One Piece: Caesar Curran's Fantastic Beasts Study

The illusory scene in front of him disappeared, but when it appeared, it did not illuminate the surroundings. This made Wu An understand that this scene was not the light reflected in the eyes, but more likely the "memory" of Caesar Courant.

Let’s just call it another golden finger for me as a time traveler.

Thinking of Goldfinger, Caesar couldn't help but think of the fork in his hand, which seemed to have turned into a scalpel before and gained some useless information by cutting the giant.

The previous changes were accidental. Caesar Kurang "actively" tried several times, that is, he tried to "scratch" himself with a fork, but the fork was still a fork, and the useless information panel that had appeared in front of him did not appear.

"Caesar?" Monet seemed to have woken up as well.

"I am here."

"Where?" Caesar Curran heard the staggering footsteps, held the fork in his mouth, and groped slowly towards the sound.

The two completely invisible children came closer little by little with the help of their voices, and in the end, their groping hands even coincidentally touched each other.

His hands were cold, but extremely soft and delicate. However, Caesar did not feel the charming atmosphere at all, but felt a little inexplicably relieved. At the same time, he kept silently reciting "Three years to start, the maximum penalty is death."

Monet has nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, just to confirm each other's position, he cannot let go of his hands.

"where is this place?"

"I'm not sure, but it seemed like a hole suddenly opened in the ground and we fell down."

"Really? Where's the hole?"

"It seems...it's closed. There may be some mechanism."

"organ?"

"Yes, although I didn't see it clearly, the only way to seal this place so that no light can come in is because there is some mechanism. And if I guessed correctly, the only thing that needs to be set up on this island is the location of the Devil Fruit. .”

Caesar only gave the best possibility, but this place may also be a trap, and there may be a mechanism that may cause death. Moreover, even if there is nothing, if they don't find a way out as soon as possible, sooner or later they will starve to death and die of thirst here. He may even die from suffocation due to lack of air.

"Does that mean you can get out once you find the devil fruit?"

"Well, it must be." Caesar replied insincerely.

Because even if it is really a Devil Fruit, it can be easily guessed that the Devil Fruit here is most likely the natural gas fruit owned by Caesar.

And the reason why Wu An has never heard of Monet may be because only those with natural abilities can escape from this dark room.

"Then let's hurry up...it's not easy to find if you can't see it."

"Listen to me, let's move forward first."

"Okay." After saying that, Monet stepped forward without any scruples.

"Slow down, slow down."

At this time, nothing can be seen around. Although it can be roughly judged from the voice of the voice that there will not be a deep hole on the ground, but if there are no traps, it is better to walk slowly.

Caesar stopped Monet, then centered on the back foot, and slowly moved the front foot forward little by little, carefully taking the first step.

Although Monet couldn't see it, she understood what Caesar meant. She also became careful and took a step forward without leaving her feet off the ground.

The two children held hands like this, while using the other hand to explore possible obstacles in the air, they moved forward slowly, and finally found a wall.

This wall is very strange. It is not an earth wall that feels like dirt, nor a stone wall with pits. Instead, it is smooth and flat, like processed marble tiles or metal.

And after groping for a long time, I couldn't find any texture. A large wall seemed to be a whole.

To further confirm, Caesar tapped the wall with his fork. It was not the crunchy sound of ceramic tiles, nor the "scratching" sound of heavy metal texture, but the sound of "Tata" like knocking on hard plastic. .

This should not be material in Caesar's cognition.

So Caesar put more force on his hands and stabbed him hard with his fork.

The fork did not slip away, nor did it create any sparks. Even when he retracted the fork, Caesar felt some resistance, which indicated that the fork had penetrated into the material.

But when I touched the place that had just been stabbed, it was still as smooth as new.

Caesar subconsciously wanted to try again, and used his other hand to hold the fork when he pulled it out. This alarmed Monet, who had been holding his hand. In fact, she had wanted to ask Caesar "Tata" for a long time. What are you doing.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's just that the wall is too smooth, and it looks like it's man-made."

"It's true what you said."

"I just tried to poke it with a fork. There is no hope of breaking through the wall. Let's slowly find the mechanism. You or I should choose a direction."

"Then it's your side."

"gone."

While holding Monet's hand close to the wall, Caesar once again took on the obscene pace just now and slowly advanced along the wall.

Just like that, I found another wall.

There is a regular right angle between the two walls.

