I live in a desert island property

"Wow, wow~"

The cirrus clouds block the scorching sun and bring a moment of shade; the waves beat against the rocky reefs on the shore, and the waves splash endlessly.

Zhang Ming opened his eyes and found himself lying on the soft sand.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

Severe dizziness came from his mind, making him involuntarily turn into a philosopher, asking the ultimate three questions of life.

Not far away lay a dilapidated plane. The nose, fuselage and tail were separated and broken into three sections. The metal scratches left on the beach told of the disasters that had happened.

"airplane……"

"Oh, the plane!"

The delirious Zhang Ming rubbed his temples with both hands, the dizziness gradually disappeared, and a lot of memories flooded his mind.

As a programmer, he worked in a company with good benefits, and miraculously won the first prize of the "Hawaii Ten-Day Tour" at the annual meeting!

Then the joy turned into sorrow. During the trip, the plane crashed.

The reason for the plane crash is also very strange.

According to the captain's explanation on the radio: "Passengers, during the voyage, the satellite signal was suddenly interrupted and the route deviated. It took us a long time to find the correct route."

"We're running out of fuel. We found an island and had to make an emergency landing. The chances of landing on the beach are not high. May God bless us."

As for the final result, it is what it looks like in front of you - the plane crashes and people die!

"Why is it happening like that!!!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming almost collapsed.

He felt that all the cells in his body stopped working; the heart stopped beating, the blood stopped flowing, the brain was blank, and even the spermatogonia, which had the ability to divide infinitely, stopped dividing.

The fabled trip to Hawaii, the dreamland of bears with big white legs, bikinis, essential oils, and sunscreen, suddenly turned into a plane crash.

What should I do with the tour group I booked for me? Can I get a refund? Does the captain eat shit and has to make an emergency landing on the beach?

If the GPS is not working, it will not switch to Beidou? !

Wait, did the insurance company pay for it? One million or ten million? A down payment on a house?

I miraculously survived the disaster, will it be recorded in the Guinness Book of Records, and I will become an Internet celebrity in the future?

Me, a miracle survivor; you, donate money!

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming woke up from the revolving lantern, and gradually regained his senses.

Seven or eight-figure insurance compensation and his future career as an Internet celebrity miraculously gave him a little strength.

Get up from the beach and walk towards the pile of wreckage.

Bite the bullet, and said loudly: "Is there... anyone?"

"Is there anyone alive? Is there anyone alive? Is there anyone?!"

The pungent smell of blood came oncoming, and the scene in the cabin was like hell on earth.

All kinds of mysterious sauce-like liquids make people's stomachs reflux and their blood surges.

Zhang Ming's expression was extremely ugly.

The cold death stimulated every nerve in him, not only the cranial nerves, but also the stomach nerves.

One moment they were alive, praying, trembling in their seats, weeping softly, and writing a suicide note; the next moment they were dead, turned into pure flesh, hair, and bright red blood.

Zhang Ming tried his best to calm down his mood, but felt his heart beating faster and faster, and the world was spinning, as if the weight of the whole world was pressing on him.

I don't even bother to think about insurance, Internet celebrities, etc.

This scene... TM won't be the only one alive, right? !

Suddenly, a "ZiZi" sound of electric current mic woke him up from the panic.

"(*noise) Big* Airlines DS898, this is Eastern Airport... Please reply if you receive it... Please reply if you receive it!!"

Zhang Ming came back to his senses suddenly, and shouted in the direction of the radio station: "Got it...my name is Zhang Ming, and my ID number..."

"I was a passenger on the plane and the plane crashed!"

"I'm on a small island now, I'm a survivor, I'm still alive, save...help me!"

The person on the other side of the radio station was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected his long-awaited calls, but actually came a reply.

After all, it has been more than ten hours since the plane lost contact.

"What's the status of the plane? How many survivors? How big is the island? Are there any human facilities around it?"

Zhang Ming looked left and right with blue lips and pale lips, and swallowed: "We flew in the Pacific Ocean for a long time, the GPS signal disappeared, and we found this island. Finally, we ran out of fuel and had to make an emergency landing... Finally, the plane broke into three pieces."

