I stopped me: "Slippery stockings can be used, don't throw them away."

"What's the point of making use of? Do you still want to play with stockings on this desolate island?"

The flight attendant smiled and joked with me.

I wiped my face with sea water, shook my head, and sighed: "You don't know, can stockings be used as filters to filter pure water?"

Hearing me say this, the flight attendant laughed: "Haha, it turns out that you are still a master of survival in the wilderness. It seems that I will follow you in the future."

After saying that, he picked up the stockings and handed them to me.

After we soaked in the sea for a while, we found some oysters on the coral reefs, and I took them off with a knife.

Put it into the stewardess' stockings.

This thing can be eaten raw, but it will be more delicious if cooked on fire. Anyway, it can be considered a kind of food.

We were planning to take a little more, but after searching all the coral reefs by the sea, we couldn't find many.

It seems that this is a relatively barren place, and even oysters don’t want to survive in this place. There is no way, so they have to temporarily return to the gap.

Now for us, only the cave in the gap is the only place to hide.

Seeing that we had brought food back, the eyes of the four people on the other side of the cave lit up.

Since the plane crash, everyone has been groaning without sticking their teeth and their stomachs have been croaking.

As long as you see something you eat, no matter what you eat, you can just stuff it into your mouth.

Everyone was like a vicious dog seeing shit, with red eyes and staring at the few oysters in the stockings.

I knocked the oysters with a knife, and each person ate two. Although it was not enough to even stuff the teeth, there was only one thing, and there was no way to not be enough.

Everyone was hungry and watched the sun slowly set, and the day passed in hunger and exhaustion.

I let the flight attendant sleep at the innermost part, protecting the flight attendant myself, afraid that the man with glasses would hurt the flight attendant.

The man with a depressed look on his face, sleeping outside, the priest and nun leaning against the cave wall to recite scriptures, and the other woman seemed to be not sleepy, wandering outside the cave until she didn't know when.

The next day, a scream woke everyone up.

Everyone opened their eyes and saw a dead man lying outside the cave. The dead man was lying on the beach with his intestines flowing all over the floor.

It's not someone else, it's a man with glasses.

Seeing the man with glasses who suddenly died outside, all the girls were so scared that they were trembling with their hands and feet, hiding in the cave, they did not dare to come out.

The priest was chanting scriptures there, as if he was releasing the dead man in glasses.

I walked out with a knife.

When I walked to the man with glasses, I squatted down and found that the man with glasses had his belly cut open, as if it was cut by some sharp blade.

I couldn't help but look at the knife in my hand.

According to normal circumstances, I am the only one who has such a knife in the hands of these people.

If the man with glasses was killed by a knife cut his stomach, the biggest weapon might be the knife in my hand.

I looked at the knife in my hand and found that there was no blood on the knife.

Is this knife killing the man with glasses a little confused?

If this knife was killed, why didn't the man with glasses stay on this knife?
Chapter completed!