Chapter 819 - Countdown
A few people carried handbags on their shoulders and loaded them up outside the camp. They found a shore with great scenery and put down fish guards, awnings, net bags, and folding bags. Stools and other utensils were placed, the solar panels were tilted under the sun, and the electric fan was blowing.
If you want to take it first, you must give it to it first. I sprinkled a handful of fine dough balls to make a nest, and then started to hang bait and swing the rod.
"I will definitely catch a big one today. I saw it two days ago. A big guy with at least one meter ran in. You have to help me then."
"I will definitely catch it. Help, let it drag up not only one meter, but also three meters.”
"I'm not greedy, just two feet is enough!"
"Don't worry, I've been hunting this nest for three days. I dare not say more. At least one-tenth of the fish here have come here. People in the world say ' That’s me, the fish feeder.”
It’s not surprising that several fishing fans come together, both capable and ordinary people, to share the same hobby.
Although they didn't know each other before, once they took out the "joint code" of the fishing rod, everyone who knew it would understand it. All the fishermen immediately found an organization and formed a group to attack. They were even more interested in eating, sleeping and fighting monsters. Still high.
The crystal-clear fishing lines were thrown into the water one after another, and there were many figures running back and forth under the water. The fishermen on the shore opened their eyes wide, looking forward to their harvest.
"Hey, there are a lot of "meal strips" (white striped fish)!"
"It's nothing. After three days of nesting, everything in the water will come together, and there will definitely be a big fish."
>"Coming, coming! Oops, I'm going, yes 'Meal stick'! "
"Your hook is too small! You need to change it to a bigger one!"
He took off the hook and threw it back in disgust. In the water, a group of "meal sticks" were startled and fled in all directions.
Small "meal sticks" that are no more than half a foot long are difficult to satisfy these veteran fishermen who come here specifically for big products.
Another float moved.
The fish here are so hungry that even if they make nests, they are not enough to feed them. Basically, they can catch exactly one fish every time.
"Meal sticks" and "meal sticks" were seen again. Several fishermen were fascinated. Even if they changed to big hooks, there would still be "meal sticks" that would not hesitate to open their mouths and bite.
The harvest was pretty good after we collected the poles one after another. There were more than a dozen "meal sticks", which were not even enough to stew in a pot.
Occasionally, a stupid local Luo Fei, no bigger than a hand, takes the bait.
After sitting on the shore for more than two hours, most of the "meal sticks" running around in the water have become "open mouths (the hooks have been pulled out)", but it is still difficult to stop them from biting the hooks. Enthusiasm makes these fishermen begin to doubt life. What about the big deal? Are they all useless "meal sticks" and a local Luo Fei who is underage?
Have all the large items more than one meter long flown away?
Hey, get up quickly and come out to eat bait!
Not far from these fishermen, the bottom of a large pit with a diameter of three meters was covered with thick vegetation ash, which was more than two feet thick. Even after watering and extinguishing the remaining fire, But the scorching heat still remained.
Not long ago, a large wire net was thrown into the water, sweeping the entire new lake without any blind spots. The net passed like a grate, and all the fish that could not pass through the mesh were caught in the net and dragged ashore.
Chen Xiaoer tried his best to build a fully automated killing and cleaning machine, removing the fishy smell and seasoning one by one. The two-story iron tower covered the pit filled with firewood, hundreds of The roasting iron kept turning, almost completely covering up the heat emitted by the flame.
As long as the fish is longer than 20 centimeters, no fish will be spared.
After this battle, if you want to see big cargo again in the lake, you have to wait at least another ten days and a half.
These enthusiastic newcomers to the fishermen are destined to come here to take advantage of the excitement and return disappointed. There will no longer be anything that can satisfy them.
The S-class superpower who guided Chen Fei throughout his work was finally satisfied. Thousands of grilled fish were enough for her to eat for more than half a month.
Chen Fei has another piece of information. The space storage device in the boss's hands has a large capacity, and can even be enough to hold a large amount of grilled fish.
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“There are still 0 days until the second round of “wormhole clouds” appear.”
On the large signboard erected in the observation camp, the countdown finally returned zero.
However, the timer did not stop, but continued to count.
Everyone in the camp was a little nervous, and even had a little bit of expectation. Everyone in the command center was also on duty, preparing for the upcoming "wormhole cloud".
"The world is peaceful, nothing happened!"
Yan Ling took out a barbecue skewer and looked at Chen Fei.
