I was a little discouraged and didn't think it was a big deal, but after a few days, I had to accept the fact that there were more red spots on my face. It's a bit like a birthmark, with a hint of purple in the red.

Fortunately, in the past few days of soaking in the seawater, the stiff muscles on his face have returned to their normal state, otherwise Shen Yao would always be like looking at the animals in the zoo, surprised and without smiling.

She has also adapted to my changes now, but sometimes the red spots on my face still affect her mood, and when I wake up, the red spots move their position, Shen Yao said that I have a face every day, because there is no mirror, and my beard on my face in the sea water is more piercing than the red spots, and I can't see it really. I can only imagine myself through Shen Yao's description, she described me as an Amazon primitive, with "red oil paint" painted on my face. I was quite satisfied to hear her say this, and then she added that it was the appearance of the red oil paint being washed by a heavy rainstorm, and I couldn't imagine it at once.

She would sometimes reach out and press my face, and she said that she wanted to push the red spots on my face to the point where she felt pleasing to the eye, because when pressed with her fingers, the red spots would swim on my face, and if I didn't allow it, she would get angry, and when I insisted on not allowing it, she might ignore me for a day, until the "oil paint" on my face changed its position, and she would say with a relieved expression, "It seems to be more pleasing to the eye." ”

Now that we have adapted to life on the island, Shen Yao has become obsessed with catching the sea, all brought by humans and monkeys, and Shen Yao once followed behind it, and was also fascinated by this feeling of "picking mushrooms". Food is no longer a concern for us, leisure has become more and more, and some of the fish they caught when they were in the sea were made into salted fish by me and kept in the tree house.

When we stopped running around for a living, passing the time became a big problem, Shen Yao has always been keen to collect all kinds of shells, she once tried to domesticate a coconut crab, but eventually the coconut crab ran away because there was nothing to trap it. The main direction of my recent time is to explore the wreck of the lagoon, but this is contrary to Shen Yao's intentions, and when I packed up and walked to the beach, she did not agree to me and acted very uneasy.

"That shipwreck gives me a terrible feeling, I don't think there's anything useful for us in that pile of scrap metal, don't go!"

"My stuff is still on it, I promise it's the last time. ”

It has been ten days since I last came over, I swam across the lagoon and climbed into the cabin, the black mud inside the hatch that was pried open overhead had been cleared, it must have been because of the high tide and low tide, the sea water poured into the wreck, and the black mud that flowed down from above was also carried away by the tide, leaving no trace.

I reached for the military attache knife inserted into the hatch, I wanted to pry open a little and then completely open the hatch, click, the knife broke in two, I began to marvel at the corrosiveness of these black mud, just ten days of rust, can make an alloy military attache knife brittle like a popsicle.

I raised my hand and pushed, and the hatch could be pushed, but because it was heavy, there was a lot of debris behind the door, and there were height restrictions, I couldn't open the hatch completely, so I had to find something to hold the door to climb up.

After all, I promised Shen Yao that this was the last time, and I couldn't wait to return to the coast to prepare things, and I really didn't want to give up, so I felt back to the cockpit, and felt the thigh bone of the late "captain" from the black water of the cockpit.

I tiptoed a few times through the sloping and slippery bulkhead and climbed up.

In the aisle I could see with the help of the sunlight from the cockpit, and in this semi-enclosed cabin I could only see with a torch, and the fire ran out of oxygen so quickly that my breathing became unconsciously short, and in the firelight I looked at it, except for the two scattered bones in the mud under my feet, four beds fixed to the walls, the moldy and rusty ceiling and wall panels, a lump of rotting debris protruding from the mud, there was nothing else in this cabin like a pickup truck container, and there was a group photo on the bulkhead next to a small iron cabinet。

I wiped the mold off the glass, the photograph had been soaked in blisters, but it was still recognizable, the seven smiling men in the photo, except for the one in the middle, the other six were all young men, and it was clear from the uniform clothing that they were all crew members of the ship, and the person in the middle was the captain in the previous photo.

Click, "poof", there was a sound of bones breaking, and the black mud in the crack of the hatch squeezed off the door became tight again. I fell under my feet, and fell on the bones of the two plays, and the torches in my hands were extinguished.

It is not difficult to light the torch again, there is a kind of wood on the island that is very flammable when it is dried, and after soaking it with diesel, I kneaded this wood with the flint unique to the island and rubbed it quickly on a hard object, like a match, but not now, I must find a way to open the hatch first, otherwise lighting the torch will be equivalent to suicide.

I removed the two skeletons and the black mud on the door panel, and after a long time, I finally found the doorknob, I carefully tried to pull the door open, but it didn't move, because the dizziness caused by the lack of oxygen made me impatient, and with a snap, the doorknob was broken by me.

I was blindfolded all at once, if this hatch was opened from below, it could be opened as long as the thrust was strong enough, but if it was opened from the inside, it could only be opened with a handle, and now that the handle was broken, there was no way to open the door from the inside, and when I thought of this, I was simply moved to cry by my own stupidity and carelessness, like a mouse that got into a cage by itself, and broke the key by itself. I want to turn back but the road has been sealed, in this almost airtight cabin, even if I ignore the little bit of methane emitted by the mud after I stir it, within an hour or two, I will suffocate due to the exhaustion of oxygen, and I will die of lack of oxygen before Shen Yao can save me.

I can't die here, this pitch-black "little box" is by no means a good place, this kind of death will definitely be ridiculed, because of the fear of being ridiculed, the fear inspired by the ridicule made me burst out with great strength, I pulled out the dog knife on my leg, poked the hatch under my feet, poof, the blade of the knife was embedded in it, a glimmer of hope ignited in my heart, when I used all my strength to pull the knife out again, the black mud immediately filled in the edge of the knife just now without leaving a trace.

This hatch, which must meet the requirements of fireproof and watertight, is 15-20 cm thick, and is composed of anti-rust iron and fireproof cotton in the middle and some composite materials.

And now I have no power to pull out the dog knife inserted into the door for the second time, I am deflated, I simply sit down to calm my breathing more and more rapid, thinking of Shen Yao's advice in the morning, I began to regret it, if I can't get out, can she survive until she is rescued, I really should listen to her advice.

I took out my pistol, and a thought flashed through my mind, Japanese officers generally do not use this kind of gun in battle, and most of them are used to kill themselves, because this gun can hardly hit people at a distance of 50 meters, but often misfires and injures themselves. But I found that I didn't have the courage, I slammed the hatch twice, my ears buzzed with a pain, and two holes appeared in the door panel under my feet, but they slowly disappeared, and if I had enough bullets, I could have smashed the door, and I jumped twice on the door panel with all my might, not moving.

I was about to fire the last two bullets, a drop of water fell on my face, it was cold, although it was pitch black overhead, but this drop of water gave me hope of life, since the rain had soaked the hull, indicating that the plank above my head had corroded, I didn't think much about it, I wanted to try the other direction than to hit the bullet on the heavy door panel, "bang", a beam of light shot from the top of my head into the dark cabin, I climbed and put my face close to the hole, breathing greedily, when I regained a little strength, I shouted hoarselyThe word "help".