The Evil Generation of Pirates

The boat ran aground on the shore and several people got off the boat. .The former pier was bombed into rubble five years ago. Since then, no one has lived in it and no one has repaired it.

Because it is a high tide period, the ship will not be washed away even if the tide goes out at night.And it doesn't matter if the ship is washed away. There will be a warship to pick it up the next day. There is nothing to worry about.

The four people walked to the shore without any worries. The shore was very desolate, and the buildings that were badly damaged five years ago could still be seen vaguely.

Without saying a word, Yamos walked deep into Uroro Island from the side path.The other three people came just for fun and had no purpose, so they followed Yamos.

Yamos entered the old site of the village, which was in ruins and ravaged by time.

He walks through it.

October is the hottest time on Uloro Island.The ground in the deserted village is very dry, and the air seems to have lost water molecules, making people feel extremely uncomfortable and suffocating every time they take a breath.

"It's so hot..." Luka breathed heavily.

Drake and Dolat didn't put in much effort, but there were beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their skin even hurt a little from the sun.

It was as if Yamos couldn't feel anything. His pace was neither fast nor slow, but he kept a little distance between them and walked straight through the village alone.

He didn't look around as he moved forward, his gaze was the same as his steps, he just moved forward.

His mouth was slightly open and his lips were trembling.

In an instant, he traveled back to ten years ago.Ten years ago, Lazer, who was one year older than him, took him and the silly Usov to wander around the village. Lazer was hated by the people in the village because of his mischief.However, this has never been a problem for Lezein, who is optimistic and lively by nature. He always has a smile on his face, just like he protects his friends, and is always used to walking in the front.

The two scenes in time and space overlapped.

As Yamos walked in the dilapidated village, he seemed to see the blond Lazein in front of him, who was humming a song and looking around. Usov giggled beside him and said nothing on the way.

The three of them wandered the streets. Because they had no money, Laizein often looked longingly at the delicious food sold by the vendors.

Although Usov is a bit stupid, he knows certain things very well in his heart, so every time he will buy his favorite snacks after Lazein curls his lips and walks away, and then chases Lazein and gives them to him.

As Yamos walked, he saw a long stone bench on one side. The surface of the stone bench was the eaves of the house next to it. When it rained heavily, Lezein and Usov would sit on the stone bench with him.Lezein would fold paper boats and place them in the gutters after the rain, and watch them drift away precariously along the current.Usov was still grinning, not knowing what he was thinking.Yamos just watched the dense rain hitting the ground in a daze every time.

He stopped and sat on the stone bench, his hands hanging naturally on the edge of the stone bench.Above the head are the eaves, on the left and right are Lezein and Usov, and in front of them is the cool rain.

"Yamos, aren't you here to investigate for clues?"

Snapped.

The scene is broken.

When Yamos returned to reality, he saw three men with arms folded across their chests. Drake, Dorat, and Luca looked down at Yamos from above.Yamos also felt how fierce the sunlight was at this moment. Fortunately, it was already afternoon and the sunlight was gradually getting warmer.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you feel a little distracted?" Derek, who has always been calm and sensitive, noticed something strange about Yamos.

"It's nothing." Yamos stood up, patted the dust on the stone bench on his butt, turned around and glanced at the stone bench again. The stone bench was empty, "Let's go, didn't Colonel Adolf say that there is another family on the island?" ?"

"Yeah, I almost forgot, I was just going to ask for a glass of water." Luka covered the sun with his hands.

Yamos looked at the three of them, then lowered his head, sniffed, and continued walking forward.

This time his pace was much faster, as if he couldn't wait to leave here.

"What's wrong with this guy?" Dorat said.

Drake looked at Yamos's lonely back and said, "That guy must have a big worry, you know? No matter how powerful a person is, there will always be a particularly fragile place in his heart. .”

The three people looked at Yamos walking forward with his head lowered and did not move.

"Did Yamos tell you about his past?" Luka stopped making trouble and asked with some concern.

Derek shook his head: "Multiple gourd, dead fish eyes, he is not a person who likes to talk."

silence……

Not long after, the three of them followed.

When we reach the edge of the village, we are basically in the center of the island. The edge of the village is a flat, open and dry area with cracked land.

The ground is full of loess.

The loess is a grave mound.There are no monuments or plaques on each grave, they just stand there bare, exposed to the wind and rain as the sun and moon alternate.

At a rough glance, there were more than 50 tombs, and the distance between each one was only one or two meters. Next to one of the tombs was a house. The house was very simple. Although it was not a shabby thatched house, it was not much better.

Yamos walked to the front of the tomb, stopped, and looked at the tomb in the sunlight.

After Drake and the others rushed over, they also stopped beside Yamos.Now that everyone knows about the Uroro Island incident, naturally no one knows the background story of these graves.

Yamos stood there motionless in a military posture.

Not long after, an old man walked out of the room. The old man was wearing a straw hat and carrying a bottle of low-quality wine that probably cost less than a few hundred berries. He walked over step by step: "It's the navy again."

The four of them were all wearing military uniforms, but they did not wear navy cloaks.In the eyes of Amos, the navy cloak is a symbol of honor just like the titles of various kingdoms. He disdains and does not pursue this kind of thing. Wearing it still feels like a constraint for him, so he might as well stuff it into the closet and let it gather dust. .

"Hello." Derek looked at the old man and said politely, "Are you the one who has been guarding here?"

"Ah, yes." The old man had dark skin and walked into the tomb with a familiar look, carrying a drink. "I have been accompanying them all these years, and they have been accompanying me."

"Are these all unmarked graves?" Yamos raised his head and asked.

The old man walked among the tombs, bending down from time to time to pull out the weeds growing on the tombs: "Yes, there were almost no whole corpses left at that time. Many of the corpses were torn apart and unrecognizable. It took me several days to remove all the corpses. Divide the pile of broken corpses and bury the body parts that are identified as coming from the same person together. If it is too messy, just throw some in each pit."

The old man said these words very casually, but anyone who heard these words and imagined the scene at that time could not help but feel scared.

"You are not the branch's navy, are you?" The old man came out, holding a lot of weeds in his hand.

"How do you know?" Dolat asked kindly.

The old man smiled: "The branch navy has not been here for many years, and they have basically given up on looking for the real culprit. But it seems that you and the navy who come every year should be the same type of people."

"Besides us, does anyone else come? And they come every year?" Yamos said. He couldn't think of any navy who was not a branch of the navy who would come to visit these innocent souls every year.

"Ah, yes, he is a man who looks at least older than you. He never told me his identity. He just brought me some wine when he came here to thank me for taking care of these people." The old man raised his head The other hand held the wine, "But his wine was expensive and tasted bad. I couldn't bear to drink it and sold it all. The money I sold was enough for me to buy a whole house of wine like this, hahaha."

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