"Monet, just stand here and don't move. I'll follow the wall to see if I can come back in a circle."

"Ok."

Caesar felt Monet's hand tighten suddenly, and finally slowly loosened it.

"One...two...three...four..." It feels really stupid to count one step at a time, especially counting out loud. , but Caesar still did it, because when he put his hand on the cold wall, he was also a little afraid that Monet would not be found after going around in a circle.

Soon, after taking a total of 63 steps, Caesar touched the third wall, another neat right angle.

"Monet, are you still there?"

"I am still here."

"Great, I touched the third wall and I kept walking."

"Ah."

"one two three four......"

......

79 steps, 60 steps, 83 steps.

Caesar returned to Monet and took her hand.

"It's a pretty neat room, about 15 meters wide and 20 meters long, and it's not dangerous."

"Is there no exit?"

"No, I roughly explored it, and there wasn't even a gap, so we'd better start exploring like a carpet now. Touch and press every place carefully to see if we can find any mechanism. You are responsible for this wall. How are you?" Caesar grabbed Monet's hand, mainly to help her identify which "this wall" was.

"I'll do my best!"

"Awesome."

......

Caesar Coulant could use both hands at this time, so he thrust the fork into the wall again, held the place where the fork was thrust with his other hand, and then slowly pulled the fork out.

This time, Caesar felt the depression, but it quickly grew out, and for a moment the growing part of the wall even stuck to his fingers.

......

At the same time, on a warship outside the island, a tall, thin and sinister old man in a white robe without the word "Justice" in big black letters behind him opened his eyes from the state where he was leaning on a chair with his eyes closed, and rarely revealed a little bit of his face. smile.

He got up from his chair, left the room, and came to the deck.

Spangdine, who was looking at the island with a telescope but saw nothing, reacted immediately as if he had seen something and came to the old man with a smile on his face.

"Dr. Pangabek, are you resting well?"

The old man nodded.

"How's the situation?"

"Everything is normal, nothing has changed yet."

Upon hearing this, Pangabek raised his eyebrows subtly, glanced at the telescope in Spangdyne's hand, and probably understood something.

Forget it, I don’t know what I was expecting, it was only the second day.

"Well done."

"Then you see what I discussed with you before about our CipherPol unit, right?"

"Then I agree to give you another chance, but I also hope that you can do your best and not make the new unit as well-known as the previous eight units and insult the name "CipherPol"."

"Yes, yes, with our previous experience, we will never make another mistake this time, and we now have clues. Olbia came from O'Hara..."

"You don't need to explain these specific things to me in detail. I really don't know how you became such a commander."

"Yes, yes, you are right. I am not saying this because you are... Hahaha, although you and I are not in the same branch, I always feel that I am your subordinate. In fact, you are The leader of this new unit is right. By the way, why don’t you give this new unit a name?”

"Don't mess with these useless things. Just...Oh, forget it, what's so good about this name? Just go in order, CipherPolNo. 9."

"What a great name!"

"I think the sword you have on your waist is better."

For the first time, Spangdyne's smiling face became stiff. This was his family's sword, Fankfried. Although it was neither the Supreme Sharp Sword with the Twelve Strikes nor the Great Sharp Sword, but the Twenty-One Strikes. Even a good sharp knife with fifty skills is just a little bit behind.

But Spangdain was not frustrated by this. Instead, he scorned the swords forged for fighting.

How vulgar! Naughty! Despicable!

Fankfried is not that kind of sword. It is a certificate that symbolizes his noble origin as Spangdyne, and it has always been regarded as a thorn in his side.

But.....

Spangdyne was able to reach this position because he was not a weakling. He just made a decision in a split second.

"This is a sword that has been passed down in my family for many years. It is the most precious treasure of my Panda family, but if you don't mind it, I am willing to give it to you."

"Oh? It's not necessary to give it to me."

"No, this is the loyalty of my Panda family, please don't refuse."

Pangabek was not good at dealing with such a guy and didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

"I'm just bored and have some ideas and want to do an experiment. I won't take the knife. I'll return it to you in five days."

After saying that, he went back to his room without giving Spangdine a chance, and locked Spangdine out.

Then he thought of something and opened the door again.

"Do you like elephants?"

Spangdine felt a chill in his back, but he was mentally prepared to sacrifice himself in an instant.

"I like it." He said and adjusted his hair.

"nice! You love it."

The door slammed shut, leaving Spangdyne frozen.