The gray sky turned white, but the sun didn't clock in for work. Lying on his back in the water, staring at the dark clouds that overboard. Why is your water so tired? It doesn't take much effort to lie flat on the water and rest. It's like a natural swimmer.

The surface of the lake is as smooth and flat as a mirror. Except for the occasional ripple he made, even the wind that blew the spring water was lacking—nothing fell for a while. Hungry, Yang Xiaohai tried to swim to the shore. Ten seconds later, a dark shadow flew from the shore.

Yang Xiaohai was a fierce man, and his head was exposed on the water a few meters away. This time it was different from the past, it was a person! The man flew parallel to the surface of the water for more than 100 meters before he swirled and brushed the surface of the lake and fell in front of Yang Xiaohai's eyes. When he looked closely, he realized that it was an unlucky guy who was almost falling apart.

From the barely recognizable facial features, Yang Xiaohai recognized his identity after careful identification - he was a subordinate of Xie Mushel. Just over a week ago, this guy was still showing off his muscles and claws, and he died here without thinking about it. Yang Xiaohai stared at the exaggerated and twisted neck and sighed gloomily.

This must be the guy who fetched water early in the morning, and encountered Da Arnold, who was guarding him. Yang Xiaohai, who hung up exactly, didn't know, but his tentative behavior caused this unlucky egg to be thrown over as a cannonball. It's really dead, and it doesn't stop!

In this case, the people in the institute should find out that he has not returned, right? Is there anyone looking for him? Judging from this person's behavior of fetching water, it seems that it does not have much impact with or without him.

Yang Xiaohai looked at his crumpled palms from being soaked in the water for too long, and began to swim upstream along the lake. It's not a good idea to just be hungry, is it? So he began to try to find, and perhaps in some corner of the reservoir, he could find a fork in the road and be able to throw Big Arnold out of the way.

As the sky gets brighter, the situation at the reservoir becomes clearer. Yang Xiaohai found some places that were easy to land. But whenever he swam a little closer, things would always fall from the sky, which seemed to remind him all the time that "Big Arnold" still had affection for him and would never abandon him.

Stop it? This is the end of the world, and there is absolutely no rescue. So what to do? Counting on Lin Wanru to command Shemuschel? Looking forward to Wang Qing, who is in danger, giving up her life to save her? It doesn't seem to be reliable. In the final analysis, you can only think about it yourself.

When you are tired of swimming, lie on your side and let the water flow over your body, but keep your mouth and nose on the surface of the water to keep your breathing. Just don't get closer to the shore. Far from the shore, he simply went with the flow. While paddling slowly, while staring at the dark clouds, one by one methods of getting out of trouble were born, and they were killed by themselves one by one.

An hour later, the hungry Yang Xiaohai had no choice but to start drinking lake water to satisfy his hunger. But instead of lessening the hunger, the hunger has intensified. "Perhaps, this is the retribution for eating the soft-shelled turtle?"

Yang Xiaohai has drifted far away unconsciously. Just as he was in a daze, a fathead fish, who had taken the wrong nerve, jumped up from the surface of the lake and tried to leap past his eyes. Although Yang Xiaohai was wandering, the reflex nerve reacted before the brain.

As soon as he poked and clawed, the fathead fish was firmly fixed in the air. Even though the fish shook its head and tail, the palm of his hand was still very firm. I looked at the prey in my hand, good fellow, it must weigh at least three pounds!

The night passed, even if the body was strong, at the moment it was cold and hungry. In this case, I can only apologize. Bring the fish to your mouth and bite down. The fat-headed fish struggled desperately, but there was a huge disparity in strength, and after a while, only the head and a fish bone remained.

Reluctantly threw away the fish head, Yang Xiaohai was a little unsatisfied. If it was usual, the braised fish head would definitely be enjoyed well, but now...... The fishy smell was very unbearable, Yang Xiaohai lowered his head and soaked, gargling constantly. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his back, and something stabbed him. When I looked back, I saw a rusty iron sheet.

Looking further back, I saw a large deck and a broken mast. Good guys, it's a boat! Yang Xiaohai swam farther back in order to get a glimpse of the whole picture. I saw that in front of me was a half-broken fishing boat.

The hull of the ship is not large, and the main part of the water is still seven or eight meters left, and the width is no more than four or five meters. Ha ha! Isn't this a ready-made shelter? Immediately, the old otaku who was about to bubble down the crack and got into the broken boat.

Fortunately, the bow of the boat was almost perpendicular to the water, and the living quarters were not flooded. Yang Xiaohai first knelt down and climbed again to find out the general situation on the boat. Contrary to what is imagined, there are neither "survivors" nor "infected" in the shipwrecked. This should be a broken ship that has been voluntarily abandoned. Although the accident has occurred, a lot of daily necessities have been left. It can be seen that the evacuation of the people on the ship was very hasty.

So, Yang Xiaohai sat down casually and ate the food he scavenged. Some of them are good to eat, but this product is still picky? With such an idea, it is really wrong to blame the old otaku. Not to mention fruits and vegetables, even some canned foods have leaked due to improper storage.

Yang Xiaohai is optimistic by nature, although most of the food has changed its taste, but he is also half-full. In order not to waste it, Yang Xiaohai even killed half a box of brown-red foreign wine. Although it tasted plastic, it still didn't stop him from feeling like a fairy.

Half full, I pulled some clean sheets and quilts, and found a solid corner with a thick mattress. Three arches and two arches, burying themselves in a pile of knitted objects, turning their heads upside down and closing their eyes, snoring and sleeping. Rao is physical strength is amazing, and the long-term naked swimming and floating really tiring the old otaku a lot.

There are strong enemies in the distance, and there are broken ships in the near future, and the source of the broken ship is unknown, and the change of people will inevitably tremble and panic all day long. But Yang Xiaohai slept through dusk and night, and was not awakened by the belly of grunt protest until three poles in the morning.

Even if he didn't want to, Yang Xiaohai still yawned and sat up straight. The body that had almost been soaked had recovered, and the feeling of exhaustion had disappeared. Leaning against the wooden cabin wall, the old otaku was stunned for a moment before he remembered where he was.

First poured all the leftover wine from last night into my stomach. Then he slowly climbed off the boat. rinsed his mouth and washed his face with the lake water, and then dealt with the problem of personal hygiene very unethically.

After finishing up, he patted the old clothes that he had pulled in, lowered his head, crooked his body, and rolled into the lake again. I tried to swim more than ten meters to the shore, and as expected, a large mossy stone flew into the air. The big stone fell in front of me, which can be said to be very accurate.

Yang Xiaohai wiped his face and sighed helplessly. Sure enough, "Big Arnold" is still stubbornly guarding him.

After a few splashes in the water, Yang Xiaohai reflexively swam back. When entering the hull of the ship from the fracture, Yang Xiaohai saw fish fluttering in the puddle formed by the depression in the wall of the ship. If you don't say it, just laugh at it. Yang Xiaohai slowly climbed up with a gift from heaven. Pulling open an iron door inlaid with glass, Yang Xiaohai entered the cockpit.

Sitting down on the wall, Yang Xiaohai grinned at a few fish and smiled silently. You can meet monsters when you take a bath; Flying out of the house, he picked up a well-stocked "shelter" when he landed. As a result, I don't have a home to return to? All of this seems to have been arranged in the dark. It's really not good luck or bad luck.