young men with arms around walked past and kicked them on the drawing board. Seeing the blind man squatting on the ground picking up things, the three of them laughed wildly.

When Charles saw that everyone around him ignored all this and was too lazy to even look at it, he frowned slightly. "The people on this island are not only strange, but also really cold."

The kind Lily couldn't stand it, so she rushed up with the mouse and sorted out the blind man's drawing paper.

Feeling someone helping me, the disfigured blind man burst into tears. "Why! Why am I so unfortunate!!"

Charles walked over and thought for a moment and said to the blind man: "Stop crying, please draw one for me."

Seeing that there was business, the blind man didn't care about the sadness, so he sniffed and stood up quickly.

"Sir, please sit here." He knocked and pulled out a folding chair from behind the drawing board.

Seeing the blind man skillfully adjusting the paint, Charles felt a little curious. How could he draw if a blind man couldn't even see him?

Just as Charles was thinking about this question, the blind man turned the palette and touched Charles' face with his hands.

"Touch the bones and draw?" An idea just came out of Charles' mind. The blind man had already picked up his brush and started drawing.

This aroused Charles' interest, and he wanted to know how the blind man's skills were.

A few minutes later, the blind man stopped the brush in his hand, took the work off the drawing board, and sent it respectfully to Charles.

"Bang!" The nervous Charles kicked the folding chair and quickly took three steps back, subconsciously touching the gun holster on his waist with his right hand.

On that canvas is not Charles but the lifelike Anna!

The sound of the folding chair falling to the ground immediately attracted the attention of the blind painter, and he touched this side with panic on his face.

"Sir, don't I draw it like it? Don't leave. I haven't eaten for three days. Give me some more. I'll pity me."

Charles took the painting with a complicated expression, took out a few hundred-dollar echo banknotes and put them in his hand.

Feeling the touch in his hand, the blind man's terrifying face suddenly showed ecstasy and bowed deeply to Charles. "Sir, thank you for your mercy to me, a poor man. May my grandmother bless you."

"You can read your heart?" asked Charles, holding the drawing paper.

"No, it's just some useless abilities that appear after blinding your eyes." The blind man humbly shrank aside with a pleasing face.

Charles' fingers slowly passed through Anna's face, and the fictional memories surged up in his mind.

"Gao Zhiming, I like you, can I be your girlfriend?"

"Gao Zhiming, stop playing games, I'm much more fun than games."

"It's okay, it's just traveling to the underground. What a big deal. With me accompanying you, we will definitely go out!!"

Charles' expression was slightly distorted, and his hands with bulging veins grabbed the edge of the drawing paper and tried to force it.

Lily jumped on Charles' shoulder, "Mr. Charles, who is this sister? She's so beautiful."

Just as one person and one rat were talking, the blind man raised his chin and kept sniffing something with his nose.

In the end, Charles, who was not determined to tear up the painting, slowly rolled up the painting and stuffed it into his arms, and said with a hint of melancholy expression: "Let's go, Lily, we're back."

The blind man behind him was about to raise his hand and shout, but he seemed to be concerned about something and ended up saying nothing.

On the way back, Lily clearly felt that Mr. Charles was a little absent-minded, and White Mouse immediately guessed that it was related to the portrait.

"Is it the same as in the drama that the sister had an earth-shaking love with Mr. Charles, and then she ruthlessly abandoned Mr. Charles??"

After Charles returned to the hotel, three more envelopes were pushed at the door, and this time they left were the two sailors and the chefs.

With the dead, the entire crew of the one-man show was almost half gone.

"These people are a little too anxious. They will resign immediately as soon as they are safe. Why don't you wait to return to Coral Island before talking?" Charles, who was a little annoyed, pushed the door and walked in.

After lighting up the oil lamp, Char took out the painting in his arms and stared at it for a while, and then put her drawing paper into his navigation diary.

Taking out the pen on his chest, Char began to write his navigation diary, but before he could write a few words, another envelope was stuffed into the crack of the door.

"I want to get off the boat and say it directly in front of me!"

Then there was no movement outside the door. Char walked over with an ugly face and opened the envelope and looked at it.

When he saw Dipp on it, his expression immediately became serious. "Lily, go out with me."

Lily jumped on Charles' shoulder again, and the brown mice followed like a carpet.

"Mr. Charles, why are we going out again?"

"There's something wrong, that boy Dipp is in danger."

"Hmm?" Lily widened her eyes.

Charles opened the letter in front of her and shook it. "This thing is absolutely impossible for him to write it. That boy is an orphan. He can't even recognize words. How could he write a resignation letter? This thing was forged by someone else!"

Charles, who had reacted, also realized that something was wrong with his previous resignation letter.

If the crew members don’t want to do it, they will probably leave directly. At most, those with better relationships will say goodbye in person like Old John, and those who can write resignation letters are definitely a minority.

Moreover, the beautiful flower-like characters are not written like those written by people who are big and thick at sea.

When he came to the street and looked at the islanders around him, Charles felt something was wrong everywhere. He said to Lily on his shoulder: "Your mice are scattered and call everyone who can be found on the Unicorn now."
Chapter completed!