Black Man
The immediate problem facing everyone is food and water.
With the plane exploding, 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 all of that will have to wait until tomorrow, because the sun has already begun to set into the sea.
Having experienced the harrowing ordeal and narrowly escaped death, everyone felt a sense of bewilderment, unsure of what would happen next. They all gazed at the setting sun, its afterglow illuminating their confused faces.
Before them lay the afterglow of the setting sun, behind them the burning wreckage of the plane. The group sat around the fire, spending their first night after the plane crash, a night of hunger and cold.
Meanwhile, Chen Mo had set up a large tent on the distant beach. After eating and drinking his fill, he lay comfortably in a hammock tied between two trees, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.
A cool sea breeze gently blew as Chen Mo lay in a hammock, quietly admiring the beautiful seascape in the night, enjoying this rare tranquility and peace, feeling indescribably relaxed and content.
Unlike in the movie world, where Chen Mo is always highly tense, calm, and decisive, returning to the real world is like returning home from the battlefield. Chen Mo's murderous aura suddenly disappears, and he becomes relaxed, calm, and gentle.
With Chen Mo's current strength, as long as he doesn't do anything reckless on Earth, he poses no threat whatsoever. There's absolutely no need for him to be so murderous and aggressive all the time.
At this moment, Chen Mo is like a sword that has been sheathed, its sharpness concealed, and perhaps it will not be drawn again until he enters the next movie world!
As night deepened and the sea breeze grew cooler, Chen Mo packed up his hammock, crawled into his tent, lay down on his soft sleeping mat, wrapped himself in a thick sleeping bag, and drifted off to sleep.
That evening, major television stations China reported on the plane crash, and rescue and search operations were immediately launched.
Meanwhile, police investigating Zhou Tianhao's murder began screening suspects, and Chen Mo's name was among them.
The night passed quickly, and everyone gradually woke up by the fire.
No one slept well that night. Although there was a campfire for warmth, the night on the island was still very cold. Coupled with the pressure of being stranded on a deserted island with no means of survival, no one could sleep soundly.
The two little girls who were rescued by Chen Mo dreamed of the plane crash again in their sleep.
In the dream, a tall figure dressed in black pinned them down, shielding them from countless falling objects. Then the scene shifted, and they were carried out of a terrifying cabin filled with corpses, blood, and flames, clinging to the broad shoulders of this tall figure.
And their dreams were surprisingly identical!
Yesterday, they woke up terrified. The gentle and beautiful Sister Su Wan came to comfort them. According to her, when she escaped from the plane, the two of them were already lying there, more than 100 meters away from the plane. At that time, besides the two of them, there were only three foreigners who escaped.
Given the behavior of the three foreigners, it was clearly impossible that they were the ones who rescued them.
Yesterday, both of them were in a state of confusion and couldn't explain themselves clearly. Su Wan assumed that they had escaped on their own, but had fainted after being too traumatized and reaching a safe place.
After a good night's sleep, the two women gradually came to their senses. They were certain that what they had last night was not a dream, but something that had actually happened, and that someone had indeed rescued them!
Although the flight was chaotic yesterday, and the two of them even lost consciousness at one point, they remembered the moment they woke up very clearly. In addition to the terrifying scene in the cabin, they also remembered the broad and sturdy shoulders beneath them and the tall and majestic black figure in their line of sight.
However, the two did not tell anyone else. Although they were naive and simple, they were not stupid. Since their benefactor was hiding and not showing himself, there must be a reason. Naturally, they had to keep his secret.
That morning, a few girls stayed behind to care for the wounded and tend the fire, while the others set off to explore the island.
The island is small, roughly oval in shape, with an area of less than one square kilometer. It is mostly covered by trees. To be able to successfully make an emergency landing on such a small island is a testament to the captain's excellent piloting skills and everyone's good fortune.
I spent the whole morning searching the island and luckily found a small puddle on the other side of the island. It was probably formed by accumulated rainwater, and the water was relatively clear.
The puddle was about two meters in diameter and a foot deep, which was enough for everyone to drink for the time being.
As for hygiene, we'll just have to wait and see if we can find a container to hold the water from the plane wreckage. Once we boil the water, it will be safe to drink.
The most important resource for survival, fresh water, has been found, but the search for food is not going well. The island is too small. Apart from the occasional seabird flying by, there are no signs of any animals living on the island, nor are there any edible plants, not even coconuts.
They then went to the wreckage of the plane, intending to find some containers to hold water.
The flames on the plane had been extinguished, but some residual heat remained on the wreckage. The plane, which had been burned by the flames all night, had been completely reduced to a pile of wreckage, its black and broken shell no longer as white as it once was.
Through the damaged bulkhead, one could even see the charred remains inside.
Thinking of the many remains of victims inside the plane, everyone stopped in their tracks in front of the wreckage.
People in peacetime have never seen any dead bodies. They were so busy escaping yesterday that they didn't realize it. But now, if they were to enter this cabin full of corpses again, they would be truly terrified.
In the end, they didn't go into the cabin. Instead, they picked up a piece of the aircraft skin that had been burned to a grayish-white color by the flames and folded it into a simple square pot.
The group then moved together to the spot where they found fresh water. It was only a few minutes' walk from the sea, with a relatively open area, trees providing shelter from the sea breeze, and close to a water source, making it the perfect place to camp.
It was almost noon, and everyone hadn't had any water all day and was quite thirsty, so they immediately started boiling water.
A group of people gathered around the fire, watching the water in the pot slowly boil. It was no fun not to have water to drink.
The pot of hot water, which was over ten liters in size, was quickly consumed, and everyone sat on the ground, satisfied, digesting the water they had drunk.
After drinking their fill of water, the hunger in their stomachs seemed to lessen considerably. However, the problem of food still troubled them. Without food, even with enough fresh water, they wouldn't last long and might starve to death before being rescued.
"Phew, that feels much better," Zhang Xin exclaimed, rubbing her bulging 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? You won't feel hungry if you're full," Zhang Xin said softly, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"Do you think we'll starve to death?" Xu Qing turned to look at Zhang Xin, her eyes filled with worry and helplessness.
In truth, Zhang Xin was also afraid.
Two high school students, only sixteen or seventeen years old, were originally delicate flowers in a greenhouse, the apple of their parents' eye, who had never experienced any hardship or setbacks. Now they were stranded on a deserted island, without even a place to sleep, and could only sleep in the wilderness, hungry, and rely on water to fill their stomachs.
But Zhang Xin, who is a few days older than Xu Qing, has always played the role of the older sister between the two. At this time, she naturally has to be stronger and try to comfort her, which is also comforting herself.
While racking her brains, Zhang Xin suddenly had a figure flash through her mind. She glanced around furtively, and when she found no one was paying attention, she leaned close to Xu Qing's ear and whispered something.
"Have you forgotten how we escaped?"
Xu Qing's eyes lit up upon hearing this.
"BLACK MAN?"