Undercover Penguin Gang

After confirming that the fish he had caught were enough to eat, Shawart beckoned the three chinstrap penguins who were still in the sea to land, and signaled everyone to sit around the fish pile and choose their favorite fish to eat.

"Where's Grandpa Donald?" Schwart asked after looking around and finding that one penguin was missing.

"Hiding in the hole and refusing to come out." It was Edward who answered, his tone full of contempt, "I just went to ask him, the old man thought it was cold outside and refused to move, and asked me to send his share alone. ...Tch, I feel very refreshed when I bask in the sun in the afternoon."

"Then you sent it?"

"Yes, otherwise, what should we do?"

Edward rolled his eyes. The old man always torments people like this. He is the one who is the key to tossing again and again. He is disgusted by him who worked so hard to bring the food to him. This fish is not fresh enough, and that fish is only skinny. I can't say anything because I have bones left... It's just because he is easy to talk. If you change it to Shawart or Bruce's paralyzed faces, you can see that he will say more!

Schiavot nodded without saying anything, as if he was no stranger to this situation.He casually picked up the lionfish closest to him, and was about to open his mouth to bite on it, but found that Han Zhen sitting beside him didn't move.

"What's the matter?" Shawart put down his fish and asked Han Zhen, "So you still don't like fish?"

Han Zhen quickly waved his hand and said, "No, it's not."

His expression was a bit awkward, and after hesitating for a long time, he hesitated and asked: "Then what, Shawart." He pushed his glasses habitually, "Is there... eh, is there a fire here?"

"..."

Shavert said nothing, but his expression said it all.

Sure enough... no.

Han Zhen covered his eyes with an expression of "I knew it".

His heart is broken!God damn it, I finally thought that I could improve the food, but there was no fire!

No, yes, fire! !

Professor Han said that he has no love in his life.

He stared at the pile of live fish in front of him without blinking. After a long while, he suddenly wiped his face vigorously, half comforting Shawart and half comforting himself, saying: "It's okay, luckily I brought compressed biscuits , starve to death, starve to death..."

But even though he couldn't die from hunger, he was still sad, it was the fish he had been looking forward to for a long time!

This feeling intensified when he saw Bill's claws reaching for the third fish--

asshole!That fish was the one I saw first!You let go of my fish! ! !

Perhaps it was because the distressed expression on Han Zhen's face was too obvious, and Schwart, who had always been serious in speech, unexpectedly licked the corners of his mouth.But in order not to irritate Han Zhen, he quickly suppressed that smile, coughed, and asked, "Don't you have anything that can light a fire?"

He remembered that there seemed to be many utensils used by humans to make fire.

Sure enough, Han Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, I have brought a lighter."

What he brought is not the kind of lighter that ordinary people can buy anywhere, but a steel wheel lighter specially used by polar expeditions, because in the cold Antarctic and Arctic, normal gaseous and liquid fuels cannot be used at all. Handle high-pressure lighters to ignite.

"But what's the use, and there's no fuel, so I can't use a lighter to grill fish..."

If he really did this, it is estimated that his lighter will be reimbursed before the fish is cooked.

In the end he still couldn't eat the fish.

It hurts to think about Han Zhen, why is it so difficult to eat a fish!He took a deep breath, and gave himself psychological training over and over again: It doesn't matter, isn't it just a fish, if you don't eat it, don't eat it, how can he bend his waist for a fish!After he goes back, he will submit a resignation report to the principal, and then go to Shanghai University, heaven, heaven, eat, fish!

So, sometimes a man's resentment is terrifying...

Shawart looked at him alternately excited and dejected, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. When he was depressed enough, he smiled and said, "Actually, if you have kindling, you don't have no fuel."

Ok?

Han Zhen's ears moved, he seemed to have heard some terrible news!

"Have you ever heard of dark threadweed?"

Han Zhen shook his head.

Schwart didn't expect him to know, and continued: "There is a kind of algae growing in the sandy soil of most of the seabed in Antarctica, because its color is dark gray, and the surface is rough to the touch. You can see a circle in the sunlight. A circle of thin threads, so we used to call it dark thread algae."

There are far more types of real plants in Antarctica than humans have discovered. For example, the dark spiral algae mentioned by Schwart is a new plant that humans have never touched.

This kind of algae exists in most of the oceans in Antarctica. It grows very fast and does not have strict environmental requirements. Because the ignition point is very low, it usually grows in dark corners in the depths of the ocean and is difficult to find.Because of this, this "low-key" plant has never been found by human scientists.

But Schwart and the others knew the existence of dark spiral algae completely by accident, and it was said that it was because of a dead squid that Bruce accidentally caught while hunting.

Generally speaking, penguins have high requirements for the freshness of food. Unless they are extremely hungry, they will not touch this dead food.

The same goes for Shawart and the others. Although it is an extremely rare deep-sea striped squid, it is known for its deliciousness, but because it is dead, no penguins are willing to eat it, so it was randomly discarded on the coast. , No one even cared about the strange dark gray seaweed wrapped around his body.

Traditionally, the dead squid ended up either being thrown back into the sea or lying on the shore to dry.Surprisingly, after three consecutive days in the sun, the shriveled dead squid burned itself in the sun on the fourth morning!

This frightened the penguins, after all, fire is to the South Pole what snow is to the equator.

The penguins rushed to tell each other, but within a few minutes they gathered on the coast, standing in a safe zone five or six meters away from the dead squid, chirping and watching.

