Somewhere in the South Pacific, there is a mysterious sea.

The sea is shrouded in thick clouds all year round, and the climate is unpredictable. It does not intersect with any air or sea route in the world, and not even federal observation satellites can see it.

Of course, no one was interested in such a place where there was "nothing" in the first place, because for all the records known to man, it was just an empty sea.

But actually, yes, you should have guessed that there was something there.

After all, from a point of view, if there is nothing there, all of my above is useless nonsense.

2219, sometime, somewhere.

"Hey, wake up, you're still alive, aren't you?"

The not-so-polite call, and the pain caused by the gentle slap on his face, woke an uncle who looked to be nearly fifty years old from his slumber.

"Huh? Yes? When the uncle woke up, he was completely stunned, and he instinctively helped the black-rimmed glasses that had fallen to the lower part of the bridge of his nose, frowning and squinting.

Immediately after, a sturdy figure came into his sight.

"Are you hurt? Can you speak? When the strong man saw the uncle open his eyes, he asked two questions first.

"Well, I don't think I'm hurt." The uncle replied to the other party in a humble manner, and in the process, the uncle's eyes slowly moved behind the other party and saw the surrounding situation clearly.

He found himself in the middle of a jungle, with fairly solid dirt under his feet and a tall, dense canopy overhead. In the distance, you can only see a few meters away, because the distance is obscured by trees and vegetation. Looking closer, he could see that at this moment there were eight men gathered in this small clearing in the woods, including himself.

"Well, now everyone is awake." Before the uncle could fully recover from his senses, the strong man stood up, turned around, and spread his hands, "How about getting to know each other first?" ”

Obviously, before the uncle woke up, there had been some communication between the other seven people. Judging from the words of this strong man and the expressions of the people around him, these people should not know each other, and they all have just woken up.

"Then you come first." Before the strong man's words fell, a young man squatting on the right hand side of the uncle answered such a sentence.

At that moment, everyone looked at him, some turned their heads to stare at him, some glanced at him, and some simply turned to stare at him.

"Hmph, yes." The strong man was the kind who stared at him, "My name is Jamal Chavez, I'm thirty years old, and I'm a professional martial artist. With that, he said directly to the young man, "What about you? ”

The young man let out a long breath for some reason, put on a very tired look, and paused for a few seconds before answering unhurriedly: "Yan is not injured, a few years younger than you, mercenary." ”

After he finished speaking, the crowd fell into an awkward silence again.

"That" After a few seconds, it was the uncle who broke the awkward atmosphere, "My name is He Huai, forty-eight years old, and I am a civil servant. ”

When He Huai said this, he politely raised a hand like a student in a class, stretched his neck slightly forward as he spoke, and nodded his head lightly, which is a habitual action, indicating that he often nods and bows and echoes others on weekdays, while he himself has to reach out and ask for instructions before saying anything.

"Daniel West, thirty-six, stylist." Or maybe it was because Uncle He Huai made a connection, and after he finished speaking, Daniel on his left hand side went on to speak.

In this way, the eight introduced themselves one by one in this clockwise order.

Their situation is roughly as follows:

Jamal Chavez: Latino males, with inch hair, have a common "thug face" in movies, of course, it may also be because these martial arts practitioners often have to put on that kind of murderous expression to enhance their momentum, and over time it has become like this, his height is about 1.95 meters, his body is strong, and he only wears a white vest on his upper body, so the muscles on his body and the large tattoos on his arms are clear at a glance.

Yan Wuxian: Asian male, about 1.8 meters tall, although wearing a long-sleeved jacket and trousers, it can be seen from the face shape and body contour that his body shape is also muscular, but not as burly as Jamal.

Yan Wuxian's hairstyle is very interesting, it is considered short hair, but it is very, very messy, from the professional eyes of stylist Daniel, this guy's hair is definitely not trimmed in a barbershop, not even cut with scissors, combined with the jagged stubble on Yan Wushu's chin, it is basically certain that his hair and beard have been trimmed with something like a dagger or a machete for at least the past few months.

He Huai: Asian, generally speaking, is an ordinary uncle you see everywhere on the bus or subway, wearing a cheap suit and white shirt, black trousers and a belt that looks like a fake brand, his body is thin, he has no muscles, he looks weak, he can't help but feel angry, his eyes under black-framed glasses have obvious dark circles, and the expressions and eyes on his face are revealing the words "no opinion" and "forced composure".

Daniel West: White male, he said he was thirty-six, but everyone else in the room thought that he said he was at least five years younger, and I don't know if there was some unspoken rule in the fashion industry, and many male stylists or fashion designers, even straight men, like to make themselves angry, and Daniel gives people the same feeling.

Although Daniel did not specifically declare his sexual orientation when introducing himself, the pink tight long-sleeved shirt with a pair of straight, slender, well-cut trousers, and a bright belt that can add a lot of points to the pants has made him drift away from the dressing style of ordinary straight men.

