Twenty-five hours have passed since the production crew was trapped.

The wave of public opinion aroused by this incident in all walks of life has fermented rapidly, and has become more and more powerful as time goes by. From social networking sites to mainstream media, related reports have flooded in, ranging from popular science articles and scientific conjectures related to this, to analysis and compilation of search and rescue strategies and routes, to risk assessment for program crew members in distress. A huge flow of information is surging on the Internet, pushing the heat of this matter to higher levels time and time again.

All the trapped stars received great attention, with countless prayers and blessings filling up their Weibo comments. Even the insults and implicit comments under the Weibo of Meng Mingxuan, who was blackened by the entire network, were suppressed by the prayers from rational passers-by. The program team’s Weibo was not so lucky. Fans of the trapped stars swarmed into it, harshly holding them accountable for their serious failures in risk assessment and terrible loopholes in safety assurance. The huge pressure of public opinion forced the program team to issue several apology letters and statements, promising to mobilize all manpower and material resources to search for all program participants and thoroughly investigate the dereliction of duty of relevant personnel.

This media frenzy put enormous pressure on the search and rescue team.

However, the huge chasm before them could not be crossed overnight, and the inefficiency of pure human search was extremely difficult to overcome. Although Han Li's full support in terms of manpower and material resources enabled them to more than double the search range within the same estimated time, the unsearched part still occupied 80% of the map's area.

The danger of being trapped in a primeval forest shrouded in fog increases exponentially with the passage of time. Every second of delay in rescuing people pushes the trapped people one step closer to death. All workers are working hard to race against time.

In the hotel's top floor luxury box.

Han Li sat alone at the table, the cigarette between his fingertips seemed to have not moved for a long time. A wisp of light blue smoke rose from the cigarette butt, swirling upwards. The shaky cigarette ash stopped in mid-air, and a scarlet spark burned slowly upwards.

Several company documents were stacked on the table and a folder was spread out in front of him. The obscure words and complex data were mixed into a blurry shadow in the dim light. A huge map was folded and placed in the corner. Countless marks and annotations densely covered the blank edges, and the slightly wrinkled corners were curled up, obviously it had been read more times than he imagined.

Han Li lowered his eyes and casually glanced at the folder spread out in front of him, flipping through it with a lack of interest.

The problems in City E are not that serious.

It was just that the top management of several branches made some wrong decisions in succession, which disrupted the subsequent development plan he had originally formulated. When they saw that Han Li actually flew from the headquarters to deal with it in person, they all treated it as a major enemy and put in all their effort to deal with it. In just half a day, they got the company back on track.

Han Li flicked off the ashes, and the embers that had been burned into light gray fell from his fingertips and into the ashtray.

He doesn't smoke often.

But I often light one and hold it between my fingers, just to watch it burn quietly.

——Cigarettes reminded him of that person.

I don’t know my name, I don’t know what I look like, I don’t know my past, I don’t know my future.

Han Li didn't know how to address him, so he had to refer to him as "that person" - he couldn't deny that the reason why he came to City E in person and stayed for a long time after finishing the company's affairs was because he always held a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that Meng Mingxuan would be the person he expected, but all the spies and investigations he sent out clearly showed that Meng Mingxuan had never undergone much change in his personality, and everyone around him also said that they had never found anything strange or out of common sense in Meng Mingxuan.

But... that strange sense of familiarity kept pushing him from one extreme to another.

This tiny glimmer of hope ignited in the dark abyss of complete hopelessness is the most tormenting, as if every moment he is being burned and tormented between doubt and expectation.

Han Li frowned in annoyance and put out the cigarette that was about to burn his fingertips.

The crumpled cigarette butt was thrown to the bottom of the ashtray full of ash, together with several other cigarettes.

Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Han Li answered the phone. The voice from the other end of the phone was blurry and intermittent due to signal interference, but the message contained in the words made Han Li's eyes light up - the search and rescue team found some of the crew members.

He suppressed his turbulent emotions and asked in his usual cold tone:

"Which ones were rescued?"

Captain Liu's tired voice could not hide his joy: "If President Han needs it, I will send you the list later. Thank you very much for your support and help this time. Otherwise, we would not be able to rescue the trapped people so quickly..."

Han Li didn't hear a word of the enthusiastic and polite words he said next.

Shortly after hanging up the phone, the list was sent over by Captain Liu.

Han Li hurriedly scrolled down the list, was stunned for a few seconds, and then read it carefully again.

……No.

Meng Mingxuan was not among them.

