When I opened my eyes, I saw the dense jungle, not heaven or something, well, it seems that I am still alive, which should be considered good news.

Twenty minutes ago, I was still sitting on a comfortable plane, watching bad movies made entirely by special effects, and having a delicious high-end lunch. But now, half of my body has sunk in the swamp, and the plane has turned into pieces of scrap iron about a kilometer or two away from me, and is filled with smoke. I hope this crash will not cause a forest fire or inadvertently destroy an indigenous tribe in the jungle.

It is estimated that the pilot and several other accompanying staff will survive, because all this happened too quickly, so I could only barely break the fuselage and jump out a little before falling. At this time, the reaction of ordinary people is basically screaming and grabbing the thing closest to them, and then die with the flow.

Anyway... let's consider the situation in front of me first. I'm about to sink. The mud and water have already spread to my neck and my whole body is very painful, but there should be no fracture. It seems that something has penetrated into my clothes. Maybe it's a spider, a nematode, or a leech, but this is nothing serious. Nothing will be worse than the feeling of suffocation.

Let me try to struggle a few times, well... very well, sinking a little more, and there was no vine or branch around me that I could catch. It seemed that at this moment I could only pray that a crocodile with human wisdom had dragged me out, and I was willing to pay it for a pound of meat.

After more than ten seconds, my mouth and nose were completely submerged in the mud. At that moment, I thought a lot. Life flew past my eyes. The two seconds that I couldn't breathe seemed to be as long as more than twenty years, but soon, I noticed one thing, that is... In fact, the water in this place is not deep. After I straighten my feet, I can stand inside and my head can poke out of the water...

So I tried to get out of the mud. The more I walked to the edge, the shallower the mud and water became, and soon it became less laborious. Not long after, I fell on the soft soil and panted on my back for a while. The smell in the air was really bad, and it was damp and stuffy. I didn't like the tropics very much. I really hope to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.

Looking back now, this meeting to Southern Cross County is probably a conspiracy. They asked me to wear this uncomfortable suit, wear a tie, and attend in person in a decent manner. As a result, the old guys' speeches at the meeting were completely unrealistic. After the meeting, the return plane suddenly lost control over this rarely visited rainforest. There were too many strange places... But then again, if HL really wants to get rid of me, it seems more convenient to find a few masters to assassinate me. I am not a public figure and don't need to pretend to be an accident to cover up. Could it be that this crash was caused by the steel rules?

Forget it, I can’t figure it out for a while, so let’s take one step at a time and try to return to a civilized society first.

I took out the things I carried with me and wanted to see what could help. Bone guns should not be of much use, unless there is a huge monster in the movie that I need to use a gun; the universal can opener is my favorite small invention, cutting, pulling, filing, chopping, cutting, and digging, and this one can definitely be used; a genuine leather wallet contains some change, various magnetic cards and my unlimited credit cards, which should be completely useless.

Okay, the situation is not too bad. Let's go to the wreckage of the plane to see if you can find anything.
Chapter completed!