Pirate Journalist

Chapter 118
Standing on the pier of Gaya Island again, looking at the chaos in Magic Valley Town, Murphy was filled with emotion.

It has been about two years since I started from Gaya Island.

Although there is not much experience, it can be regarded as traveling all over the world. The young man who was weak at the beginning has grown up amidst the bumps.

His reputation is not well-known, but once his deeds are made public, there will inevitably be a storm.

Murphy tightened his hood, walked through the dilapidated street, and stood at the door of a bar.

He was very familiar with this bar. After working here for a short time, he even remembered the boss's appearance and his hideous appearance before he died.

Open the door, the noise is still there.

He came to the bar, ordered a bottle of rum, and casually chatted with the bartender to learn about the current situation of Gaya Island.

On a disorderly island, new people arrive every day, and old people die every day.

The bar is the same, coming and going in the blood and knife marks, changing owners several times in two years, it has nothing to do with the pirate group that can't remember the name.

"Are there any old residents who have lived on Gaya Island for decades?"

After chatting for a few words, Murphy changed the subject casually and began to ask about matters of concern.

Although his points are increasing at a steady rate every day, compared with the demand, it is still far behind.

It will take a long time to wait for the big event he knows to happen.

When you usually travel, you may not come across something worth reporting, and even if you do, it may not make the headlines.

That being the case, Murphy is going to take the initiative to do something.

The live broadcast of this empty island trip was originally just a temporary idea, but on the way to Gaya Island, some ideas kept popping up and circling in his mind.

As he thought more, the ideas in his mind became more and more perfect.

This empty island above the head has all the factors that make the world crazy.

A small thread slowly weaved into a big net in his mind, and Murphy finally made up his mind.

"What do you want to inquire about, right? Look for old Chuck!" the bartender said while busy with his work, not noticing the madness brewing in Murphy's eyes: "There is an alley next to the Tropical Hotel, where old Chuck lives." There, he is very familiar with all the conditions of Gaya Island, and it is safest to find him, as long as you bring good shredded tobacco, he will know everything."

Murphy nodded silently, left a few Baileys behind, and turned to leave.

He really wanted to inquire about things, but he was not inquiring about general knowledge.

Murphy wanted to know when and where the turbulence was.

In the original book, the group of people who have done the most research on the sky current is the group of Rolando's descendants.

It's just that at this point in time, there are only half of the houses left on the other side of Gaya Island hundreds of years ago, and everything else is empty.

Obviously, Rolando's descendants have not arrived on this island yet.

Then we have to see if there is anyone among the permanent residents of Gaya who can do this kind of thing.

It doesn't need to be too accurate, but at least it would be better for him to be nearby when the soaring ocean current erupts.

In this way, during the live broadcast, you don't have to travel a lot, and you won't expose too much strength.

After Murphy left the bar, he came near the Tropical Hotel, inquired a little more, and soon came to a hut.

The house is a little dilapidated, and the front door is a little messy.

Murphy thought for a while, spent a few hundred points to exchange for a voice changer in the system, and then knocked on the door.

From this inquiry, it will be related to Sky Island.

Since he is going to make a big event, he naturally needs to take precautions from now on.

squeak...

The characteristic opening sound of the old wooden door sounded.

A short and thin old man appeared in front of his eyes, and besides that, there was a strong smell of smoke coming towards him.

The old man looked Murphy up and down, and found that he had a hidden face.

He waved the pipe in his hand, did not dwell on this point, but asked directly: "Inquire about something?"

Obviously, this person has been doing business in this area all year round, so he knows the general purpose of Murphy's visit.

Before Murphy could speak, the old man tapped the pipe again and said slowly, "Know the rules?"

Murphy understood in a blink of an eye that the old man was referring to the shredded tobacco.

Items for information, equivalent exchange, reasonable.

Murphy didn't have the idea of ​​bullying the weak, but he also didn't plan to exchange good shredded tobacco from the system.

Instead, he took out a bag of Baileys and threw it away.

"What kind of shredded tobacco do you need, and how much shredded tobacco do you need? You can buy it yourself. This amount is more than enough," Murphy said.

Different from Murphy's original crisp voice, the changed voice is more mature, with a hint of hoarseness, like someone in his thirties.

The old man hurriedly caught the purse, put a pad in his hand to feel the weight, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Then he opened it and looked extremely satisfied.

This amount is enough for him to buy a lot of shredded tobacco he likes, but he didn't expect to meet a fat sheep!
He smiled, rolled his eyes, and said, "What do you want to know?"

This look was open, as if he was waiting for Murphy to speak, but no matter what he asked, he would immediately increase the price.

Murphy shook his head helplessly. He didn't take this bag of Baileys seriously, but it didn't mean that other people didn't take it seriously.

It had been a long time since he had encountered such a thing, so that he threw too many Baileys casually, causing others to have evil thoughts.

Under Old Chuck's inexplicable gaze, he took out a coin from his pocket and tossed it aside.

For Murphy, it was indeed a light throw, and the force was deliberately controlled very lightly.

But the old man's body trembled for a moment, and his face immediately changed.

On the side wall, there was a hole the size of a coin.

The sunlight came through from behind, leaving a circular spot on the ground, which was very conspicuous.

"Ask whatever you want, old Chuck, I know everything, and I can talk endlessly, haha..." Old Chuck swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and immediately put on a smile, which was completely different from the previous expression.

"Near Gaya Island, there will be soaring ocean currents from time to time. I am very interested in this. I heard that you are very familiar with Gaya, so I came here to inquire about it."

"Then you're asking the right person! I've lived in Gaya all my life, and there's nothing I don't know about here!" Old Chuck rubbed his hands unconsciously, speaking with confidence: "You must think that the sky current is very Magnificent, you are very interested in the reason for its formation, right! There are quite a few people who have come to me to ask about this matter, and I will tell you that there are three possibilities for the rumor..."

He was in the middle of speaking, when he was suddenly interrupted, and Murphy said lightly: "No, you just need to tell me the time and place of the next eruption of the soaring ocean current."

Old Chuck was stunned for a moment, and dissuaded him: "Do you want to watch it? But it's a very dangerous thing! Some people went to watch it before, but accidents are easy to happen. Let me tell you something else!"

It's just that Murphy didn't answer, but looked at him silently.

Old Chuck was embarrassed by Murphy's look. He tightened the purse that Murphy gave him, and showed an embarrassed smile: "Well... I can only calculate the time and direction. The location is not very accurate, and accidents are prone to happen."

Seemingly worried that Murphy would be dissatisfied and take back the money bag, he quickly added: "But this is because there is a pattern in the time, but there is no pattern in the position! I can deduce that the direction is already very good. You are in Gaya There is absolutely no one who can be more accurate than me."

"Enough is enough, tell me."

"About ten o'clock three days later, in the southeast direction."

(End of this chapter)