"The survivor... seems to be the only one, I'll check to see if there are any alive."

The radio station asked again: "Where is the captain, is he still alive?"

Zhang Ming bit the bullet, looked at the colorful scene in the captain's room, and flipped over a metal plate with his hands profusely in sweat.

A foot fell in front of him.

The leather shoes fell off, revealing black socks covered in blood.

Judging from the style of the uniform, it should be the flight attendant of the crew.

The captain... died.

Such a serious disaster, do not know how he himself survived.

Anyway, he's still alive.

Turning his head away again, he looked into the distance.

A golden sun was suspended in the blue sky, and the rippling sunlight sprinkled on the sea surface, emitting bursts of golden light. Rows of big waves kept rushing to the shore. There are many palm trees and sparse shrubs growing near the beach.

Zhang Ming was stunned for a few seconds, his mouth dry and tongue dry: "The captain is gone...the blood has dried up."

"I didn't find any human settlements. I saw some tall coconut trees growing on the island, which may be one or two hundred meters high... This tree is ridiculously big!"

wait, what is that? !

A round cyan object rolled down from the tree with a "plop", and rolled towards the direction of the plane!

I couldn't help but stiffen my body and hold my breath!

After a closer look, it turned out to be a coconut!

But this green coconut is as big as a water tank and may weigh three hundred catties!

"What the hell is this?"

Zhang Ming was at a loss, why did I time travel? Came to the kingdom of giants? Or is the body shrunk?

The other side of the radio station was also a little confused: "Sir, you should stabilize your emotions first, take a deep breath, and concentrate."

Zhang Ming touched this coconut without tears, the real thing was three hundred catties.

"I also hope it's a hallucination, it's better to be a dream!"

I hammered it twice with my fist, it was hard.

The voice on the radio became serious, and said in a very formal tone: "Mr. Zhang, according to the satellite signal we have received, your current position is 10.33 degrees south latitude and 140.45 degrees west longitude, theoretically it is an ocean , without any large islands."

"There is one thing that must be told to you now. Just today, thousands of large and small earthquakes have occurred all over the world, including 52 earthquakes with a magnitude of 7 or above, 6 earthquakes with a magnitude of 8 or above, and one earthquake with a magnitude of 9. "

"Our country has also been hit by some small and medium earthquakes."

"Because of the frequent occurrence of tsunamis, flights and ships have been completely terminated."

Zhang Ming swallowed his saliva, and felt a "thump" in his heart, faintly feeling bad.

Radio station: "I hope you will go to higher ground as soon as possible to avoid the possible tsunami."

"Before the disaster subsides, it will be difficult for us to send enough people to rescue you, so you may have to live on this island for a while."

"The checked luggage of the plane is located in the lower half of the cargo compartment, and there may be some supplies there."

"You need to collect survival resources as soon as possible..."

do not be like this!

What the other party meant was: Do you want to be a shellfish who actively survives, who can jump around for three days after eating a bug, and looks for human gathering places;

Anyway, choose one of the two!

You're going to survive on a desert island for a while!

Zhang Ming was silent for a few minutes.

He really wanted to yell: Please save me back home!

But the other party kept saying "I'm sorry", and this kind of thing is not something an operator can decide.

"A large number of planes and ships have lost contact all over the world. You are the only one we can contact here... If we can send rescue, we will do it as soon as possible, but obviously..."

"You mean I'm lucky? All right, all right."

Zhang Ming was a little angry and quite helpless.

It doesn't make any sense to vent your emotions, it will only affect the speed of drawing the knife.

He was silent, and walked towards the direction of the cabin with twists and turns.

"If I come back alive, how much will the insurance company pay me?"

The other party was stunned for a moment and explained: "Currently, insurance companies can pay up to 3 million yuan for domestic aviation accident insurance, and airlines can pay up to 400,000 yuan for victims of plane crashes. Those who are not dead like you, It’s no problem to pay one or two million.”

"We will compensate your loved ones as soon as possible..."

So the living pay less than the dead...

