mesbooks Chapter 9 James's face got swollen again; quickly wash the aluminum can.
Chapter 9 James's face got swollen again; quickly wash the aluminum can.
I cried, I really cried.
[Damn it! Who chopped these onions?!]
[Su Shen, do you know how many people you've saved...?]
[The elderly woman who couldn't stand up for twenty years, the aunt who was blind for twelve years—it's all thanks to you!]
He was an orphan, with no family. But now, more people across the country are building shrines in his honor than any other person has family.
What would Su Chen think if he saw this?
The thick fog obscured everything.
The tracks of the tricycle rolled over the mud, the creaking sound being the only noise in this deathly silence.
Su Chen sat on the bicycle seat, leaning forward, and pressed the pedals at a steady pace.
There was only one thing on his mind.
He has ridden about 170 meters from the starting point.
There was no compass, no landmarks, and no sun.
The fog was so thick that the sky above was completely obscured.
In such an environment, a normal person would completely lose their way within fifty meters.
But Su Chen's gaze did not fall on the thick fog in the distance.
He remained firmly planted in the mud, half a meter in front of the tracks.
The mud there has flow marks that are difficult to see with the naked eye.
This is evidence that the acidic swamp is flowing in a fixed direction at an almost stationary speed.
He compared this location with the "12 degrees north of northwest" information in his mind and made minor adjustments to the front of the car.
Then, every so often he would look down and glance at the tracks left by the treads.
Make sure that the engraving is straight, without the slightest deviation.
This absolute control over direction is ingrained in his instincts.
Nighttime signifies two things.
First, visibility will drop from extremely low to absolute zero.
Second, the system will refresh at midnight.
His intelligence network is the only hope in this desperate situation.
Su Chen kept his footwork consistent, his gaze sweeping across the upper right corner of the system panel.
A line of small gray text.
Current time: 23:47
Nearly six hours have passed since dusk.
Dig for monsters, kill monsters, dig for supplies, repair vehicles, ride bicycles.
Six hours, without a single break.
In Da Xia's live stream, some viewers were the first to notice this detail.
[Wait, look at the top right corner! 23:47! It's almost midnight!]
Holy crap, it's been six hours since evening???
[Su Shen has been working non-stop! Digging holes, killing monsters, repairing vehicles, and running away—he hasn't stopped for a second!]
[I watched the live stream in bed for six hours, while he spent six hours fighting in the S-level disaster zone.]
No wonder the light was getting dimmer; I thought the fog was getting thicker...
The screen was flooded with comments, but the scene remained unchanged; Su Chen was still riding his bicycle.
The tracks rolled over the acidic mud in circles, the monotonous sound like a lullaby.
But no one left the live stream.
Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for an answer.
Will he be able to ride out of this damn swamp?
The live stream from the United States.
James Hall slammed the fourth can of beer down on the table, leaned back in his chair, and made no attempt to hide his mockery.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's make a small prediction."
He held up one finger.
"I'll give him ten minutes. Within ten minutes, he'll definitely sink into a new, deep quagmire. Not just any quagmire, but the kind of deadly trap with no hard bottom! He'll sink in, car and all!"
The co-host wanted to remind him of the lesson he learned last time.
"Last time is last time!" James interrupted rudely, turning his head to face the camera and holding up ten fingers.
"Ten minutes! The countdown starts now! If Su Chen isn't finished within ten minutes, I, James Hall, will eat this beer can right here in the live stream!"
The barrage of comments from the United States instantly went wild.
[Hahaha, as long as LeBron James dares to gamble, I love it!]
[It's been more than ten minutes! That direction is clearly off!]
[The countdown to the tricycle sinking into the mud has begun!]
[Who can screenshot this and post it to Da Xia's live stream? Let them prepare to cry!]
The screenshots were transmitted very quickly.
The live chat exploded with comments.
Here we go again! How come this fat guy never learns his lesson?
[Last time you criticized Su Shen's luck, you got a sore face. Last time you called the tricycle scrap metal, you got a sore face. And now you're doing it again?]
I feel ashamed for him.
Okay, remember what he said, ten minutes! Start the timer!
[I suggest James wash the beer cans thoroughly beforehand; aluminum is easier to chew than iron.]
Su Chen was completely unaware of the storm raging outside.
His entire focus was on his feet.
185 meters.
190 meters.
His pedaling speed was as steady as a rock, and the force of each pedal stroke was almost uniform.
Not in a hurry, not slowly.
It was as if he wasn't traversing a fog-shrouded S-class restricted area, but rather measuring a piece of land he knew by heart.
Two hundred meters.
The viscosity of the mud has changed.
Su Chen paused in his movements, not stopping, but slowing down.
He lowered his head.
The mud beneath the tracks was lightening in color, changing from dark brown to yellowish-brown.
The resistance is decreasing, and the wheels are turning more and more smoothly.
Then move forward another five meters.
The tricycle suddenly lurched downwards!
They quickly regained their footing.
The sensation from under the tracks has completely changed.
It's no longer a sticky, soft mud; it's hard.
Su Chen stopped the car and stomped his foot hard on the ground.
A hard sensation came from the soles of my feet.
It's a solid, hard court.
There is only a thin layer of mud, and underneath is a solid layer of soil.
Hard substrate.
found it.
Su Chen did not cheer, nor did he have any other reaction.
He simply took a piece of compressed rations out of his pocket, tore open the packaging, and calmly took a bite.
Dry and hard, tasteless.
But it provides enough calories.
The Da Xia live stream room was initially completely silent.
The live chat is still filled with arguments between James' fans and viewers.
Until someone noticed the anomaly in the video.
Wait... he stopped?
He's eating! He's eating!
[Holy crap, look at the ground!!! The color has changed! It's not black mud anymore!]
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! It's hard court?! He really found it?!]
The speed at which the bullet comments refreshed suddenly tripled.
[In the thick fog! Without any navigation! He found a way out!!!]
[Su Shen: Lost? Sorry, those two words don't exist in my dictionary.]
[Where's that expert from Japan? The one who said Su Shen would inevitably lose his way? Come out and show yourselves?]
[@All members, calling James! Are the beer cans ready? It hasn't even been ten minutes yet!]
Official studio.
Zhao Mingyuan stared intently at the yellowish-brown ground on the screen, remaining silent for a full three seconds before slamming his hand heavily on the table, the force of which shook the entire studio.
"Dense fog, zero visibility, no navigation, residual effects of neurotoxins!"
He turned sharply to the camera, his eyes almost overflowing with shock.
Lin Xiaotang's hand, holding the water glass, began to tremble again: "Professor Zhao, how...how did you do that?"
Zhao Mingyuan shook his head, but there was no doubt in his eyes, only extreme appreciation.
"I don't know. But look at the frequency with which he pedals, look at the details of how he corrects his direction..."