In terms of body shape, he is also 1.85 meters tall, and the muscle contours under the tights show that he is exercising, but his abdomen is not flat, and his figure is a little delicate overall.

NN: The self-proclaimed Asian woman "NN", even though she doesn't have the word "NN" at all, insists that it is her name, and if someone asks her what the name of citizenship is, she will immediately turn her face.

nn said that she just turned 20 years old this year, and she has a variety of professions such as model, anchor, singer, Internet celebrity, SR, actor, etc., but unfortunately everyone has not heard of her image as a person, she is indeed white and beautiful, with big breasts and a thin waist, her short-sleeved shirt and hot pants with a low collar also show her illogical figure to the fullest, and she also has long light blonde hair with excellent texture, and every place from head to toe exudes a different high-end fragrance.

There is no doubt that this is a very "fake" woman, from her name to her age, from her heart to her body, she is full of falsehood and vanity, and her pompousness and self-objectification are undoubtedly inferior and distorted, but this does not prevent her from maintaining an arrogance and an ambiguity that can be used at any time in front of men attracted by the deep grooves on her chest and white thighs.

In the end, this kind of person who objectifies himself to the extreme, who looks extremely superficial on the outside, is actually self-aware, most of them are not stupid, they know very well what they are doing, what they need to give, and what they can get.

Quint Wemble: A white male, less than 1.8 meters tall, who claims to be a college student, he didn't specifically mention his age, but he does look like he is about 20 years old. It is of medium stature, fairly handsome, and looks very ordinary in a sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Quint spoke in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, and maintained a certain degree of wariness towards the people around him, and overall, his reaction was the most uncharacteristic and normal of the eight.

Mel Pinto: An Indian woman, one meter tall and in her early sixties, is actually quite beautiful, but it is not remarkable in the comparison of NN's more extreme face and body She said that she is twenty-five years old this year, a chef, no matter how she talks and behaves, she seems very low-key, even unconfident, and even speaks softly.

Ran Xiangtian: Black maleIn this era, it is normal for people of non-Asian ethnicity to have a name composed of three Chinese characters, "Ran Xiangtian", who is about the same height as Jamal, but his body is more athletic, and the muscles on his body are not the kind of form that focuses on explosiveness, but more on endurance.

Ran Xiangtian, a 41-year-old wilderness survival expert, was introduced to several people who remembered that they seemed to have seen him on some TV or online show, and it seemed that he was at least a little more famous than NN.

Among these eight people, only Ran Xiangtian's identity is recognized by everyone, and the others are more or less suspicious of the information revealed to each other.

"So," after everyone had introduced themselves, Jamal spoke again and began to dominate the conversation, "Does anyone know where this is?" Or do you remember how you got here? ”

"You speak first." Yan Wuxian said this in a timely manner after the other party raised a question.

Jamal was a little annoyed by him, but he still didn't have a seizure, and just replied: "The last thing I remember is that I went to a bar to drink after the game, I shouldn't have been drunk, but I don't know when it broke off."

Yan Wuxian didn't wait for the other party to ask again this time, and directly continued, "It's similar to me, I was fighting with someone in a bar, I was beaten unconscious, and I woke up and came here." ”

"What bar? Who was the person who hit you? Jamal immediately asked.

"It's a small bar in Detroit, it doesn't have a name, and I don't know the person who hit me." Yan Wuxian replied casually, "It shouldn't be the same place to drink fragments with you, right?" ”

"Cut" Jamal spouted, looking a little disappointed, because the information provided by Yan Wuxian was basically useless.

"What about the others?" After a few seconds, Jamal turned to scan the other six and asked, "Does anyone have any idea what is going on?" ”

Before a third person could say what he remembered lastly, Ran Xiangtian continued, "Before answering this question, I would like to ask first" He paused and looked at Jamal with a slightly hostile gaze, "Why do we keep answering your questions?" When did you become the boss here? ”

Before Jamal could finish listening to this sentence, he sneered: "Hmph, I just saw that no one was willing to stand up and preside over the situation just now, so I just stood up, if you want to take over, you can also come out and ask." ”

said this, as if Ran Xiangtian jumped out to "seize power", but in fact, no one gave him any power at all.

However, Ran Xiangtian was still brought into this logic, and smoothly continued: "Everyone is a civilized person, and whoever has the final say should be voted for by everyone, rather than seeing who stands up first, or simply decided by the two people with the largest block." ”

"Really?" Jamal still sneered, "Oh, okay" He still stood in the middle of the crowd and didn't move, opened his arms and said, "Then come and vote, I nominate myself, who else wants to vote?" ”

When he asked this question, he looked left and right, and finally stopped his gaze on Ran Xiangtian's face.

