Chapter 48

Twenty-five hours have passed since the program team was trapped.

The public opinion wave that this incident has set off in all walks of life has rapidly fermented, and has become increasingly popular over time. From social networking websites to mainstream media, related reports are flooding, from related popular science articles and scientific conjectures, to the analysis and sorting of search and rescue strategies and routes, to the risk estimates of the program team's distress, a huge flow of information is surging on the Internet, which has also pushed the popularity of this matter to a higher level again and again.

All trapped stars have received great attention, and countless prayers and blessings have filled their Weibo comments. Even the insulting and connotational remarks under Meng Mingxuan's Weibo, who was hacked by the entire network, were suppressed by the prayers from rational passers-by. The program team's Weibo was not so lucky. Fans of trapped stars flocked to them, and they held their major responsibilities in risk assessment and terrible loopholes in security. The huge public opinion pressure forced the program team to issue several apology and statements, promising to mobilize all manpower and material resources to search all program participants, and thoroughly investigate the dereliction of duty of relevant personnel.

This media mouthpiece carnival put great pressure on the search and rescue team.

However, the huge natural barrier that lies in front of them cannot be crossed overnight. The inefficiency of pure human search is extremely difficult to overcome. Although Han Li's strong support in manpower and material resources has more than doubled their search range within the same expected time, the unsearched part still occupies 80% of the map's area.

The danger of being trapped in the foggy primeval forest increases geometrically over time, and no one can be saved for every second of delay. It is to push the trapped one step further towards death. All workers are working hard to fight against death.

Inside the luxury private room on the top floor of the hotel.

Han Li sat alone at the table. The cigarette held at his fingertips seemed to have not moved for a long time. A wisp of light green smoke rose up in the cigarette butts, hovering upwards. The shaking cigarette ash stopped in the air, and a little scarlet Mars burned slowly upwards.

Several company documents were stacked on the desktop, a folder spread out in front of him, obscure words and complex data stirred into a blurred shadow in the dim light, a huge map was folded up and placed in the corner, countless marks and comments were densely covered on the edges of the blank, and slightly crumpled corners were raised, obviously more times than imagined.

Han Li lowered his eyes and swept through the folder spread out in front of him, flipping around with no interest.

The problem in e-city is not very serious.

It was just that the senior executives of several branches made some wrong decisions one after another, disrupting the follow-up development plan he originally formulated. When they saw that Han Li actually flew from the headquarters to deal with it, they all seemed to be facing a great enemy and took up twelve points of energy to deal with it, but in just half a day, the company was back on track.

Han Li dusted the ashes, and the burned gray embers fell from his fingertips and fell into the ashtray.

He doesn't smoke often.

But I often lit one and clamped it between my fingers just to see it burn quietly.

——Cigarette reminded him of that person.

I don’t know my name, I don’t know my appearance, I don’t know the past, I don’t know the future.

Han Li didn't know how to call him, so he had to refer to it as "that person" - he couldn't deny that the reason why he came to e-City in person and stayed for a long time after the company's affairs was because he always held a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that Meng Mingxuan would be the one he expected, but all the eyeliners and investigations he sent clearly showed that Meng Mingxuan had never had much change in personality, and everyone around him also said that he had never found anything strange or beyond common sense in Meng Mingxuan.

But... that strange sense of familiarity kept pushing him from one extreme to another.

This little hope that ignited in the completely hopeless dark abyss is the most tormenting, as if it made him burn and torment between doubt and expectation every moment.

Han Li frowned irritably and pressed the cigarette that was about to burn to his fingertips.

The wrinkled cigarette butts were thrown to the bottom of the ashtray covered with ashes, and stayed with the others.

At this moment, the cell phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Han Li answered the phone, and the sound from the other end of the phone seemed blurry and intermittent due to the influence of the signal, but the news contained in the words made Han Li's eyes lit up - the search and rescue team found some of the crew members.

He suppressed his ups and downs and asked in a cold tone:

"What have been rescued?"

Captain Liu's voice could not hide his joy in his exhaustion: "If Mr. Han needs it, I will send you the list later. I really thank you for your support and help this time, otherwise we would not be able to rescue the trapped person so soon..."

Han Li didn't hear the passionate scenes he said next.

Shortly after hanging up the phone, Captain Liu sent the list over.

Han Li hurriedly pulled the list from top to bottom, stunned for a few seconds, and then looked carefully again.

