And they saw crickets.
4
Saviours
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp…
It was the third cricket shop Sam Foy saw on the way. It’s quite strange, for so many cricket shops at the
Great wall, Sam Foy thought. Imere was now looking at the little creakers at a shop in front of him.
The shop actually was just a small cart, with a shop-keeper and many crickets locked in cages. The shop-
keeper would go around the fortification and then sell them.
Imere and Sam Foy walked near the end of the Shanhaiguan to the sea. Imere then looked around, despite
the huge amount of tourists, he saw a garden of flowers at the end of the beach. What pretty flowers, Imere
thought. It would be fantastic if I went there for a nap… Imere thought and thought again. Sam Foy is now
looking at the view and it seems he is enjoying his time. He will not notice me if I slip away quietly... Then
making up his mind, Imere quietly tiptoed away.
After a while, the sound of Imere’s high pitched singing rang faintly in the dark night.
“
Tralalalatralalalala…”
The roses swung their heads while Imere danced around the huge meadow of red, yellow, and orange
daisies. Imere lifted up his hand and ran wildly in the sea of flowers. He suddenly jumped high in the air and
landed with a soft thump! He rolled on the ground and then stopped, lying flat on the blossom flowers.
Then, after a while of lying on the flowers, soft footsteps of quite a lot of people came thumping in the
silent night with an extremely soft murmur of “Chirp…Chirp…Chirp…”
Imere felt a pang of curiosity as to what the noise was, so he poked his head out of the bunch of flowers.
Half a hundred of people who seemed to be tourists trudged along the beach sleepily, with unfocused eyes,
making a huge trail of footsteps behind them. Their mouths were opening slightly, with drools of saliva drooling
on their necks, making cricket sounds.
With them trailed a man in tattered jeans and an older looking man in a suit: Sam Foy and Mr. Catthew.
5
Truth
The small fat man stood just outside the cavern, with half a hundred men walking into it. Another wave of
new minions was delivered today.
With more minions, the faster we can dig…he thought.
“
Dig minions! Dig!”
After this, no one could stop me…after this…he thought, nonstop.
“
Dig! Dig!” He cried again.
A dozen more suited men came in while the little fat man thought. Who were they? Better asked them…
“
Who are you?” he asked, pointing his short finger at them.
Then, the men answered together, “Secret Agents working for the government…”
“
Why are you here?” The fat man cried again.
“
To try to solve a case…” They replied again, dreamily, and then they went in.
Oh, someone noticed me, the little fat man thought.
6
Help?
The same little fat man stood, not outside the cave, but in a wet sand tunnel with scrap stones. He crossed
his arms behind his back and stood tall looking straight forward. Dim red lights flooded the ten metre wide
tunnel from torches stuck on the wall. People of different ages kept on running through this tunnel, all just like
dream walking.
Then one man ran quickly to the little fat man, and said, “Mr. Maverick, a strange man has just come…”
Strangely, this man didn’t have the features of the mind controlled people. He was short, a bit stout, with his
short legs, he was quite fast. Mr. Maverick (if that was his name) seemed not to notice anything, but then he said
in a toneless voice, “Bring him to me.”
Then the stout man shuffled away.
After a while, the stout man came in with an old man around his sixties, drooling with a silly smile, Imere.
“
Who are you?” Mr. Maverick asked.
No reply.
“
Who are you?” In the same tone, he asked again.
No reply.