How to break the situation in the face of existential threats? On the third day of survival on the desert island, I found Chen Xuan in the crevices of the rocks.
She huddled in the shadows, her wrists and ankles were covered in bruises, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.
"This island is a prison," she said hoarsely. "There is a beach covered with bones in the southeast corner, and dried heads hang in the jungle in the northwest."
"But we have an opportunity - on the 15th of every month, the cruise ship docks to replenish the 'new goods'."
That night, I dismantled the only lighter and wrapped the monitoring circuit with copper wire.
As the alarm flashed in the control room, I chuckled at the nearest red dot: "Game on."
The surveillance of the entire island suddenly went out at the same time, and the terrified screams of the chaebols were heard in the distance. . .
