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Chapter 53 Rescue workers are coming
Everyone looked and saw Luo Hao returning to the car holding a white foam box.

He carefully placed the box on the ground and touched the label that belonged only to the live broadcast room. The panic in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"Luo Hao, what does this mean? Do you have a satellite phone?" a group of people asked in surprise.

Luo Hao shook his head slowly. "I don't have a satellite phone, but I have this thing." He tore off the tape on the box and carefully took out a white spherical bell with a hole. "It is our savior."

"Bells? Luo Hao, are you kidding us? Do you think we can joke at this critical moment?"

The group of people were very disappointed. They thought Luo Hao could come up with something, but it turned out to be a bell.

This is in an uninhabited area, not a game of house, so what use can the bell have?
Even Martin turned his head away disappointedly. He was really desperate and actually placed his last hope on Luo Hao.

He strode away, walked back to the car, checked the gas tank, and calculated how far he could go next.

No one believed him, but Luo Hao didn't care. He just followed the instructions in the manual, grabbed the bell with one hand, shook it, and threw it hard to the ground.

“Beep~beep~beep~”

The bell made of white porcelain emitted a dazzling light the moment it fell to the ground. Several red and green rays of light shot out from the grass, and the alarm sounded that everyone was familiar with.

The shrill alarm frightened several people so much that they started cursing.

"Luo Hao, are you sick? You're so scared."

"At this critical moment, could you please stop making trouble and go play with your broken bell somewhere else?"

"I really believed your lies. I thought you had some way to ask for help. What's the point of asking for help from an alarm? If you want to die, don't drag us down with you."

The group of people cursed mercilessly, perhaps because they knew they might not be able to escape from the desert, or perhaps because they were unwilling to die here.

For a moment, everyone vented out their resentment, helplessness, and panic.

Luo Hao turned a deaf ear to the accusations. Seeing that the distress bell had sent out a signal, he picked it up from the haystack.

"Whether you believe it or not, as long as we have this thing, we can't get lost. If you want to leave, then I won't keep you, but I will stop here."

"The distress bell has sent out a location message. Rescuers will find us no later than tonight."

He stopped a group of people who wanted to drive away, took out his few belongings from the car, put on his hat and clothes, and sat on the ground stubbornly.

"The island farmers' stuff is never fake, and I won't joke with you at this critical moment of life and death. If you leave, you'll die. If you don't leave, you may still have a chance of survival if you stay. It's up to you to choose."

These words made the people who wanted to leave hesitate. They looked at each other, their eyes scanning over him and Martin one after another.

They came in with the leader, and if they want to leave, it depends on his choice.

Martin gritted his teeth and said, "That's what you said, but how sure are you?"

Luo Hao said without hesitation: "If it is something else, then I estimate that there is only a tiny chance. But this is the farmer's thing, so it is 100% certain."

"Since it has come to this, why not stay and take a chance. If it really doesn't work, it's not too late for you to leave." He said the farmer with a firm look in his eyes, touching the bell in his hand, and vowed that he was very sure that they could definitely survive.

"Okay, I'll trust you this time. We'll stay here for one night. If the rescue team you mentioned doesn't come, I'll leave no matter what happens."

Martin was impressed by his self-confidence and changed his mind about leaving. He chose to trust this unreliable young man again.

Since the team leaders had stayed, there was no reason for the rest of the group to leave alone, so they all got on the bus with suspicion in their hearts, waiting for time to pass.

They will die anyway, the only difference is dying early or late. If this is really a one in ten thousand chance, then can they be saved?

At night, as darkness falls, the temperature drops sharply.

The few people who were only wearing jackets and had no extra warm clothes could only find a pile of wood to make a fire. Everyone sat around the only fire source and shared a few bags of compressed biscuits.

Seven hours have passed since the distress signal was sent out, and there is still no sign of anyone. Everyone's mood has changed from anticipation to numbness.

Martin finished the last bite of the biscuit resentfully and decided to wait another ten minutes. If he still didn't come, he would get in the car and leave.

The current temperature is estimated to be zero degrees, and it will drop further when it is the coldest in the middle of the night.

It is not realistic to just hide in the car. You need to save fuel and find a place to shelter from the wind as soon as possible.

He glanced at Luo Hao opposite him and saw that he didn't seem worried at all. He was still nibbling on the few remaining half a biscuit and drinking water in small sips, as if he didn't seem to be bothered at all.

Martin wanted to kneel down to this eccentric young man. At this critical moment of life and death, everyone was so anxious that they couldn't eat, but he was fine, acting as if nothing had happened.

He looked away and licked the biscuit crumbs off his fingers.

Before he had finished sucking his first finger, a whistle sounded suddenly in the distance.

He suddenly stood up, took out a telescope and looked, and saw that there were more than a dozen cars on the empty road ahead.

"There are cars, a convoy, our savior is here." He turned around suddenly and quickly conveyed the good news to everyone.

"What! Rescue workers are coming?"

“Here we are.”

"Help, come quickly, we are here!"

Everyone ran to the middle of the road, took out their flashlights and responded to each other.

A group of people cried for joy. They never thought that they were saved. The convoy came and they would not die in the no-man's land.

Amid the urgent calls, the car slowly stopped in front of them.

The rescuers got out of the car and their first words shocked them.

"Who among you sent out the distress signal? We are the police from the Fog Shadow District. We rushed here as soon as we received the distress signal. I want to ask, did anyone of you manage to buy the distress bell?"

The distress bell, it really is this thing!

Everyone looked back suddenly and saw Luo Hao still chewing on the dry compressed biscuits.

He saw everyone's surprised and doubtful looks, swallowed, and waved his hand.

Martin was almost confused. What on earth was a bell? It turned out to be really useful.

"The host is amazing. We have gained five more merit points."

From the moment the distress bell was sold, 001's cheers never stopped.

The merit value on the panel soared all the way, increasing by twelve in one night.

It turned out to be the host it carefully selected. Its brain was different. The things it developed brought more merits than the others.

And this is just the lowest-level thing made by the tool room. If it sells things from the mall later, it can't guess how much merit it will gain.

Thinking about his merits and virtues soaring, 001 almost laughed like an idiot.

Ji Yunhe rolled her eyes at 001. She was laughing like that with only five merits. She thought she would get at least ten.

(End of this chapter)