Lin's hands were still tied in his later years, but he could achieve take-off by swinging them back and forth.
After surfacing with difficulty, he opened his eyes and breathed deeply. There was water in his eyes and it was difficult to see things. He relaxed for a while and then he could see clearly that there was an island in front of him.
From his perspective, the trees there were tall and a light mist was floating above them, like ferocious beasts with fangs, which was indescribably eerie.
The current plot is taking place on that island. There are man-eating sea hands on the seabed, and no other islands can be found. Is there any choice?
After swimming to the shallow water, Lin Wannian looked at the people of different appearances who were coming ashore one after another. He put his hands into the water, but a dagger appeared in his hand. In a few seconds, the rope broke. He took back the dagger and pretended to cut the rope by rubbing it on a stone, while observing the island.
There are many wild coconut trees planted in front of the beach, and further in is a tall and dense woodland. It looks just like any other island.
He lowered his eyes and pondered the system prompt: Live broadcast?
There should be a monitor, right?
He glanced at a trumpet hanging from a coconut tree.
And this time on the dark web.
The real-life escape for these people began the moment they fell into the water.
The number of comments in the live broadcast room increased to tens of thousands, and they watched this live broadcast anonymously, which was more realistic than a movie.
"Has the live broadcast started yet?"
"good"
"I'm really looking forward to it."
"I hope these hundreds of people are more lively than the last time, so that my $10,000 ticket won't be wasted."
"It's really exciting to see them struggling to survive."
"Damn, this man-eating sea hand scares me every time I see it. Once it pulls people in, they're gone. Tsk tsk."
"On the Island of Death, no one can escape. I hope they can survive longer, that would be interesting."
"Let's bet on which country will survive to the end."
"..."
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lin Wannian quickly climbed out of the water, took off his shirt, wrung out the water, and shook his pants.
I walked further in and came to a patch of tall grass. I broke off a branch, took it under the sun, and hung up clothes to dry.
The salty taste of the sea water felt very uncomfortable when it seeped into his body. He wiped his burning neck and planned to walk into the woods to find fresh water for a bath.
But before that.
Lin Wannian looked at the people walking towards him. The person in the lead had an oriental face and looked at Lin Wannian very kindly: "You are also Chinese, right? I'm from Xizhou City."
Lin Wannian looked at the blacks, whites or other Chinese people who had formed a group not far away.
Apparently, only a dozen or so Chinese people survived.
In an unfamiliar environment with a variety of mixed languages, finding a species with the same language will make communication less difficult and the probability of survival will be slightly higher than others.
"I'm from Nanzhou City." Lin Wannian answered him.
"Hello, hello, my name is Wang Donghao."
"Lin's later years."
“…”
After introducing each other, they learned about each other's situations and found out that most of them were deceived by their bosses to go abroad and were kidnapped. When they woke up, they were already on that ship.
They sat together and began to speculate about the island.
Wang Donghao was drawing on the sand with a branch in his hand: "I was in Cambodia and was unconscious for about a day or two. Now I am starving."
“I’m going to Singapore.”
“I’m Malaysian.”
“I’m going to Thailand.”
"Myanmar."
“…”
More than a dozen people said where they wanted to go, all of which were Southeast Asian countries.
Wang Donghao drew a circle, looked at the angle of the sun, calculated the longitude and latitude, drew a circle, pointed here and said, "Then we should be in one of the two seas, the Bay of Bengal or the Gulf of Thailand."
"Does anyone know this island?"
"From the sound of the radio, they don't want us to leave at all."
"I have a wife and children."
When talking about their concerns, the grown men couldn't help feeling sad.
The three young women in the team remained quiet.
The bespectacled man Chen An pushed up his glasses and said, "I accidentally saw this island on the dark web. This island is the island of death. There is no chance for anyone who enters to leave alive."
"Isle of Death?"
"Yes. This island is called the Island of Death and is also known as the Island of the Cursed. It was discovered by an adventurer from Dufet. In addition to those real tentacles, there are also sharks and ferocious giant piranhas in the sea."
Chen An said this and looked towards the island.
Everyone followed his gaze and looked over.
He continued, "There are many unknown hungry creatures on the island."
As they listened, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts.
At this time, deep in the island, vines were entangled in the woods, red dots flashed from time to time in the dark, and the dense weeds suddenly moved, and only rustling sounds of friction could be heard. At this moment, the vines wrapped around the trees obviously squirmed, and then quickly returned to normal.
"However, everything people do here will be broadcast live to the rich people who pay for it on the dark web."
Chen An didn't say anything else.
Lin Wannian listened to his words, looked up at him, and suddenly asked: "Have you read the contents?"
Chen An immediately retorted, "How is that possible? It would cost $10,000 to go in and take a look. If I had that much money, I could pay off the mortgage for three or four years."
"In that case, our life and death have been determined since we were kidnapped?" said Xu Ya, the long-haired woman.
"Yes, that's the case at present."
"But now that we are missing, can our country help us?" someone asked with hope.
"Do you know Loli Island?" Qian Duoduo, a girl with twin ponytails asked.
Lin Wannian and others looked at her and listened to what she said.
"The underage children on Loli Island come from all over the world, including children who were trafficked here. Do you think the trafficked children can be found?"
Everyone was silent.
They are undoubtedly the adult version of being kidnapped. They are not in their own country, so the government and the embassy can only spread publicity. As for whether they can be found, it is undoubtedly left to fate.
If the children of Lolita Island are for the elite to play with, then their current situation is similar, for the rich to watch, and death is only a matter of time.
Lin put on his coat in his later years: "We are just waiting to starve to death, so we might as well find something to fill our stomachs first and live one day at a time."
He hasn't waited for 077 to come yet, so he doesn't know what the mission is, but there will be nothing wrong with staying alive.
"Yeah, let's try some coconut first." Wang Donghao also said.
Although he was a man of more than 30 years old and was very scared, he felt convinced when he saw how calm this young man Lin Wannian was, and he thought it would be right to follow him.
"Okay." The others had no objections and started to get busy.
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