At noon on the second day, after a long ordeal, the tall grass finally covered everyone's heads.
The north of Hope City seemed like an endless ocean of tall grass. By noon, the only one who could clearly identify the direction was the captain floating in the air.
"Here, everyone, follow me, don't get separated."
"receive."
The repetitive scene washes over everyone's mind.
The super-powered people who tried hard to push aside the soft grass with their hands felt as if they had fallen into a quagmire with no end in sight.
The enthusiasm of the crowd is no longer as high as it was at the beginning, especially the "Bomber Man". Rather than playing with grass here, he would rather fight the monster face to face.
At least that wouldn't make him sleepy.
After a few more hours, the height of the withered grass leaves seemed to stop rising, and they finally stagnated at a height of nearly two meters.
This is a very awkward height, which is both tormenting and seems to leave a way out.
"Captain, there seems to be something wrong with our direction."
"Vansheng" shouted upward from below.
Nian looked at the sun gradually setting in the sky, confirmed the approximate position of the team and said:
"No problem, your sense of direction may have been disturbed to some extent."
Time came to night again, and this time, even the usually calm captain seemed a little depressed.
He was not afraid of anything, but he felt that the journey was almost halfway through and he had not gained anything, which made him a little sorry for the heavy burden on his shoulders.
"Still potatoes today?"
"Captain, I really think this thing is delicious. Why do you think those congressmen always hide such good things?"
Quicksand's question caused silence among the team members.
Even "Rambling", who is on good terms with the congressman, sometimes can't figure this out.
Although the land in Hope City is precious, it is not completely unsuitable for cultivation. However, the staple food of millions of people is just nutrient paste made from insects and exotic beasts.
It's hard not to be dissatisfied when food that should be enjoyed by everyone has become a high-priced commodity.
"Nian" did not directly answer this question, but gently tapped the chest of the combat suit, indicating that there was a working monitoring device there.
Everyone spent a boring dinner time. Today, the ones in charge of the night watch were "Bomber" and "Spread".
"I'll stay at the first half and you stay at the second half. That's just in time for breakfast. How about that?"
"No problem."
"We're still eating potatoes tomorrow?"
"That's fine with me."
The two men had a brief discussion, and the team in the tall grass fell into silence again.
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[On September 17, 52nd year of the New Era, the third day outside the city began. All members of the exploration team are alive and conscious. Everything is normal. We will continue to head north.]
The warm sunshine of early autumn shines through the grass and shines on everyone's face.
It was a peaceful night. The captain "Nian", who was on duty in the second half of the night, was recording the new day in his notebook. There was almost no sign of fatigue on his face and he looked particularly energetic.
The "bomber" who had just woken up from his sleep was packing up his sleeping bag, while the "quicksand" was using the embers of the campfire to preheat the plastic-wrapped nutritional paste.
This won't make it taste better, but at least it'll be warmer.
"Serve three, don't just heat your own."
"No buddy, you're a superpowered person who can create fire, and you still need someone to heat up your food for you?"
"I just burned it. Do you have any life experience?"
"No."
"Quicksand" and "Bomber" habitually quarreled with each other, and the nutrient paste in the ashes gradually heated up.
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"The captain is exhausted today. I have never seen his ability activated for such a long time... so you understand what I mean?"
As the evening came, the "Bomber" put a hand on the shoulder of the "Quicksand" that was causing the ground to surge and create a safe zone, and asked in a low voice.
"Quicksand" slightly changes the position of his hands pressing on the ground.
"Of course I understand. It's just the two of us keeping watch. It's not like we haven't done that before.
"The team can be without me, but not without the captain. Otherwise, no one can go back."
"Okay, then I'll guard the second half of the night, and you guard the first half.
"It just so happens that the bonfire will burn out in the second half of the night, and I can just add some more fuel to it then."
The two discussed the plan for the night watch, and the captain "Nian" had no idea about it.
It's already the third day and all team members are still alive. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?
Now there is only one goal, north, north, and continue north.
It was not until the moon was high in the night sky that the "quicksand" that had been walking around the edge of the safe zone again and again finally woke up the "bomber".
"It's your turn, it's your turn, you're going to be trapped to death."
"Why are you so weak..."
"What do you know? It's really exhausting to carve out a safe zone in these tall grasses."
"Okay, I won't argue with you, just go to bed."
Soon, regular, subtle snoring sounds were heard from "Quicksand's" sleeping bag. The "Bomber Man", who had been resting for the first half of the night, was keeping watch idly, and occasionally throwing a fireball into the infinite distance.
As time passed, the moon gradually moved to a halfway point in the sky.
In the deepest darkness before dawn, the bonfire went out silently.
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"Click, click, click."
What woke up "Nian" was the rhythmic cutting sound.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw his teammate "Quicksand" scraping a black stick with a knife.
Clusters of sparks were sliding down his scrape and falling onto the tinder below.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't mention it, Captain. The electric lighter we got from above is broken. Now we can only use the spare flint stuck in the back of that thing."
"Does that thing work?"
"I think I can. After all, this is how ancient humans made fire. I can't be worse than them."
"That's true. Don't forget my nutritional cream."
"clear."
"Nian" slowly crawled out of the sleeping bag, and his sanity was returning to his brain bit by bit.
Today is the fourth day out of the city, and continuing to explore Hope City to the north is an important task for their team.
Although these tall grasses may look ordinary, there is definitely something worth studying.
Looking at the sun rising in the east, "Nian" floated into the air to confirm the current position of his team and prepared to move forward after breakfast.
"Oh yeah, and this too."
He was floating in the air when he suddenly felt something hard hitting his chest. Reaching his hand into his combat suit, he quickly touched the hardcover notebook and opened the page with the pen.
Her memory seemed to have revived a little, and she wrote quickly:
[New Era Year 52, Day 4, alive, conscious, everything is normal, continue heading north.]
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