"Why does it catch fire at the slightest disagreement!"

"Could it be some kind of ghost?"

"Bah, what a wicked way!"

When everyone was arguing about the origin of the squid, a certain penguin with sharp eyes suddenly discovered that what seemed to be burning was not the dead squid, but the seaweed wrapped around it!

!!!

"My God, there are seaweeds that can burn themselves!"

"Ah, that squid looks ugly burnt!"

"Oh no, I hate fire!"

"..."

All kinds of yelling continued, and the penguins expressed their opinions one after another, causing chaos for a while.

Such a chaotic situation was resolved thanks to the well-informed Grandpa Donald. Fortunately, he later remembered with his not very bright head that he seemed to have seen this strange burning seaweed somewhere before.

But where did he see it, and Grandpa Donald couldn't tell why.

"Oh, I can't remember, I can't remember, you bastards have so many problems! Anyway, as long as you don't get exposed to the sun, this thing won't do any harm!"

Due to his limited memory, Grandpa Donald really couldn't remember the specific details at that time. He only remembered that the algae didn't seem to have much lethality. In the end, he waved his hand impatiently and directly concluded the matter.

But the penguins are still not at ease, after all, those pieces of seaweed burned immediately after a disagreement!So the next time they went fishing, Schwart and the others took the risk of going to the place where the spiral algae grew in the mouth of Donald's grandfather, and checked carefully, and indeed found this strange seaweed.

The fact is that as Grandpa Donald said, this algae will only ignite spontaneously after being exposed to the sun until the water evaporates. As long as you are careful, it is not dangerous.

So the crisis was resolved, and the penguins no longer had to worry about being accidentally burned to their fur by this ugly seaweed one day, and the name of the dark spiral algae was slowly being called.

But at the moment, Shawart suddenly thought that if there is a fire source to catalyze, the dark spiral algae should burn more easily.

Han Zhen's eyes were about to light up when he heard it.

It's no wonder that Professor Han is so rare. After all, looking at the entire terrestrial plant world, there are only a handful of plants that can be used as fuel. If this is the case on land, let alone the ocean.So Professor Han is very enthusiastic at the moment, and can't wait to see this new type of plant with his own eyes.

Cough, I'm sorry, his occupational disease has happened again...

However, Professor Han didn't seem to be going well today. He was destined to be unable to do everything he wanted. He couldn't eat delicious fish, and he couldn't see the dark spiral algae he was thinking about.

"I'm afraid that kind of seaweed is not available at the moment." Shawart spread his wings and said apologetically, "We are used to eating raw fish, so we usually don't have dark spiral algae around us."

After thinking for a while, he said, "It's a pity that I can't go into the sea tonight. I'm sorry, but if you need it, I can go into the sea tomorrow to help you catch some."

Unless there is strong strength, even with the help of the phenomenon of extreme daylight in the warm season, going to the sea at night is an extremely dangerous thing.Professor Han knew this better than anyone else, so even if Schwarte didn't tell him, he would never let him go into the sea at night.

"But you said that the dark spiral algae grows in the sandy soil on the seabed, so it should be... quite dangerous. Why don't you go, it's no big deal for me to eat compressed biscuits."

The average depth of Antarctic sea water is about 3800 meters, and the shallowest sea area is 620 meters. As the depth increases, the temperature of the sea water will continue to decrease, while the sea pressure will continue to increase. Even if penguins can rely on thick feathers and fat to resist the cold, but The oppression from sea pressure is real.

This kind of pressure is like burying you in a pile of quicksand, unable to move, but the quicksand on your body is still increasing, pressing you like a mountain, you can't breathe, your internal organs are squeezed into a ball, and you are about to suffocate at any time a feeling of.

For penguins who are smaller and less defensive, reaching the bottom of the sea is not easy. They need to cross shallow seas, deep seas, and all the way down to touch the sand and stones on the bottom of the sea.

Although Han Zhen didn't think that sea pressure could overwhelm Schwart with the ability of emperor penguins, the process of diving must be uncomfortable.It doesn't matter if he doesn't have fish to eat, but if Schwart is to suffer for him, even if Schwart proposes it first, then Han Zhen will be very uncomfortable.

He feels sorry for the little penguin.

Although his tone was somewhat uncertain, Han Zhen's expression was serious.Shawart was taken aback for a while, and stared at Han Zhen for a long time, making sure that he really thought so, and couldn't help showing a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Are you caring about me?" He rarely teased.

Han Zhen's eyes were a little dazed, and he nodded subconsciously and said, "Yeah, what's the matter?" Is there anything wrong with him caring about the little penguin?

of course not!

On the contrary, quite right.

The smile in Shawart's eyes deepened, he shook his head, his tone was rare and gentle: "No, it's nothing, I just have some, um..."

He paused, as if he couldn't find a suitable adjective, and finally he could only repeat helplessly: "Well, it's nothing."

What should he say, did he say that he was moved by Han Zhen's words?

Even he himself felt incredible.

It has been a long time since Shawart felt the throbbing brought by the warmth flowing through the bottom of his heart. He was so jerky that he didn't know how to express his feelings to Han Zhen.

But although it is indescribable, it is certain that the feeling is not bad.

Just thinking of the "beg" he was about to make, the warmth in Shawart's eyes suddenly faded a bit.

Suddenly... he didn't know how to speak.