Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 23 False alarm... a scene?
Under the indescribable atmosphere, Zhou Hui's body froze suddenly, motionless, as if he had turned into a puppet directly, with only a pair of eyes facing the front, reflecting the bright firelight and hiding inexplicable emotions.

For a while, there was no sound from him anymore, only the roar of the wind and rain outside the tent, the burning fire next to it and the occasional crackling sound.

Then, he heard his own heartbeat, visibly vibrating his body, and it rang violently in his ears, like a drum beating on the same side.

The sea breeze became stronger again, and together with the heavy rain, it crazily hit the tent. The main body of the tent was swaying non-stop, and the outermost plastic tarpaulin was crackling. The ground shook, and it seemed that the ground would be blown away in the next second, and then the darkness outside was allowed to invade the tent.

In the strange atmosphere, Zhou Hui's expression remained unchanged, and he managed to squeeze out a bit of thinking ability from his almost blank head, driving his right hand to pick up a stone from the stone foundation at will.

He didn't know if it was an illusion or reality, but when he stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the stone tightly, he saw the black shadow outside moving again.

I can't tell whether it's moving forward or backward, or whether I'm moving left or right, but what I can be sure of is that the thing really moved. At this time, not only did the rain not decrease, but it became larger again. The feeling of destruction.

But Zhou Hui was terrified and knew clearly that the wind and rain could not destroy the world, it could only destroy himself.

So, he slowly raised his trembling right hand holding the stone.

then……

flood--! ! !
The loud thunder resounded across the ocean and islands, and the bright lightning instantly illuminated the entire world. At this moment of illumination, the entire world was covered with a layer of silver, and there was no darkness to hide from.

The silver and white flickered, the theme of the sky turned into darkness again, the dark blue ocean continued to surge, and the dark island remained unchanged.

Inside the tent, Zhou Hui was stunned for a moment, then blinked twice inexplicably, and then he completely relaxed, and let out a heavy breath.

At the moment when the lightning illuminated the world just now, and even the fire was silver, white and fiery red, he could clearly see the scene outside the tent:
Weeds grow on the ground, and the rainwater flows across. There are a few trees in the distance, and there is only a half-empty space nearby to welcome the rainwater.

nothing else...

Put down the lifted stone and move the less flexible arms and hands. This is not because of the soreness caused by lifting the stone, but because the muscles are stiff due to excessive tension, so that the muscles are a little inflexible.

Hehe, it was a false alarm... Saying this mentally, he actually just comforted himself to relax quickly. The tense atmosphere just now really made him collapse a little bit.

The feeling just now is inexplicably like a ghost story I heard when I was a child, when I was walking on the uninhabited road in the village in the middle of the night.

It was terrifying... Zhou Hui, who was still afraid, continued to relax. Although he seemed to have heard or seen something before, but thinking about it now, it was almost because he fell asleep because he was too tired, and he had too many things to think about during the day, so he fell asleep and dreamed. .

I found that the fireworks were a little smaller, and I threw in a few more wet firewood. As a result, a large amount of white smoke came out again, and the smoke was lingering for a while.

Zhou Hui once again doubted whether he would erect a monument in place due to smoke poisoning.

When the white smoke lessened, he continued to think about the main thing just now.

What happened just now may have been an oolong, but it also sounded the alarm for him at this time. Before that, he had been troubled by environmental problems, and he never thought that there would be animals threatening him on a single deserted island.

Could there really be animals on such a small island?

"Hmm... just like coconut crabs, small animals may have some, not to mention mice and spiders..." Then, he thought about the broken warps and tooth marks of some plants that he happened to see when he was looking for firewood.

Small herbivores, grass-eating... rabbits?
Maybe we can have a big meal of rabbit meat in the future... Shrouded by the fire, Zhou Hui gradually became exhausted.

Some branches were stuffed at the door to make sure it was stronger and could block more wind. Zhou Hui lay on the board, tilted his body as far as possible from the tent, and got closer to the flame. , shivering, and fell asleep hungry.

The temperature is low on rainy nights, even with a fire, it is still cold, and his stomach often makes protesting sounds. He has experienced a lot in action today. In the end, he even has to fight wits and courage with the air. He is already very tired .

Maybe the rain will be heavier in the middle of the night, but I can't control it so much. Now that there is a hard wooden board under my body, it is already very good if it is not moisture. I must rest while the conditions are good.

Although he was very hungry and the wooden boards on the ground were not comfortable at all, he only hoped that tomorrow would be a sunny day, with the sun shining on the ocean and islands, without dark clouds or rain...

In this way, Zhou Hui curled up on the hard wooden board without water, drank fresh water but still had an empty stomach, was roasted by the flames, and still felt the cold and could not help shivering, dragging exhaustion, hunger, and cold, No matter how you adjust your posture, you won't be able to fall asleep comfortably...

……

In the morning, everything recovers.

However, Zhou Hui, who woke up from the cold, felt that the word recovery of all things was not appropriate here.

In the shaded tent, Zhou Hui woke up exhausted, and silently faced the things in the tent.

After sleeping, I was not as refreshed as I imagined, and I didn’t have a solid rest. On the contrary, my body was still tired, I felt cold, and I was hungry. Only fresh water was available at any time.

Very cold fresh water, no hot water.

He rubbed his sore neck with his hands, and probably looked outside the tent. There was light coming in. It must have been dawn, but he didn't know what time it was.

One thing that was better than yesterday was that he woke up at dawn, the tent hadn't been stepped on, and there was no water where he was lying.

However, even if he woke up in the morning, Zhou Hui vaguely woke up four or five times in the middle of the night. When he woke up, he heard either the violent sea breeze, the loud raindrops, or the rattling of the tent trunk. Sound, as if it will fall apart in the next second.

Fortunately, this time the tent was tied very firmly, even though sometimes the wind was so strong that the surrounding tree trunks shook and sounded like they were about to break, the tent did not collapse.

In addition, there are those who are frozen awake.

In short, a night of fear and no rest is enough.

Walking to the door of the tent, Zhou Hui looked forward to it. After such a long period of rain, today should be a sunny day. There should be a hot sun breaking through all the clouds and hanging in the sky.

Tuancao pushed one away, and what was in front of me was the scene washed by last night's rain, the grass leaves were green, and... the drizzle moistened everything it touched.

Zhou Hui looked at this picture and didn't move for a long time.

After waiting for a while, the corners of Zhou Hui's mouth moved slightly, and finally opened his mouth:
"Ah!"

Then he blocked the grass again and retreated into the tent.

　Delayed, so one more chapter tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)