With his back against the colorful tree trunk and holding his chest with his hands on his chest, Charles frowned and thought about the strange human inside the tree hole.

Thinking of his behavior like the rope man, a thought suddenly popped up in Charles' mind. Could there be any terrible existence in the woods that must act like the rope man to survive?

Looking at the mice guarding in the forest in the distance, Charles felt relieved. Even if the thing attacked him now, his group of people would not be caught off guard.

A few minutes later, Linda's calm voice came from the room, "Come in, he has replied to some for the time being."

Charles immediately walked in with the crew, the fire swayed, and the scene inside the tree hole stunned everyone.

The clay man had already stepped down the mud on his body and exposed his unusually pale body.

The clay man with perfect facial features actually has a handle under him, which no one had thought of before.

But this was nothing. What surprised Charles was that the naked clay man was being held by the boat doctor at this time, and he put his head on her exposed chest and kept sucking, even if he couldn't suck anything out.

Faced with the exposure of her body, the bald woman didn't care at all. She turned around and looked at Charles calmly and said, "He has the instinctive memory of his mother's breastfeeding, but he has no language ability. I just briefly tested it. This person is currently only a three-year-old child's intelligence."

"At three years old, you can communicate with me, right?" Charles asked.

Linda gently pushed the clay man's head away, pulled down her clothes and stood up. "It's a bit difficult. Dolphins also have the intelligence of a 6-year-old child, but they cannot communicate effectively because of different languages."

"Ah~Ah~" The clay man moved in the sight of others for the first time. He completely ignored the gaze of Charles and others, and anxiously arched Linda's chest with his head, trying to get feedback.

Linda took two steps to the chef Planck, reached out to take out an iron can from his big backpack, pried it open with a dagger and handed it to the clay man's arms.

Looking at the clay man swallowing white cold lard, Charles thought about how to get information from him.

This guy can live so big on this island. He should have been to other parts of the island. At least he should know where there are dangers and where there are safety.

When he saw the murals on the wall, he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He quickly took out the pen and paper and started drawing it quickly.

Soon a passenger ship was drawn, which looked like a passenger ship that had collapsed on the beach of the island before.

When Charles delivered the paper to the clay man, the other party was obviously attracted by the thing on the drawing.

He put down the can in his hand and looked at the boat painting. His beautiful amber eyes were filled with a hint of confusion and confusion.

"Mr. Charles, he seems to know this thing!" Lily, who was standing on Charles' shoulder, said excitedly.

Charles nodded, his method worked. Since this guy didn't know how to speak, he would communicate directly with pictures.

As long as you are not blind, even a three-year-old child understands the meaning of the picture display.

Charles started drawing again. This time he did not draw anything else, but painted various foundation buildings.

These include the Second Laboratory, the Third Laboratory, and various modern buildings and ruins in New Territories City. As long as you have seen these things on the island opposite, he will definitely be impressed.

More than a dozen sketches were placed on the clay man, but this time the other party did not give positive feedback. He hugged in Linda's arms, completely ignoring Charles' hard work for more than ten minutes, and secretly aimed at Lily on Charles' shoulder.

"How could this be? Didn't this island be explored by the Foundation? How could this island be without the buildings of these lunatics?"

Charles frowned for a moment, then put the paper on the wall and started drawing it. This time he drew all kinds of doors, square doors, arches, large iron doors, and even elevator doors.

Since the Pope said there were traces of gates on these islands, then he could ask him whether he knew any clues about the so-called gates.

But this time, Charles was disappointed again. The other party didn't even look at it, but instead reached out to Lily with curiosity in his eyes.

Charles was a little discouraged for a moment when he slapped the other person's fingers. It was too much trouble to communicate with a mentally retarded person. It was even more troublesome than communicating with Tuba.

Regardless of whether this guy continues to explore other parts of the island?

Charles was a little unwilling to give up. He lived here for so long and obviously knew something about this island. If he could pry something out of him, it would be much faster than finding it like this.

"Captain, I think you can start with what he knows." Linda hugged the clay man with her hand and came to the mural of the tree cave, and lighted it one by one with her hands.

People's head portraits, boats, villains, whenever Linda clicks a place, the clay man will issue some phrases of unknown significance.

"Wait! Stop that!" Charles suddenly shouted, and Linda's fingers just stopped above the little man who was getting off the boat.

"Hmm~" The clay man used two simple syllables to represent the adults who got off the boat with them.

"Yes, that's right, where are you? Take us to find them." Charles kept lit up at the place with his hands.

Judging from the murals, they did encounter some dangers and die some people, but not all of them died. Some people should survive.

Seeing Charles' fingers keep lit up on it, the clay man finally reacted. He hugged Linda's waist and kept pushing her towards the door.

"Go, follow and see where he takes us."

The crew followed the clay man and walked through the woods.

The distance was not far, and half an hour later, they came to a large pile of soil.

"Hmm~" the clay people pointed at the piles of dirt with their fingers.

"Oh~" Charles sighed helplessly. He should have thought of it long ago that if there were any other adults there, this guy wouldn't even be able to say anything.

"Dig it out and see how these people died."

Hearing the captain's order, the sailors began to dig the graves. Fortunately, the ground was relatively soft, so it was not difficult for them to dig them up with the short blade of the dagger.

Charles watched them digging their graves while thinking about the next countermeasures.

Now only one small peninsula is exploring the location of the island. If you explore all the islands, it will probably take more than ten days.

According to the current situation, at least two more materials will be returned to the ship.

To be honest, Charles didn't want to do this. This kind of island gave him a bad feeling, and he always felt that something bad would happen.

"Ship... Captain! Come quickly!" The terrified voice of sailor West interrupted Charles's thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Charles rushed to the grave quickly. When he leaned his head and looked inside, his pupils suddenly shrank to a very small size.

The skeleton he imagined did not appear, and there were more than a dozen broken ropes lying in this mud pit!

The painting in the tree hole suddenly flashed in Charles' mind, and he fell into a blind spot in his thinking. He always thought that only humans would get off the boat.

Actually, it’s not at all! Those ropers are coming off the boat!! They are also outsiders of this island!

"Hmm~" The clay man poked his head out of Linda's arms and pointed his hand at the ropes in the mud pit.

Under everyone's gaze, his fingers slowly moved upward and began to point to the colorful trees around him.

First on the left. "Hmm~"

Then on the right. "Hmm~"

Then his fingers kept doubling towards the surrounding woods like a machine gun.

“Hmm~”

“Hmm~”

“Hmm~”
Chapter completed!