Sihwa did not watch Korean dramas for nothing. She more or less knew some Korean. Even if she did not recognize the word, she at least understood that it was Korean. After all, Korean was a very unique language. It was as easy to recognize as Chinese and Japanese.
In the past, Zhang Zian had told her that in Northeast Asia, it was mainly South Korea and Japan that were hunting whales. The only difference was that South Korea hunted whales secretly and claimed that it was an accidental catch, while Japan hunted whales openly and claimed that it was for scientific research. Both countries had a tradition of eating whale meat. Whale meat was more expensive in their domestic markets, and many people were willing to pay for it.
After hearing it, Sihwa refused to believe it. She had watched a lot of Korean dramas, but the actors in every Korean drama were handsome and elegant. The streets of Seoul were prosperous. It was completely different from the image of picking up a piece of whale meat and putting it into one's mouth to chew. She suspected that Zhang Zian was lying to her because she knew from Fina that Zhang Zian always liked to lie.
If it was eating fish, Sihwa would not feel anything, but whales meant something different to her. Perhaps it was because she was a half-fish, half-mammal existence. Compared to humans, she was actually closer to whales.
Whales and dolphins were the most intelligent mammals in the ocean. Compared to fish, whales and dolphins had intelligence, feelings, their own language, social cooperation, and were naturally friendly to humans. They were natural allies of humans in the ocean.
She could not understand it no matter what. Humans obviously had so many things to eat. Things that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and swam in the sea. Was it really that bad for that mouthful of whale meat?
The most important thing was that although humans could not hear it, her ears were surrounded by the songs and whispers of whales. These sounds were whales thousands of miles away communicating with each other through low-frequency sound waves. She could hear them expressing their love for each other, and she could hear them sending messages to other species to protect their families and groups of beasts and whaling ships in the sea. She could hear mothers calling for their children. She could hear husbands calling for their wives. She could hear the deep bass of males, and she could hear the gentle whispers of females … All of this made her feel as if she was in the midst of thousands of whales. Sometimes, she even dreamed that she was a whale, and she could swim thousands of miles in the sea without fatigue.
For her, the meaning of a whale was different.
Would the beluga whale, which had accompanied her for a long time in the cold Baltic Sea and used its body to warm her when she was most lonely and helpless after being born into this world, be put on the dining table and eaten one day?
Zhang Zian saw that her face was getting uglier and uglier. It seemed that she might vomit at any time, so he quickly brought her a basin.
"Hey, are you all right?" he asked.
She pursed her lips and shook her head. She didn't dare to speak because she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit.
Zhang Zian waited by the side. After waiting for more than ten minutes, her face slowly relaxed, but it still hadn't completely returned to its previous pale and rosy color.
"So, was it really a Korean fisherman who stabbed the minke whale?" She asked with her last glimmer of hope.
He didn't answer, which was a tacit agreement.
The evidence was right in front of them. It was impossible to falsify it. This harpoon was not newly made. The handle was smooth after being rubbed for a long time, and the barbs were rusty. It had been used for at least ten years. The unique smell of whale blood emanated from the wooden handle, lingering in the air.
What kind of man would carve his surname on a harpoon? Only a family of fishermen would do so with the intention of showing off.
Zhang Zian picked up the harpoon and wrapped it in a plastic sheet again. He felt that Sihwa would definitely feel uncomfortable if she kept staring at it.
Sihwa said with difficulty, "The giant whale that you filmed, was it also stabbed by a harpoon?"
"I don't know. I can't be sure. I have to see it up close to be sure — whether it's injured or sick. A harpoon of this size is not fatal to it, but if it's a bigger harpoon, one that's specially used to kill giant whales … I'm afraid it won't be able to survive. "Zhang Zian answered truthfully.
"Okay … I understand." Sihwa swallowed her saliva, as if she was trying to suppress the nausea that was welling up in her chest. "Then let's start recording."
"It's not that urgent. You can record after you rest for a while." Zhang Zian saw that her face was really ugly. Even her crisp and graceful voice was a little hoarse, so he tried to persuade her.
"I want to record."
She raised her eyes and stared at him. Her voice was not loud, but it was unusually determined.
Not only that, but her eyes were filled with a fortitude that was extremely rare for her, like two blue flames burning.
"This is the only thing I can do for it," she said again.
Zhang Zian seemed to be infected by her emotions, and an indescribable impulse welled up in his chest.
"Okay, then let's record."
He picked up his phone, but before starting the recording function, he first paid for the most expensive assault boat with an electric motor in the shopping cart. He also paid for the life jacket and the life buoy at the same time. Then, he felt a little pain in his heart.
However, he always felt that if he backed out now, he would be outdone by this mermaid who was always acting like an idiot. Even she could do this, so what was there for him to hesitate about?
"The content of the song is — Are you hurt? This person can be trusted and won't hurt you. That's all right, right? "she confirmed.
"Yes, that's all right." He nodded.
Zhang Zian was afraid that he would disturb her singing, so he was about to turn around and walk out of the bathroom when he suddenly thought of a problem. He stopped and asked, "Right, your singing, can all the whales understand it?"
"Why do you ask?" She froze for a moment and asked, puzzled.
"Because it was too far away, I couldn't see what kind of whale it was," Zhang Zian explained. Zhang Zian explained, "So, I want to confirm whether your singing is … universal or targeted?"
She thought for a while before answering, "This … I can't say for sure. When I appeared in this world, my ears were haunted by the singing of whales, so I naturally learned it … But, different kinds of whale songs should be different. Some voices are high, some are low, and some have accents, just like human dialects. But don't worry, I can sing basically all kinds of whale songs. At most, I can just repeat the same meaning a few times. "
She was full of confidence, and Zhang Zian could not find any reason to refute her. After thinking for a while, he thought that there were no other problems, so he left the bathroom and closed the door for her.
After a while, there was a faint singing sound coming from the bathroom. Sometimes it disappeared, and sometimes it appeared. The pitch hovered at the edge of the frequency that the human ear could hear. It was not until almost half an hour later that the singing completely disappeared.
Sihwa finished her recording.
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