I didn't just fall asleep in a trance, and although I was exhausted, the inner torment was far worse than the physical torment I had suffered.

Looking at the small boxes under the tree through the faint moonlight, I seemed to realize that this tree should not seem to be my shelter, even if it is for a few days, but whether it is life needs or safety, it is not the best choice, the most important thing, this tree is too leafy, which makes it easy for me to miss the possibility of observing the rescue ships on the sea, and more troublesomely, it will also make the search and rescue aircraft in the sky unable to observe me, After all, I don't have the energy and time to write a rescue word like HELP or SOS on the beach.

Actually, I wouldn't do that, because drawing these words with my hand in the sand might cost me a day's time and energy, but a high tide or a sudden sea breeze might wipe out the fruits of my labor in just a few minutes.

I still don't know where I am, but there's a lot of fear in my heart, am I on the mainland, or is it really just a small island, as I expected, and if there are people living here? is still uninhabited; Of course, I don't want a beast here, but if there is, with these two earthen guns that "birds may not be able to kill", will I aim at the beast or just shoot myself?

During the day, I saw that less than a kilometer away from me, there was a small mountain, standing straight on the top of the hill in the north, it looked like a mountain range, tomorrow, as soon as the day dawned, I would go up to see, there, I believe that many questions will be answered.

I fell asleep with a plastic sheet, so I don't have to worry about falling from a tree when I fall asleep, think about last night's sleeping position, it was really sleepy, otherwise, I would never have slept like that all night at the risk of falling headfirst down.

I seemed to realize that I was about to fall asleep when suddenly there was another "click", and this time it seemed louder and closer to my position.

Shocked by my voice, he sat up on the tree, and immediately lay down on the trunk, his hands tightly clasped around the thick branch under him, and his eyes were tightly closed, lest he would see some monster staring straight at my feet as soon as he opened his eyes, and on several occasions I even seemed to hear the sound of its breathing in my ears.

But it was all like a hallucination, because nothing happened again, and I still hung on it with my arms around the tree, and fell asleep in chaos.

The next day, as soon as the morning dawned, I felt that my joints and muscles were a little more comfortable, but it was still tense, as if I had never slept before.

He looked around, looked at the box under the tree, but it didn't seem like any man or beast had ever come, so he slowly moved from the branch to the ground like a koala.

I covered the boxes with plastic sheets, and with trepidation I went to the periphery of the forest and found a number of large stones to hold down the plastic sheets, so as not to be blown away by the sudden blowing of the sea breeze, and then, taking a bird gun and a craft pistol, oh yes, walked towards the hill where there were not many trees on the surface.

Yesterday, I looked at the mountain from a distance and it was very high, but in fact it was far from being as straight into the cloud peak as I imagined, but it also made me waste a lot of twists and turns to climb to the top of the mountain, it was really climbing, this is no exaggeration, I felt the feeling of detachment that my wrist was about to be dislocated, and the fear in my heart did not come from this mountain and the hills, because there was no vegetation on their surface, it was the kind of appearance that could see the whole picture at a glance, and my vigilance against them was much less, not to mention, I still had a gun in my hand, although this gun may not even kill a bird.

Standing on the top of the mountain, holding my hands on my eyebrows to block out the sun, and looking around, I couldn't help but be extremely disappointed.

It is indeed an island, and this mountain is not a mountain, but a lonely mountain, which has a slight mountain feel because of the gray vegetation. And this island, surrounded by the sea, can not see a single adjacent land as far as the eye can see. I could only see a few brown reefs far away, and there seemed to be two islands on the west side of the island that were much smaller than the one at my feet, and the distance was at least thirty nautical miles away.

The most sad thing for me is that the island under my feet is very desolate, and as far as the eye can see, I don't see any signs of human habitation, nor does it look like there has been a sign of a tour group, the jungle is crowded, and it is clear that there are wild beasts there, but I have not encountered them so far.

There are many, many seabirds hovering halfway up this mountain, although I served in the navy, but my half-baked knowledge of the sea, plus I have never had any voyage experience, I can't call what these birds are, let alone whether these birds are delicious after being killed, I guess the taste may not be as good as beef jerky.

On the way back to camp (let's call the tree a camp for now, after all, it has my supplies and storage there, and it has the appearance of a camp), a large bird stood dumbfounded next to a tree, and I unceremoniously shot it.

I believe that I am definitely the first person to shoot on this island since Pangu opened the world. The shotgun roared loudly, accompanied by a cloud of white smoke, which choked myself, and at the same time, countless birds suddenly flew out of the whole forest, obscuring the sky and the sun, and then falling back shortly thereafter, and the noise was a mess.

And the unfortunate bird I killed, with a hook-like beak and black-brown feathers, very much like the kind of eagle in our Inner Mongolia, but it has no claws, and I have caught this bird again in my later life, and roasted it to eat, but its meat tastes very sour, and it is very fishy, disgusting, so I have never touched this bird again, of course, these are the words of later.

I quickly ran back to the camp with the dead bird, and then I turned back to the place where the bird had been killed, and dug a hole for the dead bird, because the moment I returned to the camp, I suddenly remembered that I had no fire, no salt, no pepper, and no cumin, so what do I want this bird for? Its smell of blood is easy to attract the attention of wild beasts, so what do I want?

Along the way, he scolded himself for being brainless and returned to the camp again, looking up at the "comfort nest" on the branch of the tree not far overhead, with a wry smile in his mouth.