……No.

Meng Mingxuan is not among them.

The names of the two wild survival instructors are listed above, which only means that the staff of the program team are scattered, and there are no professionals in the trapped team where Meng Mingxuan is located.

Han Li's face slowly cooled down, and a faint sinister aura flashed under his dark eyes.

He put his cell phone in his pocket, took out his blazer from behind, and stood up.

The sudden severe pain from his knee made Han Li stagger involuntarily.

Han Li frowned without a trace, reached out to grab the cane leaning against the table, and slowly straightened up.

City e is close to the mountainous area, and the strange fog on the Yunwu Mountains made the entire city covered with thick yin and moisture, which also made his legs uncontrollably painful - this old injury has been tortured by him for more than ten years, and it has become even worse at this moment.

He took out his cell phone and called Zhao Jun, asking him to drive over.

"Okay, Mr. Han, where to go?"

"The rescue tent at the foot of the mountain." Han Li paused and added: "...go to express condolences."

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The rapids in the mountains washed among the stones, making endless gurgling sounds, which seemed particularly clear and loud in the quiet mist.

After listening to this sound for nearly two days, no matter how pleasant it is, it will always make everyone feel bored.

The group struggled to explore and move forward in the mist with almost zero visibility, walking along the river's flow on the shallows. The passage of time has become very blurred. Now they can only use the changes in the depth of the fog color to determine when they should rest and when they should go on the road.

There are very few words in front of him, unless necessary, he rarely communicates with his teammates, and even if there are some concise command sentences.

For example, "leave" or "stop".

The expression on his face was also pitiful, with cold and indifferent, as if only the milky white mist wrapped around him could reflect into his eyes.

In the eyes of others, the deterrence brought by this strange Meng Mingxuan now is much greater than being trapped in the mountains.

He seemed to have a sense of distance, his voice and eyes were filled with a cold and hard metal texture. The blood and murderous aura emitted from his bones made everyone silent. The sense of danger brought by the wild beasts in the mountains could not match it. Even Zhuang Xiangyang, the most nervous, dared not talk to him on his own initiative.

Their attitude towards Meng Mingxuan quickly developed from the initial amazement and doubt to awe and fear.

No one dared to ask him any questions, and even when he was swept by his eyes, he would hold his breath and wait. Only before he rested at night, when Shenkong left and waited for a war or hunting, would everyone take a breath and finally relax. His image in everyone's mouth became more and more mysterious. Some people thought that he might be a government agent with a mission, some speculated that he might be an incognito gangster, and of course Zhuang Xiangyang's unspecified time travel theory-but everyone scoffed at his speculation.

Zhuang Xiangyang expressed his grievance.

Of course, no matter what the conclusion is, everyone agreed tacitly:

——Meng Mingxuan had absolutely reason to disguise, and no one wanted to be silenced because of talking too much.

So, you can't say anything!

Before Shen Kong knew it, before he could use any "special means", his witnesses sealed themselves, and they were almost swearing to the sky in front of him.

As their footsteps increased, the flow rate of the rivers around them gradually slowed down. The huge stones lie in the river gradually disappeared, replaced by small pieces of stone and gentle river beaches, the roads under their feet became smoother and smoother, and the number of trips to complex terrain appeared less and less. The noisy and huge impact of the water gradually became quieter and flowed slowly and quietly in the fog.

Chen Kong suddenly stopped and made a gesture of silence.

Everyone behind them also felt a stern heart, stopped obediently, and gathered together quietly, fearing to disturb the judgment of the boss ahead.

Chen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and listened carefully to the movements in the fog.

Not long after, everyone also heard the noise not far away.

——It seems like the sound of footsteps…?

They were stunned for a while, and a blurred outline slowly appeared in the thick fog in front of them, which became clearer as the footsteps approached, until everyone finally recognized the uniforms on their bodies and the words on their chests:

Search and rescue team.

The feeling of surviving the disaster suddenly came, and everyone couldn't help but relax, showed joy on their faces, and accelerated their pace and walked forward.

Next second—

Meng Mingxuan's face, which was so weak that it was almost cold, suddenly changed, her delicate facial features wrinkled instantly, and the mist accumulated in the amber cat's eyes, as if she had suffered despair and torture. After being saved, she finally broke down and vented all her grievances:

"You, why did you come! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

Ran Wan: “…”

Zhuang Xiangyang: “…”

Photographers: "…"
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