Zhang Ming hugged the radio and tent tightly, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "This brother or sister, I owe you in this life, and I will pay you back in the next life."
The next packages passed by one by one. There were no particularly good survival supplies, but they were more or less harvested. There were also some foods such as instant noodles, cola, biscuits, pickled pepper chicken feet, etc., plus Lao Ganma.
, fermented bean curd, hot pot base and other Chinese seasonings.
There are also basic tools such as scissors and knives.
But Zhang Ming's tense heartstrings have yet to calm down.
It was as if there was a breath of depression stuck in his chest, making him breathless. If he didn't do something, this depression would stay blocked forever.
These luggages are all lost lives, transformed into his property.
The last box was still a bag of clothes. The folder contained some contracts written in English and five thousand US dollars in cash.
All blind boxes have been opened.
"Not counting ham, the food is expected to last for 10 days."
"The water lasts about 10 days."
"A total of $270,000 in banknotes...sigh."
Zhang Ming was silent for a moment, dug a small pit, put in a few clothes, and made a small tomb.
He also moved a big coconut to the pit and used it as a tombstone.
Use a marker to write a few lines of small words on the coconut skin: "Flight ds898, the grave of the crashed personnel."
"The only survivor, Zhang Ming, sacrifice."
"20**year*month**day."
After doing all this, the depressed air that was blocked in my mouth slowly disappeared.
He raised his head and looked at the red sea of clouds that was winding for thousands of miles. At the end of the sky, the little maple red turned into deep black nothingness.
The reason why rituals continue to spread is not because of its own meaning, but because of the meaning it brings to human beings.
What is the meaning of life?
Maybe it's the so-called inheritance...
Thank you for your gifts.
I will live with your hope.
must.
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"Serious internal strife broke out on Mirage No. 7's ship, and a small number of people were imprisoned!"
"It's a pity that no lives were lost."
After all, it was only the second day of being trapped in the mysterious zone. The inertia from civilized society still existed, and a group of netizens who wanted to eat big melons felt disappointed.
People couldn't wait to see the rivers of blood, but they never thought that this was just a microcosm of the disaster.
When a disaster actually occurs, it affects hundreds of people, thousands of people, tens of thousands, or hundreds of millions of people. In fact, it is the same.
Soon, someone else focused their attention on Mirage No. 16.
The island survivor planted a coconut on the beach and wrote a few lines of text.
When they saw a few lines of text on the coconut, a large number of people on the Internet were immediately confused and gloated.
"Look, he's gone crazy!"
"He thinks coconuts are human beings! hahaha!"
"Idiot, he just made a tomb to worship his dead companions."
"Unfortunately, the image of the mirage is too blurry and I can't see clearly what he wrote."
In the midst of disaster and desperate situation, a large group of people are fighting among themselves and competing for survival resources. Suddenly, a scene appears, in which humans are offering sacrifices to the dead, which brings a subtle and incompatible feeling.
In the end, the people of Yin and Yang couldn't think of words and could only curse: "It's so pretentious. He is only one person and has no companions at all, so he can only sacrifice to the dead. If he had companions, he would still fight among himself."
"It's not a big deal, it can even be said to be self-psychological compensation for taking away the deceased's property."
"You can squirt even if you do this, I'll go fuck you and make you psychological compensation."
All history is human history, from the East African savannah to the Bering Strait, from the Paleolithic Age to the Information Age, the sun is still the same sun, and the world has always been the same world.
But people's hearts have changed many times.
Washington time zone, at nine o'clock in the evening, Harvard University, parapsychology professor Peter Greer issued a Bluebird tweet: "What is a human being and what is civilization? If the laws that a person respects in his heart are destroyed by reality, if a person is
If you collapse in a disaster, what will be left of mankind’s great dream?”
"The reason gods, heroes and poets exist is to give the human alliance the hope and illusion it needs to survive."
"When the world is no longer generous, where should we go? Where is our pride? When humans in the mysterious zone die, what kind of punishment will the world bring to us?"
He seemed to be referring to something vaguely, but did not say it outright.
This stirred up a hornet's nest and attracted a lot of firepower from trolls: "Who do you think you are? If you want to be a superior moral policeman, are you a god, a hero, a poet, or a priest?"
"Wake up, you're just a nerd."
Of course, there are also some rational voices that are seriously discussing the issue.
"Professor, I have a big question. What does the emergence of mirage mean? There is not much difference between various comments on the Internet and the performance of the team in mirage."
"So, humans are just a bunch of people."
"God's revelation means nothing."
Some people are reveling in the doomsday: "Speed up, hurry up! I want to see rivers of blood!"
However, no matter how many inquiries posted by netizens, the parapsychology professor has no comments.
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It was getting late, and after packing all the luggage, it was already evening.
There are towering trees with straight and thick trunks, and the overwhelming palm leaves stretch in mid-air like clouds from the sky descending on the island.
Zhang Ming found a big withered tree in the tall jungle. There were no leaves on it. He didn't have to worry about being blown into pieces by a sudden high-altitude object.
The diameter of the dead tree is more than 20 meters, and there is a small sunken tree hole.
"Let's set up a tent here and listen to the radio. It's around six o'clock in the evening. There might be satellite radio."
After debugging the radio, a "sizzling" sound sounded.
Debug carefully.
There is a sound!
"Good evening, dear listeners... I am the announcer Li Xianfeng, and I will bring you first-hand news today."
"Dramatic changes are taking place around the world, and global earthquakes and volcanoes have not stopped (*current noise)...the economy is shut down..."
"Most of our country is in a non-seismic zone...the disasters suffered are relatively limited..."
"As an industrial country with the most complete industrial chain, we have sufficient capabilities... to ensure that all people... are united... (Zi Zi)..."
Listening to the radio makes me more energetic at work.
Humans are indeed animals that need social interaction.
This Li Xianfeng may be the only human being that he can come into contact with in the future. Zhang Ming wishes this guy could chat more.
"The cause of the global disaster has not yet been identified..."
"Scholars have proposed several different hypotheses..."