Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 8
It was true that there was not even a ray of light in the shadows outside, Zhou Hui looked back inexplicably irritatedly, and continued to disperse the cold fire in front of him.

Because he just woke up, he only felt every trace of air-conditioning surrounding him, making his body feel abnormally cold.

He added a few fire-resistant hardwoods to the fire without cherishing it, but it didn't bring much temperature, it just burst into flames and the flames rose a little bit.

This reminded Zhou Hui of the very warm and even hot temperatures during the day.

Obviously, the sun is so hot in the daytime, exuding an unimaginable temperature every minute and every second, the sun is exposing everything on the beach, if the body is piled in the warm sand, that kind of feeling is so amazing comfortable.

But at night, why is the temperature so cold? Can't the temperature be averaged during the day and night...

After tonight, tomorrow I must lie on the beach, let my body accept the heat in all directions, and I must be exposed to the sun for one, no, two hours...

Comforting himself in his heart, the palms of his two hands finally became warmer, but the raindrops that kept ticking inside the tent reminded him all the time that the rain hadn't stopped yet.

About half an hour later, Zhou Hui's body moved forward, and at the same time, the firewood on the ground was transferred to the small iron pot.

It wasn't because he had nothing to do so that he was so boring, it was because the rainwater had soaked the entire tent floor, and there was no place to put the firewood.

The flames were rising, and the firewood had decreased a lot compared to before. What made Zhou Hui feel confused was that the rain was still heavy, and it even had a tendency to become heavier.

Now he really has no preparations. If God is ruthless and it rains at night, if it still rains in the daytime, when the firewood is burned out and the tent is completely falling apart, he will really have to endure the rain.

Just as Zhou Hui was thinking this way, the sound of dripping rain suddenly became more intense.

From two leaks to three leaks.

Then, in a short time, before he even had time to turn his head, a few more rain-laden leaves fell into the tent from above and started dripping rain too.

Suddenly, Zhou Hui felt wet on his right shoulder, dripping with raindrops.

Looking up at the raindrops above his right shoulder, Zhou Hui silently shifted his body a little distance to the left, making sure that his right shoulder would not touch the raindrops again, and then continued to silently lean against the flame.

After a while, the sky outside became a little brighter.

The bad thing is that the rain began to increase significantly, and the dense rainwater quickly dripped on the tent, making a crackling sound.

Zhou Hui frowned subconsciously. He doubted that under such rain, those tents barely covered with leaves would not be able to last for a long time. He was afraid that the whole tent would fall apart before long.

No, it's not that it won't be long, the tent is already falling apart... Zhou Hui thought so as he looked at another fallen leaf.

After a while, rain began to leak in many places, and one was even next to the fire.

Half an hour later, the rain continued to increase, and the place where the rain leaked turned into dripping rain at the same speed. The leaves on the entire tent were crackling, and it seemed that they would collapse at any moment.

An hour later, a flash of lightning flashed across the half-black and half-bright sky, and the entire island was dazzled pale.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Hui threw the last handful of firewood into the fire. At this moment, the tent turned into a "water curtain hole", with rain leaking and raining everywhere.

Slap it!
Two leaves with raindrops fell into the fire at once, making a sizzling sound in the burning flames, and then, rain began to drip from directly above, directly aiming at the fire.

Zhou Hui watched numbly the raindrops dripping into the flames, suppressing the flames, and then he realized that he quickly picked up a leaf from the ground and placed it in mid-air.

The rain fell on the leaves, and then followed the slope, trickled down to the tops of the leaves, then flowed down, and finally fell to the fire, barely touching the flames.

Just like that, Zhou Hui kept raising his hands numbly, making the raindrops deviate from the track.

The body didn't have much strength, but after a while, his arms began to ache, and even the originally numb emotions were disturbed. In other words, Zhou Hui couldn't help but be numb even if he wanted to, because the soreness in his hands kept reminding him.

Gradually, his arms became numb and sore, but it was still uncomfortable. Zhou Hui panted heavily, looking at the rain outside the tent that had not abated until now, and gradually became anxious in his heart.

How long will it rain? !

What time will it be light? !

Will there be no sun today because of the rain?
The flame was quickly extinguished, if this continues, how long can I persist?

……

One question after another came to mind, but how could he have the answer.

Only new drops of rain fell on me again.

Feeling the rain falling on his neck, Zhou Hui had nowhere to move, so he could only let the cold rain fall on his neck.

Gradually, the flame began to shrink.

Seeing that the fire was getting smaller, Zhou Hui touched the cold water on his neck in annoyance. With a cruel heart, he pulled the weeds blocking the entrance of the tent, began to tear the weeds, and threw them on the pile.

As soon as the weeds were thrown on the flames, they began to burn violently. Streams of flames climbed the branches of the branches, and suddenly went up the current. The fuel was completely covered by the flames, and it directly became a fire and flames. Hot fireballs!
Zhou Hui held the branch in one hand and pressed the firewood hard to prevent the flames from burning him, and held the leaf in the other hand to guide the falling trajectory of the rain above.

At the same time, the rain was still dripping from his neck, and his back was drenched. In addition, the cold wind poured in from time to time because he tore off the withered grass blocking the entrance of the tent, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. cold.

The outside is getting brighter, but the rain is also getting heavier.

When he got here, Zhou Hui had already decided to let go of the hand that was dragging the rain.

Because, there is already more than one leaking hole above the fire, and the leaking rain has now turned into rain!
Seeing the flames being extinguished, suppressed, and destroyed by the rainwater above, Zhou Hui let go of the hand dragging the rainwater in desperation, just watched the flames keep bubbling, and let the many holes on the top of his head like this, It kept raining, falling on my body.

Now, his hair was soaked by the rain, and almost his whole body was wet.

The flames were quickly extinguished by rain.

Looking at the rainwater gradually emerging from the ground, Zhou Hui thought of the clear pool he encountered during the day. It was obviously stagnant water, but it was so clear and clean. Now, he finally had the answer.

I took the rainwater for 1 minute with both hands, then held it in my mouth, and drank it. There was no peculiar smell, and it was indeed delicious, but it was still too cold.

The amount of rain remained unabated, and it rained in many places inside the tent. Soon, the tent would collapse. In addition, Zhou Hui was soaked all over, so it was no different from the outside.

However, the tent can also block the wind, so there is still some difference and function, isn't it?
Just when he was thinking this way, he suddenly heard the sound of something collapsing, and then the sound of rain falling.

Then——a ball of rain suddenly covered Zhou Hui's head.

Clap!
Like a punctured water balloon, it hit Zhou Hui directly on the top of his head, spread out, completely, without deviation at all, all, and evenly sprinkled on his body.

There was a big hole in the roof of the tent, soaked in morning light and rain.

And the penetrating rain still drenched Zhou Hui's head.

"..."

"Perhaps this is already the worst scenario, and it won't be worse than this." Just when Zhou Hui instinctively thought this way, the tent suddenly expanded a little in his line of sight.

Then, bam!
The backbone of the tent, that is, the small tree, broke free from the shackles of the hemp rope, and rose violently in the falling rain, regaining its freedom.

At the place just now, only Zhou Hui was left silently squatting in the rainforest alone amidst the rain and scattered leaves.

After a few seconds...

Under Zhou Hui's expressionless gaze, the rain stopped for a moment.

(End of this chapter)