Zhang Ming bit the bullet and got into the cabin, looking for survivors in an unsightly environment.

It's always good to have more people alive.

But no living person was found, only a box of unsalable "Evian" mineral water was found on the dining car, and several bottles of drinks that were sticky with red liquid.

Zhang Ming looked desperate, wanting to cry but without tears: "A box of mineral water from hell."

"Five bottles of Coca-Cola, Sprite, and orange juice from Huangquan, as well as snacks such as bread and biscuits."

There wasn't much food because the passengers had already eaten. Damn airlines simply can't carry that much food in order to save on shipping costs.

Back to the cargo bay of the plane.

There was a huge opening here, and large and small consignment packages were randomly scattered on the ground.

Zhang Ming pulled out a few suitcases, and ran towards the higher ground regardless of what was inside.

I recall all kinds of documentaries of survival in the wilderness in my mind. Starving Germany lived on the desert island for 60 days, but I can't remember the specific details. I only remember that this guy ate a fat roast sheep in the end? God knows if that's a prop sheep.

As for Mr. Pei, he might choose to cross the ocean with his body...

It took dozens of times to go back and forth in this way, and it took more than 6 hours to finally move the goods in the warehouse to almost the same place.

Zhang Ming returned to the radio station exhausted. He felt his hands and feet were numb, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Only then did I realize that my thigh and tailbone were in pain.

It may be due to the huge overdraft of physical strength, the mental state of the whole person suddenly failed, and every muscle in the buttocks, thighs, calves, and chest was faintly sore.

As the sun went down, the waves were surging up, and the last few metal plates that landed were already swallowed by the tide.

Zhang Ming swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Can I dismantle this radio station, if this continues, the place will be submerged by the tide."

"The communication station will be broken if it enters the water, and then I won't be able to contact you..."

The staff on the opposite side of the station sighed: "Without enough tools, it will be difficult for you to disassemble this station."

"Also, the radio needs electricity to work, and current batteries don't last very long."

"Mr. Zhang Ming, our planet is undergoing drastic changes. The whole world is in chaos now, and many people have died."

"I just got word that Hawaii was hit by a tsunami."

"Turn up the volume to the maximum, go ashore first, a tsunami may come at any time."

"By the way, if you have a radio, you can try to listen to satellite radio. You look in the suitcases of those passengers to see if there is a radio."

Zhang Ming was like a deflated balloon, making a final sound: "Tell my parents, tell them that I... am still alive."

"My parents' phone number is..., home address...you can definitely find it."

"No problem... the aviation insurance will definitely pay your parents!"

After getting the other party's promise, Zhang Ming walked back to the shore with a blank face.

The sun was about to set, and the fiery fireball hung above the sea level, dyeing the surrounding clouds crimson, and even the sea in the distance was red, like a puddle of blood.

This is an open and high slope, with tall coconut trees covering the sky and the sun, and a few fell on the ground. The huge coconuts like a water tank make people feel pressure.

Nervousness and anxiety welled up in my heart.

My stomach growled with hunger.

But the food at hand was scarce, and he was reluctant to eat a bite.

As for whether there is food in those unopened suitcases, it is not known yet, presumably even if there is, there will not be too much.

Zhang Ming felt that it was too difficult for him, so he started to survive in the wilderness without warning. And disasters began to break out on the whole earth, and yesterday I was still dreaming of going to Hawaii to see my little sister. Today, those young ladies and sisters were all drowned by the tsunami, and even they fell into an unknown and mysterious world.

Everything gave him a feeling of unreality.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming felt a light flash in his mind!

A strange panel appeared in my mind.

【Physical: 15/21】(You are hungry and tired, but you can still jump.)

[Perception: 19/20] (Your perception is normal.)

【Spirit: 9/20】(You are about to have a nervous breakdown.)

[Life span: 24/88] (It's nice to be young.)

[Total attributes: 149] (The dishes can no longer be eaten.)

Um? !

Zhang Ming blinked his eyes to confirm that he was not mistaken.

He who is familiar with online novels felt a throbbing in his heart, could this be my golden finger?

I seem to be... able, to survive!

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