48 Hours a Day

Due to the fast heat storage and heat dissipation of the sandstone, the desert varies greatly in temperature day and night, reaching temperatures of more than thirty degrees between noon and morning.

Not long ago, it was still under the sun, and it would start to feel cold again at night.

In order to avoid snakes in the desert as much as possible, Zhang Heng chose a higher ground to set fire to, and the fire also prevented some food chains from approaching the top predators.

But danger does not always come from the outside.

Zhang Heng, Jialei and Bruno are now sitting in front of the campfire. The night was supposed to be the best time to make up for the loss of energy during the day, but none of them dared to close their eyes.

Because it's also the best chance to do it.

During the day, NASA people stare at them a few kilometres away, it is difficult to make too many moves, and after night it is not said whether NASA people also need to sleep, visibility is reduced, even if the observers are still engaged, it is difficult to grasp all the conditions here in the distance.

The flames beat in the night, the wood crackled in the fire, and there was no movement around until a long time later, when a voice opened up and lowered its voice.

“Do not gently walk into the good night,

Older people should burn and roar at sunset;

Rage. Rage.

The light fades.

Though intelligent men die knowing that darkness makes sense,

Because there was no lightning coming out of their words.

They didn't walk into the good night either... ”

“Dylan Thomas, this is a poem he wrote to his dying father.” Zhang Hengdao.

“I always thought the poem came from a movie called Star Crossing.” Bruno hit a debt and rubbed some nagging sleeping eyes. During the day, his strength drained a lot, especially after dinner, he felt obvious tiredness, but at this time he didn't dare close his eyes.

“I love that movie, and I love this poem. It's very close to where we are, isn't it," Jalaideau, "we risk being eliminated from every round of the game. I don't have to say much about losing the game. Everyone knows, so whether it's good or bad, we can't give up until the last minute, after all, we don't want to be forgotten by the whole world. ”

“Well, to be honest, I don't care if anyone remembers me,” Bruno shrugged, "just to think that I won't be able to throw a party in my Australian mansion in the future, that I won't be able to date a pretty girl in college with my Porsche 911, and that part of my property is going to be inherited by my brother, of course I don't want to lose... after all, I don't necessarily have such good luck with my next birth. ”

“And you, what is it that supports you through rounds and rounds?” Jiale turned his eyes to Zhang Heng beside him. "Since no one is going to rest, let's have a chat together. After all, there won't be much time left for us. ”

“I don't know, for now, I just want to figure out why behind this.” Zhang Heng adjusted the bonfire in front of him with a tree slam and faded.

“Yeah, we all want to know who hosted the game, what it was for, when it stopped, how to win it eventually, but sometimes we don't always get the answers to the questions, do we?” Jalai's eyes flashed in the night, and no one knew what he was thinking now.

At that moment, Zhang Heng even thought that the other party would be ready to go.

But the next moment, Bruno's nervous voice came around, "Hey, look what it is! ”

He had just gotten up and wanted to go to the nearby bushes for convenience, but shortly after he took off his pants he saw something flashing through the darkness in the distance.

Not to blame Bruno's wind and crane, this is the moment when life and death are at stake. After feeling the movement, he couldn't take care of the stock in the empty stomach. He hurried back with his pants.

Zhang Heng and Jiale stood up at the first moment and looked at each other. They all saw the surprise in each other's eyes, in other words, the sudden situation had nothing to do with the three of them.

Zhang Heng picked up a lit wooden strip from the campfire pile on the ground and ran in the direction of Bruno. Indeed, he saw several sneaky shadows on the sand dunes not far away.

“What is that thing?” Fatty squinted.

“Looks like a mountain coyote.” Zhang Heng watched carefully for a while. In the novice copy, he learned a lot from Bell about how to identify animals. At this time, Zhang Heng's mind flashed through the information about mountain coyotes.

Mountain Coyotes, one of the subspecies of coyotes and a protozoan species of the North American continent, are widely distributed in the United States, from Washington, D.C., the Cascat Mountains in eastern Oregon, southward across the Great Basin, the Nevada Mountains Highlands, and all the way to northern Mexico.

Most of the time, however, these mountain wolves live in forests, swamps and grasslands, where food is abundant, where running into the desert like this is not very common, and where they look like they should be starving and have not harvested for days, otherwise they will not target the three people who are still leaning against the fire.

Zhang Heng wondered if the NASA observers had noticed the situation on their side, but even if they did, it would take some time, and the mountain wolves had already launched an attack this way.

This creature is not afraid of humans, and there is often news of suburbs in the United States, although it is generally more accustomed to hunting alone.

Even Zhang Heng did not want to deal with the four or five suburban wolves alone. Of course, he could turn around and escape. Although he could not run the two suburban wolves at his speed, running past Jalai and Bruno was fine. However, Zhang Heng then seemed to think of something. Instead of leaving the bonfire, he kicked the wooden strips of Jalai and Bruno, whose small arms were still burning.

Fatty hesitated for a moment and eventually picked up the wooden strip on the ground, Bruno turned his head and wanted to run, but because he was too anxious to trip under his feet, he ate a bite of sand instead, waiting for him to lift his head and a coyote had already pounded at him.

Brunoton's soul broke apart, but he also knew that he couldn't count on anyone at this time. Zhang Heng and Jalai couldn't do anything about it. Good thing Bruno was also an old player who had been through several rounds of games. Although there were no props on him now, his hands were still there. At this critical juncture, he held his elbow against the neck of the coyote, so that the latter's mouth couldn't bite itself, and then he rolled over and pressed the coyote under his body.

The fat man on the other side showed more calm in the face of the attack by the wolf herd, standing in cold eyes until the wolf rushed over, his hind leg slammed, his body empty, and Jalai took the shot, strangling the wolf's neck at lightning speed.