I live in a desert island property

Zhang Ming hugged the radio and the tent tightly, and could not help but burst into tears: "This brother or sister, I owe you this life, and I will pay it back in the next life."

The following packages were opened 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 peppers and chicken feet. , fermented bean curd, hot pot base and other Chinese seasonings.

There are also basic tools like scissors and a knife.

But Zhang Ming's tense heartstrings have not been calmed down for a long time.

It was as if there was a breath of depression stuck in his chest, making him unable to breathe. If he didn't do something, this depression would be blocked forever.

These luggage are all lost lives, transformed into his property.

The last box was still a bag of clothes, some English-written contracts in the folder, and five thousand dollars in cash.

All blind boxes have been opened.

"Not counting the ham, the food is expected to last for 10 days."

"Water is about 10 days old."

"A total of $270,000 in banknotes... alas."

Zhang Ming was silent for a moment, dug a small hole, put some clothes into it, and made a small clothes tomb.

He also moved a large coconut to the pit as a tombstone.

Write a few lines of small characters on the coconut skin with a marker pen: "DS898 Flight, Tomb of the Crashed Personnel."

"The only survivor, Zhang Ming, sacrifice."

"20***month** day."

After doing all this, the blocked depression slowly disappeared.

He raised his head and looked at the red sea of ​​clouds winding for thousands of miles. At the end of the sky, that bit of maple red turned into a deep black nothingness.

The reason why the ritual can 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 gift.

I will live with your hope.

must.

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"A serious internal strife broke out in the No. 7 Mirage ship, and a small number of people were locked up!"

"Unfortunately, no lives were lost"

After all, it was only the second day of being trapped in the mysterious area, and the inertia from civilized society still existed, and a group of netizens who wanted to eat big melons felt disappointed.

People can't wait to see blood flow into rivers, but never thought that this is just the epitome of disaster.

When a disaster really happens, hundreds of people, thousands of people, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of people, in fact, are all like this.

Soon, someone else focused on the No. 16 Mirage.

The survivor on the lonely island set up a coconut by the sea and wrote a few lines of text.

When they saw a few lines of text on the coconut, a large group of people on the external network were immediately puzzled and gloated.

"Look, he's gone crazy!"

"He mistook coconuts for humans! hahaha!"

"Idiot, he just made a tomb for his dead companions."

"It's a pity that the picture of the mirage is too blurry to see what he wrote."

In the midst of disaster and desperation, a large group of people are scrambling for survival resources, and a scene suddenly appears, human beings are offering sacrifices to the dead, which brings a subtle sense of incompatibility.

In the end, the yin and yang people couldn't think of words and could only curse: "Pretending to be pretentious, he has only one person and 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."

"It can also be sprayed, I can go to your mother's psychological compensation."

All history is the history of people, from the East African prairie 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 that world.

But people's hearts have changed many times.

Washington time zone, 9 p.m., Harvard University, Peter Greer, a professor of parapsychology, tweeted Bluebird: "What is a man and what is a civilization? If the laws that one respects in one's heart are destroyed by reality, if one is in the Self falls in disaster, so what is left of the great dream of mankind?"

"The reason gods, heroes, and poets exist is to give the Allies of Man the hope and illusion they need to survive."

"When the world is no longer generous, where should we go? Where is our pride? When the humans in the mysterious area die, what kind of punishment will the world bring to us?"

He seemed to be referring to something vaguely, but he didn't say it outright.

This stabbed a hornet's nest and attracted a lot of trolls' firepower: "Who do you think you are? Want to be a high-ranking moral police, 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 who are seriously discussing the issue.

"Professor, I have a big question. What exactly does the appearance of a mirage mean? There is not much difference between the various comments on the Internet and the performance of the team in the mirage."

"So, humans are just a mob."

"God's revelation means nothing."

Some people are carnival at the end of the day: "Speed ​​up, hurry up! I want to see blood flow into rivers!"

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 overwhelming palm leaves stretching in midair like clouds from the sky descending on the island.

In the tall jungle, Zhang Ming found a withered tree without any leaves on it, so he didn't have to worry about being bombarded by a sudden high-altitude parabolic.

The diameter of the dead tree is more than 20 meters, and there is a small tree hole sunken in.

"Let's set up a tent here and listen to the radio by the way. After six o'clock in the evening, maybe there will be satellite radio."

Debugging the radio, the sound of "Zi Zi" sounded.

Debugging carefully.

There is sound!

"Good evening, dear listeners... I am the announcer Li Xianfeng, and I will bring you the first-hand news today."

"Upheavals are happening around the world, global earthquakes and volcanoes are still on (*current murmurs)...Economy is shutting down..."

"Most parts of our country are in the non-earthquake 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 the people... unite as one...(Zizi)..."

Listening to the radio made me work more vigorously.

Humans are indeed social animals.

This Li Xianfeng might be the only human being that he could come into contact with in the future, and Zhang Ming wished that this guy could chat a little more.

"As for the cause of the global disaster, it has not yet been found out..."

"Scholars have put forward several different hypotheses..."