Qi Zhen and Dr. Han walked there, while Xia Chuhe and Lu Dangui arrived a little faster by bicycle.

When the two arrived at the sampling point, Dr. Han was drilling holes with a spiral drill.

Qi Zhen looked anxious as he checked each instrument to see if it was working properly.

Upon seeing Xia Lu and the other person approach, Qi Zhen frowned and said, "The fuel tank is exposed."

She shone her flashlight on the ground and saw a pale yellow stain.

Qi Zhen turned the light to the small hole on the fuel tank, a small, indented hole with rough edges, not made by human tools, but as if it had been smashed by some kind of horned animal.

Xia Chuhe removed the skis hanging from the back of the motorcycle: "It's okay. On the way back, the three of you can squeeze into the motorcycle. I'll hang the skis on the back and pull myself back."

"Okay, cough cough, thank you for your hard work." Qi Zhen said, then coughed violently again.

Xia Chuhe noticed the abnormal flush on her face: "Are you sick?"

"I'm fine."

Xia Chuhe reached out and touched Qi Zhen's forehead, and Qi Zhen did not dodge.

She has a fever.

...

The director, satisfied with capturing the complete aurora, immediately retreated into the car.

A bunch of fools, braving the freezing cold to get out of the car, when it's much more comfortable inside—warm, bright, and with plenty of food.

The only downside is being alone, which inevitably makes one feel fearful.

The director slowly flipped through the footage shot after arriving in the polar regions to pass the time.

After an unknown amount of time, a "beep beep beep" notification sounded in the carriage.

The director glanced at it and saw that the oil was almost gone.

Strange, I set off with a full tank of gas, it shouldn't have run out of gas so quickly.

The director opened the trunk, picked up the fuel can, and only when he went to refuel did he discover that there was a small hole in the fuel tank, and fuel was leaking all over the ground.