Trickster Hunter

Chapter 177 Shepherd

Sun Hang rubbed his wet hair with a piece of sheet he picked up, and walked out of the bathroom. He was met by a fisherman holding a bottle in his hand and looking happy.

"Look, look! What a treasure I found!"

"What baby?" Yano poked his head out of a nearby dormitory.

"A bottle of vodka!" the fisherman said, shaking the bottle in his hand. "This is a special version for the army!"

"Vodka from more than a hundred years ago... can I still drink it?" Sun Hang looked at the bottle in his hand with some suspicion. Although the bottle of vodka had not been opened, there was only a little liquid left in the bottle. Halfway through, the color is not as clear as common distilled liquor. Instead, it has a turbid texture, and some suspicious white sediment appears at the bottom of the bottle.

"Who would be willing to drink this stuff? These are all hot treasures in the collection market. If you open one bottle, you will lose one." The fisherman said, "A well-preserved antique wine like this can be sold with little effort if it is brought back to the mainland. It’s seventy or eighty thousand, and if you’re lucky enough to come across an auction, it’s possible to get it to one hundred thousand!”

"Then you have to hold it carefully and don't drop it on the ground." Sun Hang joked, "If you drop it, wouldn't it be equivalent to throwing 100,000 yuan into the water?"

However, what Sun Hang didn't expect was that as soon as he finished saying this, the fisherman tore open the tin seal of the bottle and pulled out the cork.

"Hey, aren't you planning to take it back and sell it for money?" Yano asked doubtfully.

"Whether you can make it out alive or not is a completely different matter. I've spent half my life picking at ropes, but when I get to the end of the road, I'll have a little luxury. It's okay!" The fisherman closed his eyes and put the mouth of the bottle in front of his nose, sniffing hard. Take a bite.

"Ahem...the smell is too strong, isn't it? Is it sour and spicy? It's like rancid hot pot base..." The fisherman raised the bottle speechlessly and looked inside. The sloshing turbid liquid, "I watched a TV show before At this time, a group of rich people and sommeliers opened a bottle of whiskey that was more than 80 years old, and everyone tasted a small glass. Gee, those sommeliers were almost praising the wine to the sky... I really wonder if there’s something wrong with their sense of taste.”

"If a piece of shit is worth a million, then the smell of this shit is not called a stink, it is called a unique flavor." Sun Hang shrugged, "Although in my opinion, it will cost a million People who buy shit probably have some problems with their brains.”

"Are you still drinking?" Yano asked with a smile.

"No more, no more..." the fisherman waved his hand, "I'm afraid if I take one gulp, I'll really turn into a shit-eating fool."

The three of them searched the dormitory again - what made them feel a little strange was that not only did this dormitory have no traces of the battle, there was not even the messy scene during the emergency evacuation.

Except for a few people with sloppy living habits, most of the quilts on the beds are neatly folded, and daily necessities are placed where they should be placed - spare clothes are hung neatly in the wardrobe, and suitcases are stacked on top of each other. The bottom of the bed, the top of the cabinet, and even the doors of several dormitories were locked.

If you ignore the thick layer of dust on the furniture and the ground, as well as the traces of time on various objects, this dormitory building completely looks like it is empty during working hours, and it does not look like anything like that happened. A "serious accident" that could cause the entire nameless island to be abandoned.

Sun Hang tried to recall the "memory fragments" of the day of the accident, but his mind was empty... He could only see those peaceful and peaceful daily scenes. As for the memory of the day of the accident, he could not recall it at all.

It seems that the owner of these memories had already left the Nameless Island before the accident happened.

"It feels like there is nothing of value left." The fisherman pushed the last drawer. "I found a lot of letters, but many of them were letters home that were intended to be sent to relatives. They never seemed to bring documents related to the research content. Go back to the dormitory.”

"There are a lot of books in the dormitory, but they are all popular novels or classical masterpieces. The only books that have anything to do with academics are probably Hegel's "Logic" and Lyell's "Principles of Geology." Studying weird things is useless." Yano put down the tome in his hand, which was as heavy as a brick, and sighed.

"This place is cleaner than my face after taking a shit." The fisherman muttered, "Are these researchers not involved at all? Why don't they take the unfinished work back to the dormitory and continue working on it during the day?"

"What nonsense metaphor are you talking about? Do you poop with your face?" Sun Hang glanced at him and said speechlessly.

"Damn, my brain is crazy. What I want to say is that I woke up in the morning and washed my face after pooping...forget it, if you don't talk about these things, there is nothing left. Let's keep going, since we can't be found here. If you want something, then the laboratory can't be so clean, right?" The fisherman put the letters from home, both the sender and the recipient of which were no longer alive, under a quilt, turned around and walked out of the dormitory.

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After the three people left the dormitory, they continued to move along the red fingerprint lights. There were several similar dormitory buildings along the way, but they only took a cursory glance and left... All the dormitory buildings were the same. There is very little information of value.

"I suddenly remembered a topic I studied before." Yano said suddenly while walking.

"What subject?" the fisherman asked curiously.

"That is a strange creature recorded in European folklore stories, or there may be two types." Yano said, "Have you heard of the shepherd who plays the flute?"

The fisherman and Sun Hang both shook their heads.

"According to the description in the story, this shepherd is most likely a Xin-type strange creature like a vengeful spirit, and the flute in its hand is most likely an artifact-type strange creature..." Yano said.

"And then?" the fisherman asked.

"In the story, the shepherd usually appears at midnight, when most people are asleep. He will play a strange tune outside the village, but adults cannot hear this tune. Only children in the village can hear it. These children who hear the tune will get up from their beds like sleepwalkers and follow the sound of the tune to the outside of the village... and the shepherd will take these children away like a flock of sheep... As for where these children ended up and what they experienced, the story did not mention it."

"It sounds like a cult children's story." Sun Hang said, "So what you mean is that there may be a 'shepherd' on the nameless island, who has gathered all the people on the island together by some special means?"

"Yes." Yano nodded.