[Comprehensive] Uncle Ba's food paradise

gloomy forest.

thunderbolt.

storm.

At noon, it was already like night.

The huge wreckage of the plane lay lazily in the forest, like a traveler who had been gutted and died in a foreign land.The frenzied wind and rain took away the temperature of the ground, and buried those wreckages that were dead or alive in the mud.

There was another ear-splitting roar, and the flash of thunder and lightning illuminated a staggering figure.

This is an old man, his body is soaked in rainwater.He was not a survivor of the plane accident, otherwise he would be like everyone else, covered in bruises and mud.

But apparently, he also had something to do with the damn weather, and even the accident.There are no other people nearby, which proves that there is no human habitation at close range.So he who appeared here is quite suspicious.

He also seemed to have suffered some kind of shock or injury, which is why he moved so slowly.He poked his ear with one hand, and he didn't know whether it was the thunder or the huge shock wave at the moment the plane crashed before, which caused his middle ear to be damaged.A transparent liquid flowed from his ear, whether it was rain or something else.

For young people, such injuries are not fatal, but he is too old, and with some injuries that you may not see now, it is obviously a struggle for him to move forward.

The old man took a few steps forward again and stopped suddenly.It seemed that at this moment he could see the scene in front of him clearly and vaguely understand what happened.

"The plane crashed... I... crashed... no, no, it wasn't this plane, what happened?"

Yes, lightning, aircraft, accidents, these basic factors seem to be the same, but obviously the most fundamental things are different.

This was not the plane he was on.The tail number of the flight group represents the country to which the aircraft belongs, and is usually drawn on the tail of the aircraft.He saw the broken tail with the wrong number on it.

Two plane crashes in the same area?The probability of this is too small, and from the surrounding wreckage, it doesn't seem that much.

Before he had time to think too much, he continued to move forward.Either way, the current self needs medical assistance.It's a good idea to stay close to the wrecked plane, rescuers will be here soon.

Suppressing the dizziness and pain, he scanned the dilapidated scene with his eyes, trying to find someone or something that could help him.Fortunately, he actually found something.

There was a dead young man, holding a needle, trying to inject something into his arm.Too bad he died before that.

The old man squatted down, pulled the man's sleeves, checked his eyelids, and found that there were no needle holes in his arms, and no other obvious features. This is not a drug addict.

The old man squatted down, took the needle, pushed out the liquid a little, put it in front of the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

He could smell ingredients similar to stimulants, and there were several kinds of medical ingredients that were beneficial to the human body. The types were difficult to distinguish, and he had never seen them before.

So he tasted a little more and was sure there was nothing poisonous in it, more like a vaccine serum or something.So without hesitation, he stuck the needle into his arm and injected the liquid into it.

He needs the stimulant ingredients in it to refresh himself, otherwise this old body won't last long.

After waiting in place for a while, he found that his body hadn't deteriorated. The old man wiped the needle clean and smashed it to the ground.He continued to walk forward, searching the desert, trying to find something else.For example, a phone that can communicate with the outside world, or compressed cookies, or something else.

He heard low sobs.

Signs of life made his heart tense.After all, to the real members of this search flight, he is actually an unexpected guest.But after he paused, he still walked quickly towards the source of the sound.It's strange, just now he could only move his feet staggeringly, but now he can move forward quickly, maybe nervousness can stimulate the adrenal glands.

Among the layers of wreckage, he saw a child.

Eleven or two years old?It may be a taller child, or a stunted teenage girl.It is easy to see that this is just an underage child.

The girl knelt on the ground, and on the ground she faced lay a dead elder.

...younger than me, looks like 50 at most.The old man judged like this.He didn't even have to crouch down to check to see that the man was hopeless.The trachea and arteries were completely severed, and his blood had probably been sprayed clean in the air.

But the stiff hand still held the girl, which probably took the last of his strength.

The old man's heart softened.The sight of deja vu moved him.

Long, long ago, when I was a child, I tried my best to grab my sister's hand like this.

"Hi, how are you? Are you hurt?"

He half knelt down and asked.

The girl wept and shook her head timidly.However, the blood flowing on her leg, which was crushed by the wreckage of the plane, was particularly eye-catching.

The old man removed the fragments with his hands, made a simple bandage for her, and stopped the bleeding.But he knew that this alone was not enough, the rain was taking away her body temperature, and the mud would infect her wounds. Looking at her flushed face, he could tell that she was running a fever.

They should have waited for rescue in place, but this thin girl did not know how long she could last.

The old man peeled off the clothes of the deceased with his hands, and took out a wallet from it.After checking it, there were cash and documents inside, so I packed the money.

"Listen, boy. I want to take you to rescue, you have to hold on to me."

He picked up the girl, and the girl obeyed without struggling.But the stiff hand pulled her arm as if unwilling to die, which made her cry again.

The old man looked at the dead man opposite.He could cut off his arm, but he couldn't.Because he is like looking at another self.

"Look, if the dead have souls, I want you to hear me. I need an identity, and she needs salvation. I'll help her, protect her, and do everything for you .In exchange, I will take your identity. If you understand, let go."

In fact, those words are certainly not for the dead.Words are naturally spoken to the living.

In fact, he just changed the angle and cleverly pulled the little girl's arm out.

But judging from the child who didn't understand anything, it should be the undead who responded to the call and finally let go.

So the girl finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

The old man walked forward with her in his arms and asked;

"Son, from today onwards, you are my responsibility. What's your name?"

"Alice, Alice Hopkins."

The old man remembered the name on the certificate, and it was indeed the surname.

"I will send you to your other relatives, don't worry, I will not leave, I will watch you nearby."

The girl shook her head, choked up and cried: "No more, there is no one else, I only have grandpa, woo woo woo..."

The old man has already guessed this point.When there are other options, no one will let an old man take a little girl on a journey alone, right?So her parents were either among the wreckage—he had seen it before, no one else was alive—or had died very early, leaving only the two of them.This is also the reason why the deceased was unwilling to let go easily.

"It's okay, I'm your relative too. I'm...Hannibal Hopkins, your grandfather."

Thunder and lightning flashed, illuminating his face walking in the dark.

It seems that time and space are disordered, reminding him of himself many, many years ago, when he was still young.

The violently vibrating plane, the screams of people around, the girl sitting next to him turned her head, her pale face was reflected on the window, facing him.

"Brother, I like the story of Boy Pi..."

she says.

"If I die……"

"Please...don't...alone...alone."

Amidst the shaking and screaming, he couldn't hear what was behind him.

He always thought that the second half of that sentence meant don't leave me alone.

But today, he thought, that might mean—

Please don't leave yourself alone.

She didn't want him to take her away, she wanted him to live.

The author has something to say: Easter eggs, those who can find them can find them.