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71. Isolated Island (4)
I don't know if the channel that applied for entry to Hong Kong has been transferred again. He clapped the radio several times. But Ren Yifei didn't turn off the radio either.
Under the background of the subtle atmosphere, always feel relieved to hear something a little louder.
By the way, he didn't really buy a copy of the disaster, did he? Like a tsunami?
"it's impossible. If it was really a tsunami, we would have lost the altitude of a small island, and in the end, basically no one would have survived." He himself denied the conclusion of the tsunami.
"the possibility of a tsunami is very low, and the possibility of an Earthquake is very high, when there is a major typhoon."
The typhoon was so big that he had noticed that Rain Water was splashing on the edge of the window and the inner windowsill was getting wet.
I wonder if a renovated house can stand it. Judging from the leaking roof, it hangs. Fortunately, it is a single-story house, the beam is a wooden structure, paving tiles, smashed down should not kill people.
The sound of "clatter" is constant, and the click is like the sound of something cracking. But he didn't notice any cracks in the wall for the time being.
Inexplicably, care about making a sound.
It doesn't ring in the jungle for no reason.
The instant noodles with chopsticks were sucked into their mouths and a few drops of soup were thrown out. The instant noodles soaked in rice sauce become loose, and the vegetables inside are rotten even if they have been soaked for too long. They are not delicious, but they are enough to eat.
If you can't determine the direction of danger, then quietly accumulate your strength, for example, eat first.
As the rain increased, the room darkened, and if the curtains were drawn, it was night.
There are no lights in the room, so candles and flashlights have to be saved.
The cell phone also buzzes electricity, 68 of 100 yuan, not much, considering that it may be of other use, he does not touch it and eats noodles in the dark.
There was only one noodle cake in a bowl of noodles, which was soon finished, and he ate the rotten vegetables, sausages and eggs one by one. When the situation is unknown, every mouthful of food should be cherished.
Instead of drinking the rest of the soup, he poured another glass of water to clear his mouth. His eyes have adapted to the darkness and can identify different objects by vague shadows.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, the window snapped, and it was suspected that the glass of the sunken face would break in the next second.
Ren Yifei remembered that he seemed to see a roll of yellow plastic tape. In the dim light of the house, he found the yellow plastic tape and some blunt scissors in the cupboard.
Ren Yifei was satisfied that some easily broken sundries in the room were moved to the corner, by the way, when the windows were pasted with rice-shaped tape and some easily broken sundries in the room were moved to the corner.
"in this way, it may be able to slightly reduce the damage caused by broken glass."
The curtains have been drawn in several places, and occasionally you can see something affixed to the surface, leaving a shadow behind. On the other side, the disturbing sound of "clatter" and "clack" has never been stopped.
"it's a terrible day." He sighed.
The radio never worked, and Ren Yifei ignored it and put it aside to make a shrill noise.
Apart from the bad environment, other big changes have not yet begun.
"the time is not up yet, or some condition has not been met?" He thought to himself.
Unlike in the past, there is a personal battlefield in the city, and there are no residents near the house. He doesn't have to worry about the existence of players, and he can't borrow the light of npc, so he wants to arrange his time and energy carefully and reasonably.
The hour hand pointed to 03:00 and the needle pointed to 12:00. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
There is no electricity at home, there is no rain, nothing can be done.
Since you can't do it, why don't you.
Wearing shoes, his belly was covered with a quilt, and with a hand drill under the pillow, Ren Yifei lay down on the bed and fell asleep in less than ten seconds: it would be better to go to sleep.
"Nice to meet you."
"Hello."
In the stormy Mazu Temple, several players who occupy a corner of each other contain each other, and there is also a clatter of wood blown by the wind, which is what Sam sees today.
He is also a long-legged character, jeans, white sneakers and a black hoodie coat, carrying a large camouflage backpack, looks cool. The handbag is still holding a black umbrella.
It was clear that it was windy and rainy outside, his black umbrella was motionless, his body was clean, and a drop of rain was not touched by a drop of rain.
He walked slowly into the Mazu Temple, where several players became nervous, as if the hyenas met the lions head-on. Although Saman was smiling, he looked very kind.
Well, the really nice players are already dead.
He reached out and shook the umbrella, which automatically folded and rolled up in his hand, turning into a black bracelet hanging around his wrist.
Sam just packed up a batch of supplies and came to the Mazu Temple on foot.
It was raining cats and dogs, followed by Earthquake and alarms that you should stay in a hotel at such a time. Going out for dinner is never the right choice.
He chose to leave the hotel and asked some players to gather in the hotel for their reasons.
Sam is clearly known as a tourist. In addition to toiletries, a change of clothes, and documents, the rest of his backpack is an introduction to the island, a tourist book and a bunch of recommended scenic spots. Matsu Temple is one of them.
However, he suspected that it was not so simple, because he also had a disabled person's certificate in his backpack. The certificate is the face of the character, with an expression of bitterness and hatred, with a physical disability written below.
Identity doubt aside, he is not a camouflage flow, the role task is to escape, the role identity is not so important.
He braved the rain to come to the Mazu Temple, not to travel, nor to have enough to eat. The reason for this is that it is a 'psychic copy'.
That's right, give me a copy, give me a 'good friend'.
There are many ways for players to judge the attributes of a copy, and the most intuitive one is to see which skills and props they carry and which ones work.
Before entering a copy, players have to choose skills and props, but the skills and props are restricted so that the attributes of the copy can be identified at least for the first time through the props.
Samantha Passive Skill's passerby A, which is only suitable for psychic copies, is on.
Passerby A: after you enter the psychic copy, the ghost always ignores your existence. Very suitable for salted fish players.
When he learned of the attribute of the copy, the first thing he considered was the religious field.
