Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 42 The Cold Wind
The last piece of tender white coconut was put into his mouth, and the slightly sweet and tender deliciousness immediately bloomed on his tongue. Zhou Hui subconsciously stretched out his hand to the coconut shell again, but it was really the last piece just now, so he grabbed it empty.

Regretfully putting half of the coconut shell on the sand, Zhou Hui looked brightly at the remaining coconuts hanging on the coconut tree.

He counted carefully, no more, no less, exactly seven.

After counting like this, there is no way any little coconut crab can steal his coconut right under his nose!

Of course, if a coconut crab is delivered to the door and he catches it on the spot, he is still very welcome.

Resisting the urge to hit another one with the reef, Zhou Hui forced himself to divert his attention and boil the uncooked kelp from yesterday for today's breakfast, so that only one of the two kelp brought yesterday remained.

While boiling the kelp, he went into the island forest to check, and found that the fresh water in the puddle he visited yesterday had disappeared today, leaving only the wet mud.

This is not good news.

While eating, Zhou Hui looked up at the same clear sky as yesterday, without a single cloud in sight.

Under the current conditions, he kind of missed the torrential rain that rained two days ago, so that he would no longer have to work hard to obtain fresh water, and he could directly accept God's gift.

Well, if there is a loss, there is a gain, and if there is a gain, there is a loss. In fact, there are other risks when there is fresh water in rainy days. This sentence is really suitable here.

No longer pinning his hopes on fantasy, and quickly finishing a not-so-rich breakfast, Zhou Hui walked on the beach, looking for useful items by the sea, hoping to resolve the problem of fresh water.

In fact, he knows one, and only one, simplest method, which is nothing more than filling an iron pot with sea water and boiling it, and then placing a plastic bag on the iron pot, allowing the evaporated water vapor to adhere to the plastic bag and gradually form water droplets , and then press out one or two low points of the plastic bag, and connect it with coconut shells.

He remembered that he learned this trick from the wilderness survival program.

It is very simple and the easiest method to think of. The disadvantage is that the efficiency is too low.

If you want fresh water in a small iron pot, you probably don't have to go anywhere else all day, just stay by the fire and boil water.

Soon, he found an undamaged long white plastic bag on the beach. It was very long, and he didn't know if it was made of film or other materials.

For the first time, Zhou Hui didn't fill the small iron pot with seawater at once, but filled a small half pot first, intending to conduct a simple experiment.

The iron pot was still boiling on the fire, and the plastic film was supported by long wooden sticks found everywhere in the woods, a total of four.

If the long plastic film is lying flat to cover the pot, it can cover more than two pots, so Zhou Hui’s idea is to place the plastic film on the top of the iron pot and tilt it so that the part of the plastic film completely covers the corresponding space above the mouth of the iron pot , four branches are inserted in the sand, and the four corners of the rectangular plastic film are wrapped around the branches to fix it. Of course, it needs to be tied with long weeds.

Finally, take a few small stones and press them on the bottom of the slope of the plastic sheeting. On top of the plastic sheeting is a depression made with stones. Under the depression, place a coconut bowl, and wait for the water vapor evaporated from the seawater to adhere to the plastic sheeting. , forming water droplets, the water droplets will naturally slide down in the recess, and finally drip into the coconut bowl.

The fresh water harvester is probably ready.

It seems that there is no problem.

Nodding in satisfaction, the next step is to wait for the result, but the waiting time should not be wasted. Zhou Hui pulled out a spear stuck in the sand and walked towards the woods.

He expected to find new fruits and vegetables in unknown places in the woods, just like he found the only edible banana on the island before.

As he walked, he thought of last night, and remembered the gray rabbit that frightened him last night.

The island lacks animals, but it does not lack plants. Rabbits eat grass. There should be many rabbits on the island.

However, he didn't see a lot of rabbits when he came to the island, but he did see some traces last night and the occasional few days ago.

While thinking like this, Zhou Hui stopped suddenly, because he saw the trace of the rabbit again.

Not bunny footprints, not bunny hair, not a whole cute bunny, but...

A snow-white skull.

Seeing the snow-white bone accidentally stepped under his feet, and looking at the two hollow and strange bone eye sockets, Zhou Hui's right eyelid twitched instinctively.

Even though this was an animal and not of the same kind, he was still startled and his heart beat violently.

Why have I only seen bones in the past two days... Thinking that it was probably the bones of wild boars brought back yesterday, Zhou Hui looked at the snow-white skull on the ground with some doubts.

After hesitating for a moment, he still reached out and picked it up.

The skull in his hand is white without any flesh, so the time of death is probably longer than the bones found before. After all, the bones of the whole body still have hard meat slag attached to it. The next lonely skull.

Maybe this rabbit was eaten by that wild boar, and the bones were thrown here. In the end, he came up with such a seemingly useless answer.

Putting the skull on the ground inexplicably and carefully, Zhou Hui glanced left and right, only to feel that the peaceful forest around him was more secluded, and there seemed to be countless pairs of emotionless eyes hidden behind the patches of vegetation.

move on……

Fear is an unavoidable emotion, but reason told him that the rabbit just now had died many years ago, and even if it was dangerous, it had vanished into thin air by now, and it was no longer a threat.

After another easy grass walk, he found some broken weeds, probably from last night's rabbit.

After that, he didn't meet anything again, which relieved his mood and made him no longer nervous.

The mood eased quickly, but it only lasted until he looked at the skeleton of another wild boar.

A broken wild boar skeleton.

Zhou Hui moved his throat, and unconsciously grasped the wood grass in his hand, even his back felt cold.

He had the urge to turn around and walk away.

But the biggest question is, he is the only one on the island, where can he go to escape all this, or will he never pass through this place?
In the end, Zhou Hui bit the bullet, moved his right eyelid, and slowly walked over with Mu Mao facing forward.

There is no need to confirm the death of this skeleton, because even if it has some meat, it is not as good as the dry one on the beach, and only the scum is left. Even if there are shriveled dark red internal organs inside, the rotten smell has dissipated , it seems that this skeleton also died for a long time.

The difference is that not only the head of this skeleton disappeared, but one of the front legs was also broken, and even a hind leg disappeared from the back, half of the body disappeared!
But this is not what attracted him the most, Zhou Hui examined it carefully, and finally, he touched one of the ribs with his hand:
"There seems to be a bit of gnawing marks..."

Zhou Hui stood up, took a breath, and looked around calmly. Even this skeleton had been dead for a long time, even though he hadn't noticed any signs of danger on this deserted island before.

Then, just after he walked a few steps, he saw a muddy pit not far ahead. The muddy pit was probably left after the puddle dried up.

And on the mud pit, there is a pool of... very dazzling bright red.

This time, Zhou Hui had no thought of escaping. He just carefully observed his surroundings. Even though there was no one else around, he still didn't show any expression. It seemed that he was not afraid at all, and he also seemed to be pretending not to be afraid.

It's just that no matter how much you hide it, no matter how calm your face is, you can't hide the trembling of fear in the depths of your pupils.

Approaching the mud pool, with his head down, he saw a puddle of blood dried up on the brown mud. He saw a few short gray hairs that were half-stained red on the dry dark red mud. Very deep animal footprints.

The animal's footprints were in two halves, and the footprints were really deep and a bit big. He thought that the last heavy rain was the day before, and even if there were footprints before, they must have been washed away by the heavy rain.

Zhou Hui stood where he was, in the green forest full of sunlight, like a statue, silently watching the blood and strange footprints on the mud, not moving for a long time.

In this tropical region like June, on such a small island that is getting hotter and hotter, the gentle breeze around is so icy cold...

(End of this chapter)