"Literally, a survivor is someone who survives a certain danger." Li Fei, who is pulled out of a specific emotion, is actually a more rational teammate, but to maintain such rationality, the premise is not to meet those lowly male resetters who challenge women's rights.

"And what kind of danger do you think it is?" Ding Zhu asked again.

Li Fei hesitated a little about this question, she seemed to want to know how to answer Ding Candle, and Ding Candle spoke again: "I mean, when you just entered the plot and received the task, what was your most intuitive first feeling?" ”

"At the time, I thought it should be a shipwreck." Li Fei thought about her feelings at that time for a while, but she also asked: "Then what kind of danger did you think was at that time?" ”

"When I entered the plot, I was in a small closed warehouse, well, in a small room behind the kitchen, all kinds of vegetables in the boxes in it were overturned, and I was lying on top of a pile of collapsed boxes, and my first feeling at the time was that this must have suffered some impact, like the Titanic, and then the hull tilted, otherwise, the things on this ship should not have been dumped like this."

Ding Zhu described to Li Fei in great detail the situation he saw when he just woke up, and accurately described his feelings.

Li Fei'er was silent for a while before shaking her head again: "It's not like that." ”

"Why?" Ding Candle's own feelings are not intuitive, and she is also very curious about the feelings of others.

"I woke up in a room that resembles a crew, this room is about the same size as the room we searched for, is the room you woke up in as big as that room?"

"No, about a third, or a little bit smaller than a third."

"Well, your area is small, so you can't see any messy patterns, but I have a lot of space to wake up, and this pattern is very obvious." Li Fei stretched out his hands and began to gesture: "The space I woke up in is relatively large, and what I see is different from what you see, indeed, all the items are messy, the cups, books, and lamps on the table have fallen to the ground, and the cups on the bed are also on the ground." ”

"However, they are not like the Titanic, which caused the hull to enter the water after hitting the iceberg, which caused the hull to tilt and sink, so in its room, everything is tilted to one side, that is, there must be more things piled up on one side of the room, and less on the other side, or there is none."

"However, the mess in my room is very even. Besides, all the rooms we've just searched are pretty much the same as what I've seen, so I don't think it looks like the hull is about to sink. ”

According to Li Fei's description, Ding Zhu carefully recalled all the rooms she had searched, and indeed just like Li Fei's description, her brows furrowed slightly: "If the sinking of the Titanic is tilted to the side, then what does the messiness of these rooms look like?" ”

"It's like a washing machine." Then the two men said the answer almost in unison.

The two of them were very surprised by the sudden heart, and they couldn't help but smile when they looked at each other, Li Fei nodded: "Yes, it's like a washing machine, well, the traces left by the drum washing machine after it keeps rolling, it is very irregular, but relatively average." ”

"But what kind of danger can cause the front loader to leave a mark?" Ding Zhu felt that his head was a little painful, and it was impossible to make such a large cruise ship spin like a drum washing machine.

Li Fei was silent.

When the two of them were suddenly silent, they had actually climbed to another floor, this floor was business class, the room was less than the economy class, the room was larger and more luxurious, but the distribution of things inside was still as messy as the economy class below.

As on the lower floor, they searched only one side and continued to the upper floor, and as they went, they met Luo Jinhua's group, which had apparently searched from the other side, and they also found a survivor.

Looking at the little girl who was held in Luo Jinhua's arms, the corners of Ding Candle's eyes began to twitch a little, did she choose the wrong side, why did she search for survivors from the other side every time?

Luo Jinhua was obviously much more eye-catching than the man, he nodded at the two of them and said, "If you find a survivor, take it to the floor where we gathered just now." ”

"Okay."

This is an explanation.

Li Fei, who was walking beside Ding Candle, spread her hand at Ding Candle after watching Luo Jinhua and their group leave, and in her palm, Ding Candle saw a diluted watermelon-red liquid.

"It was found right above the room in economy class." Li Fei's face was not very good-looking: "There is a big pool, and there are more marks on the ceiling." ”

"Do you smell it?" Ding Zhu watched Li Fei carefully wipe the liquid on his hands with a piece of tissue paper, and his face became more and more solemn.

"What?"

"There was a smell of blood in the air." Taking a deep breath again, Ding Zhu confirmed that there was no problem with her sense of smell, she had actually smelled it when she was in the economy class on the next floor, but at that time, because the space was closed and unventilated, there were all kinds of passenger smells, so she didn't dare to confirm it, until she walked to this floor, she found that the smell was becoming more and more obvious.

Li Fei immediately sniffed it, and she shook her head: "No, I don't smell it too clearly." ”

"Do you have rhinitis?" The two of them continued to walk up the floor, Ding Zhu felt that the smell was getting clearer and clearer, but Li Fei couldn't smell it at all, which made her very strange.

"No, I've never had this disease." Li Fei confirmed that her sense of smell was very keen: "But I can smell a smell like rotten eggs, can you smell it?" ”

"Rotten eggs?" Ding Zhu was very strange: "Have you ever smelled blood?" ”

"Of course, who doesn't come to the eldest aunt every month?" It's hard to say as a man, but as a woman, the smell of blood should be very familiar.

Ding Zhu thought about it, too, the source she was most familiar with for blood was also her aunt.

"And your aunt smells of rotten eggs?"

"Yours is!" Li Fei's eyebrows were raised, and it was estimated that if Ding Candle was not a teammate, she would have beaten Ding Candle: "There is no problem with my sense of smell, of course I can distinguish the smell of blood from the smell of rotten eggs." ”