On the night of the typhoon, the salvage boat capsized. On the boat with fourteen people, only the diver Chen Tuo survived, and drifted onto an unnamed atoll.
Inventory of belongings: half a bottle of water, a knife, a tool belt.
All hope of survival was sunk more than ten meters below the reef - his own boat. Every time you dive, the residual pressure is falling, the tide window is closing, every can of food and every liter of fresh water you catch has to be exchanged with your life, and another note is written into a waterproof book to save money.
But something is wrong with this island.
Buried under the pile of rocks was a work permit from 1998; in the lagoon late at night, something knocked on the hull of the boat every seven seconds; in the rusty house deep in the forest, the door was locked from the outside, and the three rain barrels behind the house were arranged exactly the same as those in his camp.
Reader comments
After reading ten years of post-apocalyptic novels, the system flow and sign-in flow made me sick to my stomach. This is the only one this year that allowed me to catch up from the first chapter to the latest chapter. The protagonist has no golden fingers, only a knife, a tool belt and a brain to salvage skills. The happiest part was not fighting monsters, but squatting in front of the waterproof book to calculate accounts: how many liters of water were there, how many bars were left in the tank, and when he had to dive. The more detailed the calculation, the tighter my heart became. Just go for the "Fifty Bas Tenjo" setting, five stars.
I listened to this book every time I took the night bus. That knocking sound every seven seconds, when I heard it on the Ring Expressway at two o'clock in the middle of the night, my scalp was really numb. The words in this book can be "heard", short sentences, one after another, just like the waves crashing on the boat. Just one thing: Don't listen to Chapter 37, the fish part, during dinner, you know.
After reading ten years of post-apocalyptic novels, the system flow and sign-in flow made me sick to my stomach. This is the only one this year that allowed me to catch up from the first chapter to the latest chapter. The protagonist has no golden fingers, only a knife, a tool belt and a brain to salvage skills. The happiest part was not fighting monsters, but squatting in front of the waterproof book to calculate accounts: how many liters of water were there, how many bars were left in the tank, and when he had to dive. The more detailed the calculation, the tighter my heart became. Just go for the "Fifty Bas Tenjo" setting, five stars. I listened to this book every time I took the night bus. That knocking sound every seven seconds, when I heard it on the Ring Expressway at two o'clock in the middle of the night, my scalp was really numb. The words in this book can be "heard", short sentences, one after another, just like the waves crashing on the boat. Just one thing: Don't listen to Chapter 37, the fish part, during dinner, you know.