The first problem everyone faces now is food and water. With the explosion of the plane, everyone lost all the supplies on board. Now, they can only hope to find food and fresh water on the island; otherwise, they won't last even a month.
But that's a problem for tomorrow, as the sun is already setting into the sea.
After the thrilling and life-threatening experience, everyone feels a sense of confusion, not knowing what will happen next. They all gaze at the sunset, the afterglow reflecting on their bewildered faces.
In front of them is the afterglow of the sunset, behind them are the burning remains of the plane. Everyone sits around the fire, spending the first night after the plane crash, a night of hunger and cold.
On the other side, Chen Mo set up a large tent by the sea, and after eating and drinking his fill, he lay comfortably in a hammock strung between two trees, wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
The cool sea breeze gently blows, and Chen Mo lies in the hammock, quietly enjoying the beautiful sea view at night, savoring this rare tranquility and peace, feeling indescribably relaxed and comfortable.
Unlike in the movie world, where Chen Mo's spirit was always highly tense, calm, and decisive, returning to the real world is like coming home from the battlefield. The killing intent on Chen Mo suddenly dissipates, becoming relaxed, calm, and gentle.
With Chen Mo's current strength, as long as he doesn't seek death, there is no threat on Earth. There is no need to be aggressive and sharp all the time.
At this moment, Chen Mo is like a sword returned to its sheath, hiding its sharpness. Perhaps only when he enters the next movie world will he unsheathe it again!
As the night deepens, the sea breeze gradually cools. Chen Mo puts away the hammock, crawls into the tent, lies on the soft sleeping mat, wraps himself in a thick sleeping bag, and falls asleep.
That night, major TV stations in China reported the plane crash, and rescue and search operations began immediately.
At the same time, the police investigating the murder of Zhou Tianhao also started to identify suspects, and Chen Mo's name was on the list.
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The night quickly passed, and everyone by the fire gradually woke up.
That night, everyone slept poorly. Although there was a bonfire for warmth, the island's night was still very cold. Coupled with the pressure of surviving on a deserted island, everyone slept uneasily.
The two little girls rescued by Chen Mo dreamed again of the plane crash.
In the dream, a tall figure in black clothes shielded them, protecting them from countless falling objects. Then the scene shifted, and they were lying on the broad shoulders of this tall figure, being carried out of the terrifying cabin filled with corpses, blood, and flames.
Amazingly, both girls had the exact same dream! Yesterday, when they woke up, they were terrified. The gentle and beautiful Sister Su Wan came to comfort them. According to her, when she escaped from the plane, the two girls were already lying there, more than a hundred meters away from the plane. At that time, besides them, only three foreigners had escaped.
Given the performance of the three foreigners, it was naturally impossible for them to have rescued the girls.
Yesterday, the two girls were in a state of confusion and couldn't explain themselves. Su Wan thought they had escaped on their own but were too shocked and fainted after reaching a safe place.
After a night's sleep, the girls' minds gradually cleared. They could confirm that what happened last night was not a dream but a real event. Someone had indeed rescued them! Although the plane was chaotic yesterday, and they were unconscious for a while, they clearly remembered the moment they woke up. Besides the terrifying cabin scene, they remembered the broad, solid shoulders beneath them and the majestic black figure in their sight.
However, the two girls didn't tell anyone else. Although they were innocent and naive, they were not foolish. Since their benefactor was hiding, there must be a reason, and they naturally wanted to keep his secret.
The next morning, a few girls stayed behind to take care of the injured and watch the fire, while the others set out to explore the island.
The island was not large, roughly oval-shaped, with an area of less than one square kilometer, mostly covered by trees. Successfully landing on such a small island was a testament to the pilot's skill and everyone's luck.
After spending the morning searching the island, they were fortunate to find a small puddle on the other side of the island, likely formed by accumulated rainwater. The water was relatively clear.
The puddle was about two meters in diameter and one foot deep, enough for everyone to drink for now.
As for hygiene, they would see if they could find containers from the plane wreckage to boil the water for safe drinking.
The most crucial survival resource, fresh water, was found, but the search for food was not successful. The island was too small, with no signs of animals except for occasional seabirds, and no edible plants, not even coconuts.
They then went to the plane wreckage to find some containers for water.
By this time, the flames on the plane had been extinguished, but the wreckage still had some residual heat. The plane, burned by the flames all night, had turned into a pile of debris, with its once white shell now charred and broken.
Through the damaged cabin walls, they could even see the charred corpses inside.
Thinking of the many victims' bodies inside the plane, everyone stopped in front of the wreckage.
People in peaceful times had never seen dead bodies. Yesterday, they were too busy escaping to notice, but now, the thought of entering the cabin filled with corpses made them hesitate.
In the end, they didn't enter the cabin. Instead, they picked up a piece of the plane's skin, burned gray by the flames, and folded it into a simple square pot.
Then everyone moved to the place where they found fresh water. It was only a few minutes' walk from the seaside, with open terrain and trees around to block the sea breeze. Being close to the water source, it was an ideal spot to set up camp.
It was almost noon, and everyone hadn't had water for a day, so they were very thirsty and immediately started boiling water.
A group of people gathered around the fire, eagerly watching the water in the pot slowly come to a boil. The feeling of having no water to drink was unbearable.
A pot of more than ten liters of hot water was quickly consumed, and everyone sat on the ground, satisfied, digesting the water they had drunk.
After drinking their fill, the feeling of hunger in their stomachs seemed to lessen, but the problem of food still troubled them. Without food, even with enough fresh water, they wouldn't last long. They might starve to death before rescue arrived.
"Ah, much better," Zhang Xin said, patting her full belly.
"But I'm still so hungry," Xu Qing said weakly, leaning against her.
"What can we do? There's no food on the island. Why don't you drink some more water? If you're full of water, you won't feel so hungry," Zhang Xin said softly, hugging her shoulder.
"Do you think we'll starve to death?" Xu Qing turned to Zhang Xin, her eyes full of worry and helplessness.
In fact, Zhang Xin was just as scared.
The two high school students, only sixteen or seventeen years old, were originally delicate flowers in a greenhouse, cherished by their parents, and had never experienced any hardships. Now, they were stranded on a deserted island, with no place to sleep, having to sleep in the wild, hungry, and relying on water to stave off hunger.
But Zhang Xin, being a few days older than Xu Qing, had always played the role of the elder sister. At this time, she had to appear stronger, trying to comfort her, and at the same time, comforting herself.
Thinking hard, suddenly, a figure flashed in Zhang Xin's mind. She looked around sneakily, and seeing no one was paying attention, she leaned close to Xu Qing's ear and whispered.
"Have you forgotten how we escaped?"
Xu Qing's eyes lit up at the words.
"BLACK MAN?"