My name is Lin Ke.
Yesterday, I was in the conference room on the top floor of the Burj Khalifa, signing a merger and acquisition agreement worth 300 million. Today, I am on the beach of this deserted island, using rusty iron pieces to pry oysters to eat.
The salty sea breeze has long since blown away the aftertaste of champagne, and the expensive suit is now just a rag soaked in sea water. Seven days ago, the "Ocean Star" sank in this area, and I was the only survivor - at least that's what I thought.
Until this morning, when I found the container with the company's logo engraved on the beach, everything started to get weird. The production number on the box shows that this is one of the batches of goods that mysteriously disappeared last month.
What made my spine even more chilly was that someone carved a line of small words on the inside of the door with a sharp tool:
"Lin Ke, run away."
Just when I was stunned, three long and two short whistles suddenly came from the jungle in the distance - those were the emergency communication signals used within our company.
This desert island is far more than a prison.
The writing is very true and sincere.
Although the plot is cliche, the writing is okay