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Okay, while waiting for the boat at the dock, I decided to finish telling the fourth strange thing.

While young Hook was being interrogated, another stormy riot was taking place in the tavern.

The main body of the riots is still the newly arrived immigrants. The affirmative movement among them has emerged from the previous factions, and a clear main faction has emerged from the struggle-the representative faction.

They called for a sufficient number of rights representatives among them to enjoy equal mining rights, and at the same time, this part of the income would benefit everyone in the form of dividends.

After this plan was proposed, it immediately won the support of the majority of later miners and was immediately implemented.

In Antonio's words, these people were "shameless vampires" and "ungrateful country bumpkins", so this man, with courage flowing through his veins, also fought against them.

But this time, Antonio's death became the trigger for the miners to gather.

In the tavern, they all looked at the spontaneously elected leader and waited for his orders.

"Our demands are simple!"

"It is to fill the vacancies of the three withdrawals of Little Hooker, Antonio, and Old Yorkson, and occupy 50% of the mining rights of this mine!"

"Although we have a large number of people and a lot of labor, we respect their first-come-first-served priority."

"What we object to is their self-imposed exclusive rights and inheritance rights! This is completely unequal treatment!"

"As long as we continue to work hard, we will be able to realize our ideas step by step!"

"This is their weakest moment! This is our best chance!"

“Occupy the mines! Fight for equal rights!”

Such an inspiring speech, just like what they heard countless times, aroused hope, courage, expectation, and greed in the eyes of these people.

I should have suspected some of them at the time. But Little Hook's too restrained defense caused me to fall into a blind spot.

When I heard the news and rushed to the scene, there was only a mess in the area.

Judging from the footprints imprinted by the spilled wine, these people went to the southwest of the town. The messy footprints were endless, passing through the manor of Little Hooker and rushing towards Mader.

Within the territory of Sishan.

I regret that the last barrier, Little Hooker Plantation, failed at the most critical moment after hindering our steps countless times.

Is this strange?

No, the strange thing is not here, but in the subsequent development.

In the next three days, we did not find more than ten people who entered the mountain. At first, we thought that they had built fortifications on the mountain and were waiting, but later this idea fell through.

There is nothing on the mountain.

The last footprints stopped at the entrance of the Piedmont Mine.

After my analysis, when those people entered the cave, some people stayed outside the mine. But I don’t know whether it was because the mine was too rich or because there was a conflict between them. In the end, everyone entered the mine.

Only traces of broken and fallen weeds were left.

I also observed that one person was the last to enter the cave and tried to leave a mark on the wooden stake at the door, but the stone was eventually abandoned on the ground, and the mark on the wooden stake was blurred and difficult to read.

Just like that, the mine completely swallowed up these intruders without leaving any traces.

We returned to the foot of the mountain and explained to the remaining miners that after collecting enough precious ore, they climbed over Madas Mountain and escaped by boat from the other side of the island.

The miners know that this is impossible. We control the regular flights to this island, and no one can bypass the Voyager Alliance's agreement and escape alone. These people must have died in our hands, as members of the riot

cost.

We also know that this is impossible. It must be the second strange thing that happened again when we were not paying attention. These people must have died in the mine that moved irregularly, and no traces can be found.

However, both parties were unwilling to disclose their speculations, so they continued their daily routine tacitly.

Except for Dolanco, who is still a carpenter, his long-term logging has made him one of the people who knows the mountain best.

After that, he went up the mountain many times, trying to find the missing people, but the biggest gains were only some suspicious and vague footprints, with no complete and identifiable form at all.

…………

The ship is about to sail, thanks to those damn profiteers of the Voyager Alliance, they are still the most reliable partners in the world, and they are also the most ruthless exploiters.

I can finally talk about the last strange thing with peace of mind. This may also be the most incredible thing in my life.

In our last days in town, the question we asked the most was one sentence.

"Did you hear those noises?"

If you say you heard it, then congratulations, you will get a lot of hugs, blessings, and looks at the poor guy.

If you say you didn't hear it, then unfortunately, you will still live in this unspeakable atmosphere of terror and be in constant fear all day long.

Children say to their parents, friends say to drinkers, family members say to themselves...

Countless people repeated this question because a faint singing began to spread in the town.

People who have heard it describe this sound as the roar of mountain wind blowing through the gaps in the canyon. Note that this is not a compliment.

The sound was sharp, long, strong and weak, as if someone stirred a certain nerve, tied it to a gallows and hung it high in the sky, waiting for the tragic moment when it breaks and releases its kinetic energy.

Over time, some people described it as a kind of song in their babble. But how could anyone scream like a neurotic cat after its tail is stepped on for a long time?

Rumors in the tavern spread again.

In the description, during the gathering in the tavern that day, when the atmosphere reached its climax, the people collectively fell silent. The noisy scene suddenly seemed empty and insignificant, and even the distance between people seemed to be blocked.

Stretched.

The leader stood on the stage with his mouth open, and his dry throat could not utter a complete sentence. He just tried his best to make a "ho-ho-ho" sound, like a goose that was grabbed by the neck.

Everyone heard a vague sound, and followed the sound outside, chasing the direction where the sound was clearest.

They lined up neatly, stepped on the footsteps of different shades, listened to the sounds from the sky, and thus set foot on the road of no return on Mount Madas.

But in fact, in this tavern, there was a poor man who had been drunk since last night, huddled among the barrels in the corner of the tavern. He recorded this moment in a daze, and with his superior caution and insignificant experience, he was frightened again.

Had to faint.

It might be the verbose talk of a drunkard trying to cheat the miners, but it became the last straw for the miners. After that, any casual humming or rhyming comparison would irritate their fragile nerves.

The desperate miners abandoned their jobs and boarded the route back to the mainland.

They only carry with them the fatigue and the fear that will accompany them for the rest of their lives.

There are only a few of us founders left on the island again, and time seems to have returned to the time when we just landed. We, a few paupers, wanted to conquer this land with our bare hands.

We have repeatedly confirmed with each other that we did not hear any suspicious singing.

But not long after, old Yorkson disappeared.

This poor old man has long been too old to leave his room. He sits in a rocking chair all day, flipping through the heavy tome on his lap, and leads an ascetic life.

The second one is Dolanco.

He insisted on patrolling the mountains day after day, walking alone in dark dense forests, beside deep pools, and beside steep cliffs, in a vain attempt to find the truth of all this.

Then came the third, fourth...

Forgive me, the cowardly police chief.

I booked the earliest ferry and decided to leave all my belongings behind and leave this place of right and wrong.

Before I heard that song.

I know this day is not far away.

The clouds in the sky flew up, and were slowly blown by the wind before sunset, spreading in all directions.

This kind of sunset also looks like the scene when we landed on the island.

At that time, we were still living together in a big row house by the sea. Later, only little Hooker was the stubborn one who refused to move...

Wait a moment?!

Little Hook!!

Damn, I forgot there was another person on the island!

That is also our last brother!

I looked desperately in the direction of the island, which was about to be submerged at the end of the sea level.

At this time, a kind of resentful song, riding the trade wind on the sea, chased up from the island!

I heard it!

I heard it!

It got me!

I furiously asked every sailor if they had heard the sound, until I was firmly tied to the mast, staring blankly at a corner of the sea.

I heard the singing from that island, which was deafening and reached into the sky.

I also heard a completely different tune mixed with that terrifying song.

The tune was thin, fragile, noisy and vulgar, but it stood firm in the corner and refused to give in...
To be continued...