First, occupy the advantage of the site. Second, look for props that are not available.
Other players probably feel the same way, so when they see Sam coming, although the three of them seem to welcome them, they don't have much smile in their eyes.
There are only so many resources, and all of them are for food. It's not like there were no players passing by before, and they were directly expelled by three people. But Sam, they dare not do anything.
Without the cover of the umbrella, the cold and wet feeling of the body immediately became obvious.
The raindrop was blown by the wind, and he reached out to catch it, feeling something wrong, twirling his fingertips with a thick feeling, sniffing it again, and smelling it with a faint salty smell.
Although the lake is by the sea, Rain Water came from Tianqi, where distilled water condensed and fell when it encountered nodules. According to the theory, it would not be salty.
Sam looked out and saw that the heavy rain was pouring backwards like the heavenly river, and a shallow layer accumulated in the blink of an eye. He seemed to see something swimming in it, but there was no sign of it when he looked at it carefully.
"patter, patter." I vaguely heard the sound of something cracking. The three players inside immediately moved to check the walls and the ground.
There was nothing strange, no cracks, no snakes, worms, rats and ants crawling out, but the ceiling began to leak.
Tick-tock, a small piece of bluestone in the middle soon got wet.
One of the classic openings of the psychic film, the weird rainy night.
Veteran players with a lot of game experience relax instead: familiarity is a good thing, which means the routines are similar. Islands, torrential rains, Earthquake, do not know whether it is the type of ghost ship or the type of vengeance on the shores of sea ghosts.
As soon as the backpack was put to the ground, Sam sat on the floor, leaning against a post to close his eyes and rest: the evening meal is the key, and there is really no need to waste time worrying about it.
Other players also don't speak, and they need to save their energy to meet the challenges after dark.
The rain line is so oblique that I can't see clearly in the distance. The small temple is like a lonely boat separated by Rain Water. Rain is the invisible hand that separates those players from npc players.
There were more and more leaking places in the ceiling, and the water gathered all the way to Sam's feet. Sam glanced at it, took the luggage to the stone pier, and opened the umbrella.
I'm afraid a game is very bad for camouflage, and he suddenly thought of a problem.
With a large number of personnel and complex copies, camouflage is conducive to the hiding and borrowing of camouflage flow, but it makes players in a relatively independent and closed environment, on the contrary, it tests the individual's ability to cope with disasters.
He chased the black rabbit, which showed that he was also in the rabbit.
Black Rabbit is a complete newcomer. He first entered the game more than 20 days ago. Can he cope with today's complex environment?
"ahem."
It's over.
After a sleep, instead of feeling better, began to feel dizzy and weak, and how to look like cold symptoms.
As soon as touched forehead, didn't feel it, because palms were also hot, but felt that the surface of the pillow was cold, and was afraid of the cold.
I think have a cold.
God wants to kill me. Ren Yifei clutched his forehead and exhaled a sore throat. Did he become Charizard? Is that a flame coming out of your mouth?
It takes less than two minutes to get caught in the rain, and then you take a bath immediately, and you still catch a cold. Is the cardboard lantern not as good as his physical quality?
He must have stayed up late and went back to soak in water with Chinese wolfberry, he thought sadly.
The lips were dry and thirsty, but the boiling water was in the small living room several meters from the bed. After he boiled the water, there was a lot of hot water in the warm kettle next to the hot pot, which should be filled with a lot of water for a while.
"drink plenty of boiled water if you have a cold." Words of wisdom appeared in his head.
Struggling to get up, he was ready to pour himself a glass of water. But just stretched out a foot, 'clap', plastic slippers stepped on the water, making a clear sound.
"Water?"
Touching the edge of the flashlight, Ren Yifei opened it and looked at it, and the whole person froze: the concrete floor was sparkling, and the feet of the furniture were soaked in a shallow layer.
Then turn the light to the mouth and the window, and water is pouring into the seam, as is the case by the window.
Tick, tick,
Even the walls are rustling, and one wall hangs a waterline as fine as a comb.
"the rain is so heavy?" He made some hoarse sounds in his mouth.
The water is half of the plastic slippers, the thickness of the slippers is about one centimeter, and the water from the floor is estimated to be 0.5 centimeters. But it continues to rise, sooner or later without shoes, even feet, or even beds.
Do you want to mend the loophole and prevent the spoilage?
Ren Yifei has a sudden pain in his temple.
Forget it, it's going to rain, and the mother wants to get married, but she can't stop it.
As a top priority, drink some water to return the blood first. He stood up to fetch water. As soon as the breeze blew, he trembled: why is it so cold?
Draped in a thin quilt, he stumbled a few steps to the counter where the kettle was. He poured himself a cup of Scald, blew it, and carefully took a sip to moisturize his lips.
Still hot.
When Scald cooled a little, he took another sip. Scald relieved the discomfort in his throat.
The wristwatch glowed two points of green fluorescence. It was after six o'clock and he slept for three hours.
The kettle table has two drawers. According to Ren Yifei's previous understanding, there might be something like cold granules in the drawer. He rummaged through it and found two bags.
Compared with the date of the mobile phone, one bag has expired and the other is about to expire.
He bought himself the bag that was about to expire.
After drinking a cup of cold granule, his body was slightly feverish, and he poured another cup of boiling water back, trying to sweat before nightfall and regain some physical strength.
With a crash, obviously he was very careful, but the wet water splashed on the instep of his feet, cold, wet and even a little sticky.
"A-choo!" He shivered, and the light of the flashlight immediately passed, and a smiling face appeared in the shallow water, and his curved eyes were white.
Ren Yifei's pupils dilated slightly, and the next second his slimy slender claws stretched out and grabbed the instep of his feet.
It was sticky, thick, cold and black, and it was clearly a corroded hand bone with flesh and skin.