The man in front of him took out a wooden box. The wooden box was about the size of a small arm-box, palm-thick, painted with dark paint, so unreflective in the winter sun that it had silver bands around its edges that made the long eyes jump. This box is of high class. "What is this?" Carefully back a few steps, thumb will be the shell gun nose break, at the same time the footsteps slightly arched, the long pupils shrink, the tone of doubt and vigilance. The ocean? A box this big, if you&apo...