A miniature headset hangs above her left ear. Like Chen Fei, she maintains contact with the command center.
Not only in the observation camp, there were no black swirling clouds anywhere on Blue Star. As for the space, there were no black swirling clouds either.
"There may be errors, and my special ability is not a 'prophecy'."
Chen Fei can only use "Adam" to conduct big data deductions, and he plays with probability. It is completely different from prophecy.
“The warning time cannot last long. After all, you can only be a thief for a thousand days, and there is no reason to prevent a thief for a thousand days.”
The kebabs in Yan Ling’s hands are no longer grilled fish, but grilled fish. Beef tenderloin, with a kick of spices, is particularly tempting.
Two days ago, a lost bison entered the camp by mistake. Of course, this was not a big mistake, and no one blamed it. After all, it was not a big mistake, and we would just change it in the next life.
Maintaining a state of readiness for war at all times will not only cause fatigue to the combat effectiveness of Blue Star Civilization, but also consume a large amount of combat readiness materials.
A large group of people do nothing to produce and just wait stupidly, which does not bring any benefit to social and economic development.
"It's a pity that we still know too little about parasitic species."
Chen Fei's mentality at this moment is somewhat contradictory. He not only hopes that the "wormhole cloud" will come soon, but also hopes that it will come soon. Never come.
The history of the extraterrestrial alien race "Sagali" far exceeds the current civilization of Blue Star. The latter's testable history is only about two million years, and it will not exceed three million years, including the third generation. The Neanderthal clan of epoch civilization.
The "Sacharis", whose main way of survival is parasitism, are believed to have existed for more than 100 million years, or even longer, so long that even they can't remember it.
Time is not of great significance to these parasitic species, so much so that it even takes tens of thousands of years to put a civilized planet on the "dining table".
The Blue Star civilization that is targeted by "Sagali" will not be able to bear even a hundred years, let alone ten thousand years. Just thinking about it will make people feel stressed.
Aware of Chen Fei's emotional change, Yan Ling still said relaxedly: "If the sky falls, there will be a tall man holding it up. You are just a B-level, so don't think too much."
"Hmm!"
Chen Fei couldn't help but glance at the other person. The S-class superpower was already qualified to be called a "tall man".
24 hours passed quickly.
First day.
Blue Star Civilization sings, dances, stocks speculate, everything is peaceful.
Only a few people are careful and don't dare to be careless.
The next day.
The public seemed to be aware of the tense atmosphere among the sovereign's senior officials. After all, paper could not contain the fire, and some news leaked out.
Soon it got out of hand. Various rumors seemed to be engulfed on all sides. The truth and rumors were intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the false.
Sovereignty began to arrest people, especially those who would appear at any time and jump up and down for fear that the world would not be in chaos. They were all locked up to reflect on themselves.
The third day.
The sovereigns seemed relieved.
The "wormhole cloud" still has not appeared. According to this trend, it seems that it will not appear again.
Although the planets revolve around the star Sun in fixed orbits, the entire star system itself is in motion all the time, closely following the spiral arms of the Milky Way. The supreme rules of the force field affect the entire time and space at all times.
Even if it was possible to anchor the position before, in the next second, the blue star, the sun, the moon, Venus, Mercury, Jupiter... these stars are no longer where they are, but have left a hundred thousand Eight thousand miles away.
The fourth day.
It has just fallen into the night on the continent of Africa, and the last rays of the sun have sunk into the horizon.
On the rough sea at the Cape of Good Hope at the southern tip of the mainland, a sudden thunderstorm released countless thick and long lightning bolts, lighting up the entire sky as if it were daytime.
In the depths where the lightning and thunder were densest, a wisp of darkness appeared in the sky, and expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally forming a huge black vortex.
Almost at the same time.
Over the Tiberian snowfields, heavy snowflakes were scattered by lightning. Within a radius of a kilometer, the permafrost began to melt, and the snow water turned into gurgling streams.
Over the Grand Canal across the southern continent of America and the northern continent, the waterway dried up without warning, revealing a dark river bed.
On the big island of Borneo, the dense rainforest was instantly wiped out, along with an indigenous village. Above the cleared forest, a black cloud slowly rotated at low altitude.
Honolulu in the Pacific Ocean...
The Central Desert of Oceania...
The Dead Sea of Europa Continent...
Desert Peninsula...
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“Wormhole clouds” appeared one after another, and the number soon exceeded single digits. (End of this chapter)