This is a desert island, there is a lack of medical treatment, and if there is really a wound infection of Yan zhòng, he has only one way to die.

Lin Rui turned his attention to his other life-saving "benefactor" - the large oak barrel. If it weren't for this big barrel, he would be a floating corpse by now. He took a closer look at the barrel, and there was no other label other than a vague cargo stamp from a Libyan port. It must be the goods from the port, probably originally labeled, but after soaking in the water for so long, the label attached to it has long been gone.

Lin Rui touched his body, and the diving knife was still there. He pulled out his sharp knife and pried the barrel hard, trying to see what was inside, and if it was food, his luck was too good. However, the barrel was very well made, and he was now weak with his hands and feet, and it took him a long time to pry it open.

There was no food in the barrel, but wine. Lin Rui tried it and sighed.

He missed the smell so much. It is an inferior earthy shochu. He used to drink this first free glass of inferior wine at Angel's in Underground Paradise, and of course he never drank the second one. This has made Angel, a miser, a miser, a lot of slander all the time.

Lin Rui gulped down the wine in the barrel, his body was now short of water, and drinking alcohol could at least temporarily solve his needs. But he didn't dare to drink too much, he didn't know what the island was, and he didn't know if there was any danger, and it would not be good if he drank too much. After drinking, he took some more wine and washed the wounds on his body, hoping that it would have a disinfectant effect.

Finally, he thought about it and carefully closed the lid on the barrel. I don't know if I can escape along the way, and I don't know if there is still a water source on the island, this barrel of wine is now simply the capital of his survival, and he must be carefully protected.

Lin Rui struggled to move his hands and feet, and felt that his body had already recovered a lot. He's alive. This is not because his luck is particularly good, but because he has been tempered a long time ago, and the pain and blows he can endure are unimaginable to others.

The sun is shining, the beach is white and soft, the water is as blue as blue, the waves are lapping the shore with fresh and beautiful white foam, the sky is cloudless, and the earth is full of emerald green. The wine, the islands, the sandy beaches, it's a paradise.

Lin Rui suddenly wanted to laugh, he remembered what Jason often said: if he made enough money, he would buy an island, sunbathe with a few bikini chicks every day, and soak in the wine vat to live in a daze.

I didn't expect me to enjoy Jason's retirement early, but I was missing a few beautiful chicks. Lin Rui couldn't help laughing and laughed loudly until tears flowed down his eyes. He looked like he was crazy, but he wasn't crazy, he was just too happy. To be able to miraculously survive, what else can he do besides being happy?

After laughing enough, he turned around and walked towards the island, it seems that this place is undoubtedly a remote island, there are many trees and flowers on the island, many of which he has rarely seen before, and the banana trees are full of fruits, which look like big steamed buns.

After Lin Rui ate a plantain, his thirst became even more uncomfortable, and after drinking wine to quench his thirst, he usually became thirsty again. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, and walked further, but he really found a clear spring. Only now did he know that the water was so sweet, far better than the best wine in Angel's shop.

After calming down, Lin Rui thought of a terrible thing: If there were no ships passing by, would I have to live on this desert island for the rest of my life?

Of course he was not reconciled, so he climbed on the shore and chose the highest rock, and sat on it for several days without seeing a shadow of the ship. This desert island is obviously not on the route of the sea vessels.

Lin Rui was still unwilling, he turned out the GPS locator on his body again, but it was no longer displayed. After opening it, I found that the battery cover was already full of water. He threw the locator at his feet in frustration, "Damn modern technology, the most unreliable thing is these electronic instruments." ”

He remembered the communicator again, and he didn't know if it would still work, and if he could get in touch with Cobain, maybe he would be able to be rescued.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the headphones on his ears, only to find that the headphones had long been washed away by the waves. When he was in the sea, the only thing he thought about was to survive, and he didn't care if the headphones had fallen off. And the battery of the communicator has long been flooded, even if there is a headset, it cannot be used.

This situation made Lin Rui depressed. The only equipment he had now was the diving knife on his waist.

Then, he didn't want to use the knife to kill. Now he knew that there were so many other uses for knives besides killing.

Lin Rui cut down a few branches to make supports, used the leaves of the palm plantain to build a roof on it, and actually built a temporary shack next to the spring that was not too ugly, and then found some soft grass to spread on the ground, which was enough for him to lie down comfortably and rest, without having to endure the scorching sun on the beach.

He lay in this makeshift shack, watching the sunlight leak through the banana leaves, listening to the waves lapping on the shore in the distance, when suddenly his eyes were wet, and a tear ran down his cheek. He hasn't shed a single tear in all these years. But this is the second time on this isolated island.

No matter what kind of calamity and suffering he encounters, he is not afraid, and he dares to charge at any rain of bullets. But Lin Rui suddenly found that the most terrible thing in the world turned out to be loneliness. A kind of loneliness of being empty, helpless, and feeling that nothing can be controlled. This feeling of powerlessness and helplessness made him almost go crazy.

Lin Rui was determined not to let himself think about this anymore, he had to get out of here, he still had a lot to do. The next morning, he went along the beach to look for everything he could find and brought back everything he could find, and there was always something on the beaches around the island. Because a lot of floating debris in the sea will wash up on the beach.

Perhaps he could have gotten some information from it, and he didn't find anything on the first day. The next day, due to a change in the direction of the wind, he found a lot of floating debris on the beach.

Worn-out boxes, wine bottles, bags with vague lettering. Lin Rui looked at this qiē carefully, and he understood that these things should have been blown in the direction of the wind. And since these things can float in, it means that they are not very far away from the mainland.

And according to the time I have been floating on the sea, I can probably determine that my distance from the mainland will not exceed two days, and the direction should be the position of the headwind. If you look at it this way, you should be stuck on a deserted island in the northeastern waters of Libya. Lin Rui was very satisfied with his speculation.