Dead?

Unlucky Salted Fish pulled himself together and stopped paying attention to Lucky One. He focused entirely on observing the snow on both sides beneath the ravine.

The ravine was a hundred meters wide.

Tonight was a little strange. It was still snowing heavily, yet a full moon was faintly visible in the sky.

Visibility was much better than usual, around fifty meters.

But searching was still no easy task.

The snow was deep, and every step took a great deal of effort.

Since Lucky One and Unlucky Salted Fish had chosen positions closer to the eastern side of the ravine from the start, all they had to do was keep searching west.

As he searched, Unlucky Salted Fish kept recalling the terrain beneath the ravine from the first day they had come out.

As he remembered it, the ground below had already been covered in snow on the first day.

But there had indeed been some small cracks and faults in the rocks where someone could hide.

While observing the area, Unlucky Salted Fish noticed that the snow over places with rock fissures looked a little different from the snow on flat rock walls.

The slopes of the snow were different. He could tell them apart!

Once he realized this, Unlucky Salted Fish examined everything even more carefully and thoroughly.

He could basically rule out areas where there should be rock fissures beneath the snow.

The logic was simple.

The other players had survived until now, so they must have taken measures to keep warm.

At the very least, they couldn't have relied on snow alone to block the opening of a rock fissure. Otherwise, they would have frozen to death long ago.

They had definitely used something to block the snow from entering the fissure and keep the wind