Chapter 19 Chapter 18 Finding Moreau

After seeing Montgomery swallow his third brandy, I stepped forward to intervene.He was seventy percent drunk.I said to him that something serious must have happened to Moreau at this time, or he would have returned by now, and we should have found out the nature of this catastrophe.Montgomery offered some flimsy rebuttals, but finally agreed.We grabbed some food and off we went, the three of us. Or maybe it was because I was so nervous at the time, and even now, I can still vividly see us old people in the tropical searing silence that afternoon, with Mling walking in front, shoulders shrugged, looking around and looking around. With waves of panic, he turned his strange black head.He is unarmed. When he encountered the pigman, he lost the small axe. When he needed to fight, his teeth were his weapons.Montgomery, with his hands in his pockets and dejected, staggered after me because I had taken the brandy, and he was sullen at me till then, in a drunken stupor.I had my left arm in a sling -- luckily it was the left arm -- and the pistol in my right hand.

We chose a narrow path through the wild and dense forest of the island and headed northwest.For a moment, Mling stopped in his tracks, watching motionlessly and cautiously.Montgomery almost ran into him and stopped, and then we listened and heard voices and footsteps coming closer and closer through the trees. "He's dead," said a deep, trembling voice. "He's not dead, he's not dead," said another voice quickly. "We saw, we saw," several voices said. "Hi!" cried Montgomery suddenly, "Hi, who's there!" "Bastard!" I clenched my pistol and cursed.

There was silence for a moment, and then among the intertwined vegetation, first here, then there, there was the sound of brushing, and six faces flashed in a blink of an eye, all glowing with strange brilliance. Strange faces.A growl escaped Mling's throat.I recognized the ape-man in it—I could indeed make out his voice already—and the two white-clothed, tan-faced fellows I'd seen on the Montgomery's boat.With them were the two dappled orcs and the law-speaking, stooping, menacing gray monster.The gray monster's strands of gray hair hang down on his cheeks, heavy gray eyebrows, strands of gray hair are separated from the middle of the top of the head, and cover his slanted forehead thickly and densely, looking like a man without a face of giants.He looked at us curiously from the jungle with his strange red eyes.

For a while no one said a word.After a while, Montgomery hiccupped and said: "Who said he was dead?" The ape-man looked at the grey-haired weirdo as if he felt he had made a mistake. "He's dead," said the grey-haired grotesque. "They saw it." For this squad, there is no danger anyway.They looked terrified and bewildered. "Where is he?" said Montgomery. "Over there," the grey-haired weirdo pointed in the direction. "Is there still a law now?" asked the Ape-man. "Is this and that still necessary? Is he really dead?"

"Is there still law?" the orc wrapped in white cloth asked repeatedly. "Is there still law, your other one with the whip? He's dead," said the grey-haired grotesque. They all stood there staring at us. "Prandik," said Montgomery, turning to me with dull eyes, "he's dead—obviously." During the course of this conversation, I stood behind Montgomery.I'm beginning to understand what's up with them.Suddenly I took a step, stood in front of him, and said in a raised voice: "Subjects of the Law," I said, "he is not dead."

Mling turned his sharp eyes and stared at me. "He changed his shape—he changed his body," I continued. "You won't see him for a while. He's in the ?? there"—I point upwards—"he can still watch you there. You can't see him, but he can see you. Don't blaspheme the law .” I looked directly at them.They all flinched. "He is great, he is wise," said the ape-man, peering up fearfully in the dense forest. "Where's the other guy?" I asked. "The guy bleeding all over and running screaming and sobbing—he's dead too," said the grey-haired weirdo, still staring at me.

"That's good," Montgomery snorted. "The man with the whip," began the grey-haired eccentric. "What?" I said. "Say he's dead." But Montgomery was sober enough after all to understand my motives for denying Moreau's death. "He's not dead," he said slowly. "Not dead at all. Not dead like me." "Some people," I said, "broke the law. They're going to die. Several are already dead. Where is his body, show us now. He abandoned the body because he didn't need it any more. .” "Over here, the one who walked into the sea," said the grey-haired eccentric.

Guided by these six orcs, we headed northwest through a tangle of ferns, twigs, and stalks.After a while, there was a howl and clatter from among the dense foliage, and a little pink dwarf rushed past us screaming.There was a ferocious monster chasing after him, and the blood-stained guy almost rushed into our crowd before he could stop his fast steps. The grey-haired grotesque leaped aside; Mling snarled and sprang at him, but was knocked aside by a sudden blow; Montgomery, missing his shot, turned and fled, head down, hands up.I fired too, but the guy kept coming forward, and I shot him right in the face again.I see his eyes, nose, mouth? ?Gone in the blink of an eye.His face was still approaching step by step.But he rushed past me, grabbed Montgomery, hugged him, and fell headlong beside him.In the throes of death, the fellow held Montgomery tightly and firmly on top of himself.

I found only Mling, the dead animal, and Montgomery lying on the ground.Montgomery sat up slowly, staring drunkenly at the shattered orc beside him.This made him mostly sober, he got up, and after a while, I saw the grey-haired weirdo walking back cautiously through the woods. "See," I said, pointing to the animal's carcass, "doesn't the law still exist? This is what happens when you break the law." The monster stared at the corpse. "It was he who sent the skyfire to kill," he said in a deep voice, reciting part of the rite. Several other orcs gathered around and stared blankly from a distance.

We approached the western end of the island at last, and came upon the mangled and mutilated carcass of the mountain leopard, his shoulder blades shattered by bullets.After walking about twenty steps forward, we finally found the person we were looking for.He was lying face down in a clearing where vines had been trampled down from a bamboo grove. One of his hands was severed almost at the wrist, and his silver-gray hair was soaked in blood.His head was smashed to pieces by the mountain leopard's shackles, and the broken vines and bamboos under his body were stained with blood.We were unable to find his pistol.Montgomery turned him over.

With the help of seven orcs--he's quite a size--we carried him back to the paddock.The night was dim and dark, and twice we heard some invisible guy howling and screaming past our group, and once we saw that little pink sloth-like guy flashing Come out, belittle us, then disappear again.But we were not attacked again.At the gate of the paddock, our fellow orc, Mujin, left us, along with several other orcs.We locked ourselves in the paddock house, and then carried Moreau's mangled body out into the courtyard and set it on a pile of firewood. We then went into the laboratory and destroyed everything that was alive that we could find.