Chapter 419

"Find..."

"Find..."

"Find..."

Shen Cong uses cicada language to analyze the active wave of Longya locust. He understands the general meaning of the emotional fluctuation. It seems that he is trying to find something, but he can't understand the emotion expressed by the later active wave.

Naturally, I don't know what the locust is looking for.

As for the inquiry, it is impossible to do, the locust is like immersed in their own world, the cicada language does not show the slightest. Standing in the morning light, let the newborn sunlight sprinkle on the branches, reflecting the shining metallic luster, quietly emitting unknown active waves.

About half an hour has passed.

Finally, I have been "finding..." Another active wave was emitted from the black locust: "we found it."

Then pull up the branches that touch the ground and continue to move northwest.

"What did the locust find?"

However, Shen Cong was very interested in the purpose of the locust.

"The dragon claw locust is looking for something, and the snail traveler must be looking for something. There must be something in this area to attract them. I need to keep up with them and find that thing. Even the golden tree with super four talents and the unparalleled golden beast snail are attracted. There must be big secrets and great benefits. "

Knowing the direction of dragon claw locust's walking, Shen Cong has a bottom in his heart. He takes advantage of the rising sun to mount a four legged dragon and return to Dagang.

King Kong is still quiet in the valley, not far away, a huge snail, is leisurely eating the golden tree, the golden tree for it is a small vegetable seedlings. The tongue full of fine teeth, a little roll, a gold tree is cut, brought into the mouth to chew. Again, even the roots of the trees were pulled out.

Along with the soil, it was eaten up by snail travelers.

"Who are you?" Shen Cong said hello to the snail traveler in snail cicada language.

However, the expectant "go away" did not feel that the snail traveler simply sent out a "little bug" mood, so he stopped talking to Shen Cong and continued to eat the golden tree.

"It's a good thing. I've almost eliminated my negative image in the eyes of snail travelers. At least they won't give me any more negative emotions."

This is a good phenomenon. Shen Cong endured the sleepiness, and was beside the snail traveler for a long time.

Although there was no successful communication, at least there was not much malice.

It's a pity that the four legged dragon can't use cicada's language. Otherwise, if we let the image of the Dragon communicate with the snail, we may get unexpected goodwill. The big snail's temper is really good.

Try to create an image of half an hour.

Yawning, Shen Cong returns to the King Kong car, ready to rest for a few hours. The state of mental fatigue is not suitable for running in the wild. In order to deal with the crisis that may appear at any time, we must cultivate our spirit.

……

This sleep is very sweet, not even dream, deep sleep.

When I got up, it was exactly 12 o'clock, and the UAV took off to observe. I found that the snail traveler had already eaten and drunk for some time. He was nearly six or seven kilometers away from the great King Kong, and was on his way to the northwest.

"Snail travelers should be looking for something, too." Shen Cong looks at the picture and speculates.

Then he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth. After breakfast, he drove the King Kong to catch up with the snail traveler. On his way across mountains and mountains, Shen Cong suddenly finds that he has become more and more busy since he left the eastern theater. There's a bunch of experiments waiting to be studied, two colossus to be observed.

Also be prepared to organize deals with survivors.

Almost all day long, there are too many things to finish, so that he has no entertainment time, and even he feels that he has time to sleep.

Although he is too busy to breathe, Shen Cong likes the feeling of fullness in his heart. Only when he is busy can he be full of motivation all the time. Will not suddenly fall into boredom, feel lonely, irritable, lonely, impulsive, lone Knight's life, cold and warm.

"Bobo I Hate Pull Great King Kong... " The four legged dragon in front of him is not satisfied with his current positioning.

It is eager to go out and fight, kill its powerful opponents, and declare its own strength.

Instead of being a land Towner pulling a cart like an old ox.

Shen Cong sits in the driver's seat, shifting gears and steering leisurely, ignoring the four legged dragon's complaints. It's not as good as a nest of ants when I do some hard work.

The Gang Gang ant community is Shen Cong's right-hand assistant. Under the leadership of blackhead, he is willing to do all kinds of dirty and hard work, such as guarding home, exploring roads, digging pits and collecting food.

Soon, the reluctant four legged dragon pulled big King Kong and came to the side of the snail traveler and followed the snail traveler.

The two eyes of the big snail turned slowly, like two handles. They looked at Shen Cong from the left and right sides without stopping.

"Nice to meet you." Shen Cong said hello.

One eye of the big snail turns to look at the road, and the other eye keeps looking back. The active wave emits: "little bug."Shen Cong ignored the contemptuous address and went on with the old routine: "who are you?"

"Little bug."

"Who are you?"

"Little bug."

"Are you a bug?"

"I am..." Snail traveler's thinking seems to have some pause, unable to explain whether he is a bug or not, or who he is. "Who am I" is a philosophical problem.

Soon, however, the big snail gave up the problem and began to respond with no nutrition: "little bug."

It does not say that he is a bug, but that Shen Cong is a bug.

Shen Cong doesn't care. He has found that the snail traveler has a sign of communication just now. He keeps working hard and continues his routine: "I'm a bug. Who are you?"

As expected, the big snail was in the middle of the routine, and his thinking was disordered: "I am..."

A moment later, it turned back to no nutrition again: "little bug."

"I'm a bug." Shen Cong pointed to himself, then pointed to the four legged dragon, "it is also a bug, who are you?"

"I am..." This time the snail traveler simply stopped and thought quietly.

Its IQ has reached a certain level, but the logic of thinking is still a little poor, and it can not keep up with the routine of human beings. If it is a human being, it naturally knows who he is, what his name is and what he does. But in the concept of a snail traveler, it is likely that the question of who I am has never been considered.

It knows what kind of golden tree it likes to eat, that the smaller ones are bugs, and that it knows to look for that thing, but it doesn't know who it is, and it has not thought about it.

"I am..."

"I am..."

"I am..."

The snail traveler is entangled in a tangle and is silent. Only the active wave shows the violent fluctuation of its thinking.

Shen Cong also did not speak. His eyes were shining. He felt the active wave of the big snail. He put all his emotions into his perception. He felt that the giant snail at the moment seemed to be in a transformation of thinking.

Maybe the next moment, there will be a snail who can think about 100000 why.

For a moment.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.

Finally, on the big snail, the chaotic active wave receded, and the clear and firm active wave came: "get out of my way, little bug." Then, without looking back, we moved on.

Shen Cong, who was speechless, had four big words on his head: "made made the war!" (to be continued. )