We walked around the village, and we didn't think it was interesting, but it was noon, and it was time for lunch.

It's still the mermaid cooking with the big bear, the seafood given by the boatman has been eaten last night, and today's lunch is very simple, only instant noodles with ham sausages, and a bag of mustard for each person.

The meal was quickly ready, and the five Yanbian people also returned to the camp under the leadership of the old man. Sure enough, the old man said that they had gone to the island to look for turtles, but unfortunately found nothing.

Yesterday they set up a tent for us, and everyone invited them to dine with us. The four young men did not speak, but looked at the old man. The old man said that it was good to eat with more people, so everyone sat down to eat together.

The enthusiastic eldest sister was very concerned about the suicidal man, and when she saw that he was not moving on the beach, she brought a bowl of noodles and sent it over, and chatted with him for a while, presumably some explanatory words back and forth.

Everyone started eating, but the photo maniac never came back. Until everyone finished eating and washing the dishes and chopsticks, the noodles left for her were cold, and they were still nowhere to be seen.

The girls began to get anxious, and Maruko said, "Exploring whether my sister is getting lost in the mountains, it's really worrying, we should go and find her......"

Everyone thinks that it should be, after all, it is a member of an expedition group, and we don't want to see anyone have an accident. When the people of Yanbian heard that someone was lost, they were willing to help find it.

Since the beach where our camp was located was surrounded by ridges, the group discussed and decided to divide the troops into two routes, starting from both ends of the mountain.

The abandoned village was not to be found, we had just come out of it in the morning, and it was impossible for a photo freak to be in the village.

We left the enthusiastic eldest sister, Hua Wuji, the goddess and the flower messenger in the camp to watch the house, and the rest of the people were searched from the front mountain by me and the fat man, the orange cat, the mermaid, the big bear and the little Maruko as a team.

Zhou Tianming teamed up with five Koreans and set off towards the back mountain.

The suicidal man turned a deaf ear to the fact that someone was missing, and kept deep in his own contemplation, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The six of us walked along the beach to the front hill at the mouth of the fish, shouting the name of the photo maniac while looking for a flat place to climb the mountain.

No one responded, the ebb and flow of the tide seemed to absorb all our shouts, and the sea breeze blew even more indistinctly, like a puff of smoke.

The mountains on the desert island are not high, but the strange rocks are craggy, the trees grow densely and impermeable, and the species are also varied. I don't know exactly what kind of trees they are, but I can only recognize camphor trees, nanmu and pine.

Crucially, the mountains here have not been artificially developed, and there are no roads to climb up at all. The foot is rugged and abnormal, and there are constantly gravel sliding from the mountain inexplicably, which makes it difficult to walk.

It took us a long time to find a relatively flat gentle slope and go up cautiously.

The mermaid was thin and weak, and she was tired and sweaty and out of breath before she climbed a few steps, and she slipped under her feet several times, and the whole person almost fell.

Squirrels and wild monkeys about the size of a fist were shuttling through the woods, and these wild animals were not afraid of people, but looked at us curiously, and squeaked out of their mouths.

From time to time, you can see the droppings of unknown seabirds or animals on the mountain, and there is a somewhat pungent sour smell. A few large, green-headed flies fluttered around the droppings, their wings buzzing.

It took us more than two hours to finally climb the ridge.

The road at the top of the hill was relatively flat, but there were more trees, and we were all caught in the view of the towering forest.

Looking into the distance, the field of vision has indeed become a lot wider, but in the near distance, because the woods are too dense, you can only see the undulating branches and leaves and trunks, quite a kind of "can be seen from a distance but not blasphemous" feeling.

Sunlight shines down from the trees, casting a dappled halo and the temperature begins to rise, quickly evaporating the water from our bodies.

We took the kettle with us, and after taking turns drinking water, we repaired it for a while, and began to walk along the ridge according to the agreed route, shouting the name of the photo maniac as we went.

Our cries echoed through the dense forest, and no one answered, but they alarmed a flock of seabirds in the forest, which quacked and spread their wings, and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

After walking a little further, we found that on the other side of the ridge, that is, on the other side of the desert island, there was also a beach faintly, which seemed to be not small, but it was blocked by the dense woods, and it was not clear to see.

This situation was not expected before. The beach on the other side is blocked by mountains and dense forests, and we all ignored it when we landed on the island last night, thinking that the other side of the mountain is the sea.

It seems that the land area of this desert island is much larger than we imagined.

After more than two hours of rugged mountain road, the mermaid who had gone out for the first time was so tired that her face turned pale, she gritted her teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to emerge from her forehead.

Considering that visibility is not high on the ridge, and it is also possible that the photo maniac is on the other side of the beach. In addition, the mermaid's physical condition is worrying, and the physical fitness is estimated to have reached the limit.

I looked at the time, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. After discussion, it was decided to divide into two groups again.

One group consists of two girls, a mermaid and Maruko, plus a large bear who can protect them, and the group descends from the other side to search for a relatively easy beach. The fat man and the orange cat and I continued to walk forward according to the agreed route.

Everyone agreed that no matter whether they found anyone or not, they would gather at the camp on time at six o'clock in the evening.

Letting go of the other group of people, the three of us moved on. After walking a little further, there were more and more small animals in the forest, and hares and mountain mice came out of the weeds in the forest and galloped in front of us.

I even saw a few grey goats, led by a ram with crooked horns on its head, and the rough mountain road was like walking on the ground for them, and they ran away as they saw us coming.

"Look! There's something there! ”

The sharp-eyed orange cat barked and pointed to the weeds not far away.

We looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, we didn't know what was in the grass, reflecting the light under the mottled halo of the forest, like a puddle of water.

We walked over and found that what was in the grass turned out to be a DSLR camera!

This SLR camera looks like a photo maniac, and she is the only one in this expedition with a camera.

At this moment, the originally good camera was smashed into a pile of parts, the telephoto lens was smashed, and the sturdy body was cracked, turning into a pile of black plastic and scrap metal......