And everyone also looked at each other, some bowed their heads and were silent, some were wary, and some laughed for more than ten seconds, but only Ran Xiangtian got up and stood in front of Jamal.

"Okay, then if you want to choose this survival expert as the leader, please raise your hand." After the other party stood still, Jamal took two steps back, looked at the few people around him and said.

As a result, no one raised their hand.

This is also to be expected.

After all, now these eight people are just exchanging names and occupations, not to mention whether this information is true or false, even if it is true, in this strange environment, suddenly let them raise their hands to vote like this, everyone will hesitate because as long as you raise your hand, you will offend people, and you don't know much about the person you chose, so the best way is not to choose either side, and wait for them to tear it apart.

"Hmph" Seeing that no one raised his hand, Jamal continued, "Well, the survival expert has zero votes." He paused, and then said, "Raise your hand to choose me as the leader" Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he raised his hand himself.

"What do you mean by that?" Ran Xiangtian looked at him and frowned and asked.

"You said you should have voted for everyone, didn't you?" Jamal replied triumphantly, "You and I are naturally included in everyone, aren't you human?" Although it is a sophistry, he said it justifiably, and it does have a certain truth, "You didn't choose yourself just now, who is to blame?" ”

Ran Xiangtian was speechless by him, and looked around again, and found that none of the others wanted to get up and speak for him, and even a few people showed expressions of approval of Jamal's remarks.

So, Ran Xiangtian could only eat this dumb loss, only to see him glaring at Jamal with provocative eyes, and nodded his head a few times, and said in his mouth: "Okay, count you ruthless." Then he sat down again.

"Since everyone has tacitly agreed that I will preside over the situation for the time being, I hope you will cooperate well." Jamal didn't give the crowd much time to reflect and reflect on what was happening in front of him, and he immediately resumed the conversation.

In fact, he was quite grateful to Ran Xiangtian in his heart, and it was precisely because that guy came out like this that he consolidated the concept of "he is the leader in this group".

But in fact, except for him and Ran Xiangtian, no one has ever proposed that "there should be a leader".

In other words, these eight people were originally equal "anarchy", but after such a trouble, Jamal's "legitimate government"-like existence went online with self-talk.

"Let's go in the order we just had." Jamal immediately found the most cowardly Uncle He Huai, and said by the way, "Brother He, do you have any clue?" ”

After about ten minutes, the group exchanged the last thing they remembered.

No one knows what this place is and how they came here, and the last thing they remember is not a clue: He Huai's last memory is dozing off in the office, Daniel is doing it, NN and Mel both said that they are sleeping at home, and Quint is sleeping in the dormitory Only Ran Xiangtian is a little special, he told Jamal in a not very polite tone that the last thing he remembered was to warm up in the gym, and then suddenly someone pierced his neck from behind with a needle Unfortunately, Although he knew that he had been caught unconscious, he still had no idea what the perpetrator looked like, let alone the number and motives of the other party.

Jamal thought about it, and felt that continuing to ask these people's ** may not help to figure out the current situation, and it is not appropriate to ask immediately now, and it is possible to further investigate until they are more familiar with each other, otherwise even if they ask, they will get false information. As a result, he paused the collection of information for the time being and proposed that everyone explore it together.

At this time, he and Ran Xiangtian once again had a disagreement: Jamal believed that everyone should act together, while Ran Xiangtian said that they should act in groups to expand the scope of the investigation.

In this matter, Ran Xiangtian is undoubtedly more authoritative, and if you think about it a little, you can understand that his method is better, so most people support Ran Xiangtian's plan.

So, Jamal also made concessions, but he immediately forcibly arranged the grouping as the leader: the eight people were divided into three groups, the first group was Jamal and NN, the second group was Ran Xiangtian, Yan Wuxian and He Huai, and the third group was Daniel, Quint and Mel.

Jamal claims that his grouping is evenly distributed taking into account the physical fitness of the members, which seems to be correct at first glance, but in fact, anyone can see that he just wants to be alone with the beauty and "have a good relationship", and then threw the "thorny head" Yan Wushu and waste He Huai to Ran Xiangtian, who threatens his leadership position, and the remaining three are casual.

Although Ran Xiangtian had a lot of complaints about this grouping, because NN said that it didn't matter if it was divided, and the others had no opinion, he could only give up.

It's clear that NN also wants to get on good terms with Jamal.

Naturally, she didn't like this man, she just understood that pleasing and using Jamal could get a lot of benefits for her.

Under the law of the jungle, everyone has their own unique advantageous resources, and how to make good use of these resources to strive for the greatest interests can reflect whether the person's survival strategy is clever.

At least for now, it seems that the voice and dominance of this group of people are basically on Jamal's side, so it is not wrong to have a good relationship with him.

In this way, the three groups of people, after agreeing on the marks made along the way and the meeting place, went in three directions to explore the unknown dense forest

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