"Can you tell me everything about this thing now?" the doctor said in a low voice.

Charles nodded and turned sideways to let him in. "Please come in."

Facing the doctor, Charles slowly began to say everything about his cell phone.

The doctor listened silently, and his hand was rubbing against the phone.

"This thing can communicate, entertain, and work. On the surface, I can't live a day without this thing..."

As he told, Charles seemed to have returned to the peaceful environment. He didn't think it was before, but when he came to this chaotic sea, he realized how wonderful his previous life was.

"That is, this thing is a tool for communication, right? It's like a telegram?"

"It can be understood so too."

The doctor paused for a while and said, "Actually, I have had something like this, too."

Charles, who was almost drinking water, choked after this unexpected news. He had guessed it right before. This guy actually had a mobile phone!?

The doctor lifted the white robe that was so dirty that it was almost impossible to see the color, and took out a square object wrapped in cloth from it.

When Charles saw what was inside, he stood up in shock. It was a black device with a look similar to a tablet.

The back cover of this thing has been opened, and the green circuit board is exposed so nakedly.

Looking at the product that was completely different from the sea of ​​earth, he asked quickly: "Is this your thing? You also came from the surface?! How many years did you come down?"

Charles' first reaction was that the guy in front of him fell down like him.

"This is not my thing, it is my great-grandfather's thing." The doctor looked at the tablet, and his ugly face showed a look of memories.

"I don't know everything about him. My great-grandfather died very early, and the only thing he left me was this."

"My father told me to keep it well. But he never told me what this thing was. This matter has always been a mystery in my mind. I have found many people, but no one knows it."

"Did his great-grandfather and I come here?" Charles immediately abandoned this idea. The doctor was so old, and his great-grandfather could only be older. The time when the tablet and mobile phone were invented was almost the same as him. He could not have come to the same time as him.

When Charles thought of this, he took the tablet and observed it carefully. Soon he discovered the difference. Compared with modern flat and lightweight, the tablet in his hand was obviously more silly, big and thicker.

Charles could judge just by weighing two pounds that this thing is definitely not a product of the surface. Any manufacturer really wants to make this tablet and lose death in minutes.

"Do you have a way to fix this? I guess I don't have the next generation anymore, and I don't want to pass on this thing. I want to know what my great-grandfather asked his descendants to keep." The doctor stared at the tablet with his eyes.

"Sorry, I can't help you with this." Charles really can't do much to repair electronic equipment.

"You said before that as long as there is electricity, the black mirror can light up again. Did you say that you can give it electricity and this thing can light up?"

"Although I don't know what the voltage is now used in Coral Island, it will definitely not match your tablet. It's easy to break it if you try it recklessly."

The doctor's face showed a hint of reluctance.

Charles was thinking more at this time. If this thing is not something on the surface, then this thing is obviously made by humans from the earth. Since their technology can make flat panels in the past, why are the current technology still at the level of the 18th to 19th centuries? This is completely illogical.

Thinking of this, Charles instinctively recalled the island with the third laboratory in his mind.

If humans in the entire Earthly Sea are most likely to create tablets, humans in the Third Laboratory are most likely, after all, they even use fingerprint recognition.

Could the doctor's great-grandfather be the original laboratory staff?

But then the same question was placed in front of Charles. Those humans had powerful technology and had so many powerful relics. So where are they going now? There were more mysteries in Charles' mind.

"No matter what, I still have to thank you. I finally know what my great-grandfather left behind. I will try to make it light up. Our agreement is still in effect." The doctor took the tablet and walked towards the door.

As soon as the doctor opened the door, he startled Margaret, who was lying on the door and eavesdropping on her face. She hurriedly ran behind Charles and looked out timidly.

The doctor turned to look at Charles, "I have a way to make her forget everything she had just heard."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Charles told everyone he had met about coming to the surface before, but everyone treated him as a lunatic, and no one believed him.

When he saw that the Sun God Cult actually imagined the sun as a triangle, he completely understood that they would not believe it without putting the facts in front of them. Sometimes human beings are really ignorant. They never believe in what they believe.

The doctor turned around and limped through the corridor toward the dim stairs.

Margaret said uneasyly: "I'm sorry, I didn't say that I was interested in eavesdropping. I thought my father came over."

"It's not that fast. Where can I ask someone to send your letter to you? They will arrive at half a month at the earliest."

After hesitating for a while, Margaret lowered her head and lit the floor with her toes. "Sir, can I stay in this room? That room is so dark, I'm a little scared..."

"Whatever, keep it quiet." Charles took out his diary and began to write his sailing diary.

Staring at the young man who lowered his head and wrote something, Margaret's face gradually turned red.

Compared to the days when he returned to the island, Charles prefers life at sea. Although the sea is dangerous and difficult, he always feels that he is moving towards his goal. When he stays on the island, he feels that he is wasting his time.

Charles now has charts and boats, but he can't leave now. First of all, his injuries have not yet been cured. Secondly, Songni's head and the 5 million have not been deposited.

But he didn't wait any longer. When he saw the Governor's cruise ship on Coral Island driving the fishing boats on the sea early in the morning, he knew something was going to happen today.

The gates between the port area and the inner city were rarely opened, and a gorgeous convoy drove out from it.
Chapter completed!