48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng opened his eyes again and found himself lying on a strange beach.

The waves brushed his body, and a resident crab carrying a sea shell slipped through his eyes.

Zhang Heng is in a terrible state, he wakes up thirsty and hungry, and exhausted. It feels like he's really been floating at sea for a few days.

He searched for a dry spot and sat against the rock wall.

Look in the direction where you are washed in, where there is only an infinite view of the sea.

What is this, a reality show?

Perhaps the legacy of that glass of lemonade, perhaps because Zhang Heng's brain, which had not eaten for too long, was now faint, and he forced himself to calm down and start thinking about everything that had happened to him.

At the request of the strange guy in the Tang suit, he became his agent, came to a bar called Desire City to play a mysterious game, so easily found the owner, but was drugged, and then thrown on a deserted island.

So the question is, why would they do that, and what good would that do them?

And the mysterious voice that appeared in his mind before the suspicious login of the game, was it his hallucination? What's the point if it's not?

His body was still his original body, but his sportswear had disappeared, replacing it with a pair of beach pants and a flower t-shirt, and the one stuffed in his pocket in case the Swiss Army knife naturally disappeared.

But the watch on his right hand is still there, and that's the only thing that hasn't been lost.

However, Zhang Heng stared at the dial and stunned.

The date on Starfish hasn't changed, and he still stays on Thursday night when he enters the Urban Bar of Desire, and it's only a minute before he goes into a coma.

Zhang Heng stared again for a while and found that the second hand had not moved.

Is it broken?

Zhang Heng had some surprises. He had done a lot of experiments before. This table cannot be adjusted. The time on it is always accurate. Only he can see the extra 12 indexes. Neither water immersion nor fire can damage it. It is not like anything else in the world.

Zhang Heng had tried to throw it from a building over 200 meters high down to the cement floor, and as a result, the hard cement floor was smashed out of a small pit, and the watch stood still.

He thought that even if he hung up this watch, he could go all the way to the end of the world. I didn't expect it to lose power one day...

However, Zhang Heng's heart was moving, and he remembered the mysterious voice that had appeared in his mind a short time ago. The other party finally mentioned the time flow rate of 480.

Zhang Heng's eyelids picked out. Does that really mean literally?

If someone wants to verify this, it may only wait 40 days, but for Zhang Heng, he has other options.

He reached down and pressed his pulse, and twenty minutes later he finally confirmed a terrible thing.

He didn't have a bad starfish in his hand.

This hand is still walking in real world time, but in other words, one second becomes eight minutes.

So... is this really just a game?

Zhang Heng was a little confused, the scenery in front of him was so real, the golden beach, the coconut trees swaying with the wind, the t-shirt that was wet and affixed to him, the bumpy rock on his back hurt, hunger and weakness wrapped him around, so that he could feel the passage of life clearly.

In any case, it is imperative to find a way to regain some strength first.

Now Zhang Heng even began to think hard.

He knew he had to eat and rehydrate. However, Zhang Heng, although his mind was better than ordinary people's, he was ultimately just an ordinary college student. As a modern man, he had no idea how to live on a deserted island. He could not distinguish whether a plant was edible or not, he did not know how to hunt, find water, build shelter...

Good thing he finally knew the coconut tree.

Less than 20 metres from his left hand, there are several coconut trees with some green coconuts that moisturize his already dry lips and throat, while fruit meat provides him with much-needed energy and vitamins.

Zhang Heng picked up a palm-sized stone from the foot and found a coconut tree that could have been warped by a typhoon.

Smash the coconut down with the stone in your hand.

There are seven of them, about three to four meters from the ground.

Of course, there would be no difficulty in putting this kind of thing in the usual way, but given Zhang Heng's current physical condition, he actually took a lot of effort to get those coconuts off the tree.

And when he smashed the coconuts on the rock and drank the coconut juice inside, the time had passed for half an hour, and Zhang Heng then scraped a little coconut down with the rock and swallowed it into his stomach. After doing all this, his strength finally recovered, so that he could continue to think about his current situation.

Zhang Heng has not been able to tell whether he is in the game or reality.

If all this is false, it does not explain why his present sensory and physical state is so real, nor does it explain the strange flow rate of time on his watch, but if he is still in reality. How, in a blink of an eye, did they throw him off the island from the city where he studied and lived?

Zhang Heng shook his head and decided to continue with the old method, leaving the unresolved problems there first.

Anyway, according to the old man in Tang Dynasty, whether this is a game or a reality, he must find a way to survive.

Can you really conquer this mysterious and unpredictable nature?

Zhang Heng's mouth revealed a bitter smile. He was always a very optimistic person, but in the face of the situation, he didn't think he could survive on a completely strange island behind him for 40 days.

Actually, even four days is a little choking.

He lacks the knowledge and skills to survive in the wild, is in poor physical condition and is alone again. Zhang Heng now has a real hope that he is in the game, because a good game should not have any necessarily fatal situation, especially if it is just at the beginning of the beginner level.

As if responding to his expectations, the next moment three little black dots emerged in distant waves.

Zhang Heng threw down the coconut shell in his hand and stood up. He ran to the beach at the fastest speed, finally seeing the three little black dots, which were actually three people floating in the waves.

All three were male foreigners, without exception.

One of them was wearing a full jacket and hiking boots, and a dagger seemed to hang between his waist, but because the wind wave was too big to be sure, his divine colour was the most calm of the three, in addition to a little brother with only shorts, no expression on his face, and a bald uncle with nothing on his naked ass.

All three were in a precarious situation, trying to get close to the island, but for some temporarily unknown reason they seemed to be left floating, trapped by waves and retreating.

Zhang Heng knew he had to make a choice. Although he recovered a little strength by relying on the coconut, it was obviously unrealistic to save the three people in one breath. With his current strength, he could only try to save one of them.

He eventually picked the guy with the naked ass, for a simple reason, because that guy of the three was the closest to the beach.