However, the names of the two wilderness survival instructors were listed on the list, which could only mean that the program crew was dispersed, and that there were no professionals in the trapped team that Meng Mingxuan was in.

Han Li's expression gradually turned cold, and a hint of sinister intent flashed in his dark eyes.

He put his phone in his pocket, picked up his suit jacket from behind, and stood up.

The sudden severe pain in his knee caused Han Li to stagger involuntarily.

Han Li frowned imperceptibly, reached out to take the cane leaning against the table, and slowly straightened up.

City E is close to the mountains, and coupled with the strange fog on the Yunwu Mountains, the entire city was shrouded in thick and damp air, which also made his legs ache uncontrollably - this old injury has been tormenting him continuously for the past decade, and it is now even worse.

He took out his cell phone and called Zhao Jun, asking him to drive the car over.

"Okay Mr. Han, where are we going?"

"The rescue tent at the foot of the mountain." Han Li paused and added: "... to express condolences."

The rapids in the mountains rushed between the rocks, making an endless gurgling sound, which was particularly clear and loud in the silent mist.

After listening to this sound for nearly two days, no matter how pleasant it was, it always made people feel annoyed.

The group of people groped their way forward with difficulty in the fog with almost zero visibility, walking on the shallows along the flow of the river. The passage of time had become very vague, and they could only use the changes in the depth of the fog to determine when they should rest and when to set off.

Shen Kong, who was walking in the front, spoke very little. Unless necessary, he seldom communicated with his teammates. Even if he did, it was only some concise and concise command sentences.

For example, "go" or "stop".

The expression on his face was equally pitiful, his face was cold and indifferent, as if only the milky white mist surrounding him could be seen in his eyes.

But in the eyes of others, the deterrent brought by this unfamiliar Meng Mingxuan is much greater than being trapped in the mountains.

He seemed to have a sense of distance. His voice and gaze were cold and hard like metal. The bloody and murderous aura emanating from his bones made everyone silent. The sense of danger brought by the wild beasts in the mountains could not match him. Even the most stubborn Zhuang Xiangyang did not dare to talk to him.

Their attitude towards Meng Mingxuan quickly evolved from admiration and confusion at the beginning to awe and fear.

No one dared to ask him any questions, and even when his eyes swept over them, they couldn't help holding their breath. Only before retiring at night, when Chen Kong left for sentry or hunting, would everyone breathe a sigh of relief and finally relax. His image in everyone's mouths became more and more mysterious. Some people thought he might be a government agent on a mission, some speculated that he might be a gangster who was hiding his identity, and of course there was Zhuang Xiangyang's unreliable time-travel theory - but everyone scoffed at his speculation.

Zhuang Xiangyang expressed that he felt very aggrieved.

Of course, no matter what the conclusion is, everyone tacitly agrees on one point:

——Meng Mingxuan definitely had his reasons for disguising himself, and none of them wanted to be silenced for talking too much.

So, absolutely don’t tell anyone anything!

Before Shen Kong knew it, and before he had time to use any "special means", his eyewitnesses had all sealed their mouths and were almost about to swear to the heavens in front of him.

As they walked faster, the flow of the river around them gradually slowed down. The huge rocks that lay across the river gradually disappeared, replaced by small stones and flat river beaches. The road under their feet became smoother and smoother, and the number of times they were tripped by complex terrain became less and less. The noisy and huge sound of the water impact also slowly became quiet, flowing slowly and calmly in the mist.

Chen Kong suddenly stopped and gestured for silence.

The people behind him were also startled and stopped obediently, huddling together as quietly as chickens, for fear of disturbing the judgment of the big man in front.

Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and listened carefully to the movements in the fog.

Not long after, everyone heard the noise not far away.

——It sounds like... footsteps...?

They were stunned for a while, and a vague outline slowly emerged from the thick fog ahead. As the footsteps approached, they became clearer and clearer, until everyone finally recognized their uniforms and the large words on their chests:

Search and rescue team.

The feeling of surviving a disaster suddenly came over everyone, and they couldn't help but relax, their faces showing joy, and they quickened their pace to move forward.

The next second——

Meng Mingxuan's expression, which was almost indifferent, suddenly changed. His delicate features wrinkled instantly, and mist accumulated in his amber cat eyes. It seemed that he had suffered despair and torture, and finally broke down emotionally after being rescued, venting all his grievances:

"You, why did you guys come just now! Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ran Wan: “…”

Zhuang Xiangyang: “…”

Photographers: “…”

——Damn, that’s so cool.

The author has something to say: I just said yesterday that the update time is not fixed.

Fixed update today.

What kind of invincible flag skill is this?