I can't live here, it's not a place where an evolved advanced primate like me should live, just like I thought last night, I can't just sleep on the ground, if the beast comes, my 150 pounds of meat and bones may not be able to fill its stomach, at most it will be enough for a supper! Of course, as it turned out, my worries were completely unfounded.

But I still tried my best to put together the wooden boxes that I had brought up yesterday and some of the boards that had been dismantled into a circle, and then in the afternoon I went to the "Paradise Warehouse" on the other side of the reef and transported a dozen wooden boxes back to make this circle a little higher, not to mention, from the outside, it really looks a bit like a house, no matter how much it resembles, at least this wall higher than my own can let me sleep in it without fear of the sudden appearance of wild beasts and take me away in my sleep.

As for eating, that box of beef jerky is estimated to be able to support me for five or six days, as long as I am not too greedy, if I need to wait longer on this island for rescue, I have seen wild rabbits pop out after the gunshots in the place where the birds were shot just now, and I am not confident in eating them raw, but if I want to make some sparks, the difficulty is not big for me, after all, I have practiced in the military school, but I don't remember the details too much.

And the fresh water, hey, maybe it's because I'm taking a bad route, I didn't find any traces of streams or springs on this line, but there are a lot of puddles like that, and it's not a problem to be in the past few days, it's a big deal that no one said that I used to lie on the ground like a dog and suck the dirty mud puddles on the ground, I don't say, who will know?.

Speaking of the trip to the "Paradise Warehouse" just now, there were still some small twists and turns, I originally planned to transport the remaining small boxes to the camp this afternoon, after all, that reef beach, as long as there is another storm, I absolutely believe that the "Paradise Warehouse" will be shattered by the sea and the wind, and I will not even be able to find a slag again.

But the unfortunate thing is that when I was just pulling the box, I was pierced by the sharp stone of the shoal, and the hole is not too big, but if I don't pick it up properly in this environment, it will soon ulcerate, inflame, and rot.

Of course, it's not that there is no good news, but it's not much, it's just that I found some kind of ship repair and bolts and some lead sinkers, in addition, there are two boxes of canvas flags printed with "compatriots and overseas Chinese are good sons and daughters of China".

On the way to this transport, I also worried that my open but uneaten bag of beef jerky would lure some wild beasts to visit the class, which made me regret blaming myself for my carelessness, and it may have been because of this that I quickened my pace on the shallows and stepped on a sharp rock and was injured. I took a few steps closer, and it screamed and ran away, it was not very good, and it was not as cute as it looked, and after it cried it crouched on the ground and stared at me motionless. The little guy looked blank, neither attacking nor dodging my fear, but looked at me without fear, as if he wanted to greet me.

I picked up the gun and gestured at it, but it didn't care at all, I threw a small piece of beef jerky at it, well, I knew I didn't have a lot of surplus, but I still did it, the little guy leaned on the ground and sniffed it, and swallowed it in his mouth, just like Zhu Bajie ate ginseng fruit, he didn't chew it, it seems that this thing should be extremely delicious for it, and then he raised his head, looking like he still wanted, I could only spread my hands, and then waved my hand and told him that he didn't have much food in stock, You'd better fend for yourself, so this little thing walked away without looking back, the world is hot and cold!

I unfolded the canvas with the rope on it and measured the size, and then used the carpenter tools and daggers found yesterday to make a lot of thick branches as pillars, and put together a very simple small tent, of course, it was so simple that there was only one roof, but at least it could prevent the old camp (Beijing dialect, referring to the sun) above my head from harming me, and at the same time, I put those things that had been unpacked and afraid of the sun under the tent, such as the unboxed Moutai wine and those silk skirts, you know, I'm actually counting on the fact that I'll be able to sell them without realizing it when I go back in a few days and make a good fortune.

The combination of the tent and the wooden boxes erected around it, from the outside, really has a little bit of a house feeling, the gap in the middle of the box is for me to enter and exit, I put the two boxes together, let's call it the door, and this simple small house, can also be called home for the time being, after all, I also set up a "bed" so, can barely be called home.

Unscrupulously unused boxes, I found that I was probably the one with the most weapons in China now, and for an individual, I found a few more shotguns and gunpowder, but this time I didn't find any more imitation pistol artifacts, but the number of weapons reassured me a lot.

Originally, I also found a box of sugar and flour, but unfortunately, the wax paper packaging was only moisture-proof and not waterproof, and most of them were no longer usable.

Looking up at the fading glow in the sky, it was the third day of the accident and the third night I was going to spend on this island, and I suddenly felt "homesick".

As long as I think of the old military commanders at home, and the domination and oppression that my sister and I have suffered since we were 12 years old, I have never thought about home, even in the years of military academies and military regions, I have never had the slightest idea of wanting to go homeI want them to come instead of me going back.

Thinking of this, my eyes moistened slightly, I absolutely believe that my mother is now anxiously waiting for the news on the phone, or has been nagging in the ears of the old military commander to ask him to contact the relationship to find friends to send more search and rescue ships and planes, after all, the old military commander is the army artillery system, and he does not have the slightest authority and ability to ask about the sea and flying in the sky during this search and rescue.

I can also think that my sister may have gone to the accident area to find people to coordinate everywhere, and she has to hide the seriousness of my mother's accident, she is such a person, a woman who wants to be strong in everything and control everything, in fact, she is much more tired than my mother.

I thought about it a lot, and I couldn't tell if it was a fantasy in my heart or a dream I had, because when I opened my eyes again, it was another morning, and the "click" sound didn't sound again.