Yes, now that I think about it, the sound is very familiar, if I could reduce its volume several times.

I vaguely remember the wail of the "click" before the sinking of the "Zheng He" a few years ago, and that sound made me forget it for a long time.

Remember? When I landed on that desert island, there was a strange "click" on the desert island, and every time the loud sound seemed to explode in my head.

How can this island have the same sound today?

I couldn't let go of the long circle of question marks, and I began to wonder if there was something wrong with my head, or if the sound was an illusion? I even wanted to find a psychiatrist to help me see what kind of illness I was guilty of, and of course, I would be grateful if I could find such a man now.

The three of us stayed on this gentle slope like the Gobi for a while, and maybe there might be a better place not far away, but I didn't want to look for it anymore.

The rain rained for almost two days and one night, and we began to return to the dejected appearance of the day before yesterday, when the rain poured the eggs like water ghosts, and Huya and I each talked with a small bush to protect themselves from the rain, but what was the use? I have been hungry for two days, and my whole body is cold and unbearable, and it is very appropriate to describe the current situation of the three of us with "hunger and cold".

Fortunately, I know God's temper, have you found out, every time his old man tortures me, he will not kill me, he will always give me a breath, and then let me try to survive.

But this time, I only guessed the first half, because the old man did collect the rain the next evening, but the second half was not my effort, because I can't catch water birds, and the tiger ...... She had a fever.

Sitting beside Huya, Dan Dan looked at me with a pleading look, and from time to time knelt down and prayed to save Huya with gestures, drawings on the ground, and a few words of the native language that I could already understand, and I finally understood what he meant, and the "demon" he kept chanting in his mouth actually referred to the fever of Huya, and this disease was equal to an incurable disease in the eyes of the natives.

But why am I at a loss? I used to have a fever on a desert island, but I had a cave to live in, rabbit skins and several layers of clothing to cover my body, and even boiling water to help me take away the heat from my body, although I didn't have anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, but at least I survived and used the most primitive methods of ordinary people to help myself reduce my fever.

According to common sense, Huya has a fever caused by wind chill, and what she needs to do most now is to keep warm, but right now, what can she keep warm?

I walked around the bald slope a few times, and found not a single cave or hollow shelter, but I did find a few dead trees, but they were still too thick for me, and if they were any thinner, maybe I could break them and make an improvised hut for the tiger.

I took off all the clothes I could take off and put them on Huya's body, her shoulder overalls had been torn and shredded, and now I had a complete set of clothes to cover my body, and the key thing was that we needed a fire, but Dan Dan tried for two hours, and he couldn't get a little spark, I understood that the air that had just rained was too damp, and the wood and grass used for the fire were also wet, and I understood that this was embarrassing him.

I had no choice but to let Dan Dan find a puddle that had just accumulated clean rainwater to get some water and feed it to Huya, the more the merrier, until she took the initiative to urinate, I relaxed a little, thinking to myself, as long as I can survive this night, when the water of the fake lake recedes, the hot spring can save Huya's life, which is the only way I can think of it.

That night, it was a long and hurried night, and Dandan and I took turns taking care of the girl who had saved my life many times, and then using the plastic I used to hold gunpowder to find the next clean puddle, although this girl was much stronger than me, but now, she was a sick person.

The sky lived up to the painstaking people, and after this night, until dawn, her body temperature was within the range that I could accept, at least I measured her forehead with my lips, and it did not burn any more, and before the tide went down, we carried the person to the false lake, and watched the tide fall inch by inch, until I saw the first water bird fall in the spring with my own eyes.

Huya's face was burned red under the action of the hot spring, which made Dan Dan very nervous, he knelt down to worship the sun in the sky for a while, and gave me a big gift for a while, why shouldn't I be, but, who should I worship? Worship God? Oh, God? Or Mary or Shakyamuni?

I asked Dan Dan to keep feeding this hot spring water into the mouth of the already confused tiger girl, so that she could expel the heat from her body through natural perspiration, but there was another problem I still couldn't solve, "food".

I could only walk bare-bottomed towards the dense forest in the direction where the black dragon was hiding, and I swore to myself that no matter what I could find to eat, or nothing to find, I would never step into the forest for half a step, I just wanted to find some grass seeds and grass roots on the side.

But this is simply impossible, this cannibal swamp is soaked in brackish water every night, where can grass grow?

However, this walk always made me feel a little uncomfortable, I can't tell what it is, I always feel that there is a pair of eyes staring at me next to me, but a few times I turned around, but there was no half a figure at all.

I remembered the phrase I had said a few days ago: "People are scary, they are scared to death", but in fact, this is just a retreat from my inner fear, and I am just making an excuse for myself to give up looking.

But I still didn't dare to go too far, and when I found that there was no grass at the edge of the swamp and woodland, I retreated to the hill behind me, which was better, but it also allowed me to walk a short distance, the shrubs on both sides gradually became denser, but the trees were still sparse, and further on was the bald mountain, which always made people look at a sense of despair, but fortunately, there was some grass hidden under these bushes, and the grass seeds and grass roots were exactly what I needed.

You know, a handful of grass comes out of the ground under the bushes, and whether there are grass seeds or not depends entirely on the will of God, and the amount of grass roots is not enough for such a large living person, not to mention that this shrub is very dense, I can only dig in little by little with my bare butt and pick up the bush gardenia, and let those sharp branches scrape my skin.

It was so quiet that the birds in the wetlands didn't want to visit this bald mountain, but my sixth sense was still accompanied by goosebumps all over my body, telling me that there must be something staring at me, there must be a pair of eyes, right around me!

Just as I was about to put the last handful of tender grass roots on the plastic pellets that had been filled with gunpowder, the grass had just been dragged out of the ground by me, when suddenly, a small hand full of black hair grabbed my wrist and made me sit on the ground with a frightened sound.