Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

Qin Chuan quietly activated a divine spell, and invisible threads appeared on the ground.

The vibrations coming from the ground were intermittent. He could feel someone walking in the distance, the subtle vibrations from their footsteps on the stone slabs transmitted through the ground to the soles of his feet.

The signal was very faint, making it impossible to identify who it was, but at least the approximate location and distance were known.

Qin Chuan steadied himself and focused all his attention on the soles of his feet.

Eleven sets of vibration signals were distributed at different locations inside the fence.

Most people did indeed stand close to the edge of the fence. But two or three of them were bolder and positioned themselves slightly further inside.

Qin Chuan locked onto the nearest signal, roughly five or six meters to his right front.

Instead of rushing over immediately, he pretended to continue feeling his way along the railing and slowly moved in that direction.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The signal started moving. The other party noticed Qin Chuan approaching and was moving to the side.

But she didn't move quickly, perhaps thinking that Qin Chuan hadn't noticed her yet.

Four steps, five steps.

Qin Chuan suddenly felt a gust of wind.

Someone approached him from his right.

The person's steps were very light, almost without any vibration, but Qin Chuan could not miss the change in the airflow. A faint warm breeze blew from the right, carrying a trace of body temperature.

They came to pat him on the back.

Qin Chuan counted down three seconds in his mind.

Three, two, one.

He turned around abruptly and grabbed at the direction of the airflow with his right hand.

My fingers touched the fabric.

caught!

Qin Chuan's fingers gripped a section of his sleeve, and then he pulled the person over.

"Ah!" A short, startled cry escaped the man's lips. He cried out instinctively, then immediately covered his mouth.

Qin Chuan reached out his other hand and supported her shoulder to prevent her from running away.

My palms touched a soft sweater fabric, thin and close-fitting, with warm shoulders underneath.

"Guess who she is?" It was Shen Mimi who spoke, her voice coming from the other side of the fence.

Great, Shen Mimi can be ruled out now.

"Alright, I'll check the goods first," Qin Chuan said, focusing his attention on the person under his command.

The other person didn't struggle, but you could feel that her body was very tense and her breathing was more rapid than before.

Qin Chuan loosened his grip on her shoulder and began to grope downwards.

First, the face.

My fingers touched a smooth cheek, the skin delicate and slightly cool. I felt the bridge of her nose, straight and with clean lines. Then came her lips, soft and full. Her chin was pointed, with a beautiful curve.

"Hehe." Someone in the distance was chuckling.

Qin Chuan ignored him and continued inspecting the goods.

Her neck was long and slender, and the hollow of her collarbone was very prominent. Her fingers traced below her collarbone and touched the neckline of her sweater.

The sweater's fabric was smooth, elastic, and fit snugly against the skin. Qin Chuan's hand continued to move down the outside of the sweater.

When they reached Jade Peak, Qin Chuan paused for a moment.

No, this curvature is too large.

The moment my palm touched it, I felt an exaggerated fullness. The sweater fabric was stretched very tight, and its bottom contour was ridiculously rounded, making it impossible to hold in my hand.

Qin Chuan felt it again.

That's right. This size is unique among the eleven people present.

The palm continued to move downwards.

Waist. Slender, but not the bony kind of thin; rather, slender with curves and flesh.

Below that is the millstone. Round and perky, the yoga pants are made of a taut fabric that feels incredibly elastic to the touch.

Qin Chuan inspected everything from top to bottom and already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

From afar, Su Yubing's voice drifted over, her tone languid: "Brother Chuan, after all this time, are you doing quality control or authentication?"

Laugh out loud.

Qin Chuan cleared his throat.

"I guess it's Liu Yan."

After saying that, he reached out and lifted the hood.

The firelight burst into view.

Standing in front of me was a woman wearing a light blue sweater, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, and her face flushed red.

Liu Yan.

"How did you know it was me?" Liu Yan pushed Qin Chuan's chest with her hand and scolded him.

Before Qin Chuan could speak, Su Yubing said something from the side.

"That's too easy. The main problem is that the place is too big."

As Su Yubing spoke, her phoenix eyes glanced at Liu Yan's chest, her expression remaining calm and composed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone inside the enclosure burst into laughter. Shen Mimi laughed so hard she bent over, while Kitagawa Keiko slapped her thigh. Vivian's cat tail swung like a fan.

Liu Yan's face turned even redder, but she couldn't help but laugh, pointing at Su Yubing with her finger: "Teacher Su, that's enough."

"I'm stating the facts," Su Yubing said, shrugging slightly.

Qin Chuan, feigning innocence, raised his hand and said, "I also made this conclusion based on a comprehensive assessment."

"A comprehensive judgment?" Liu Yan glanced at him sideways. "Are you sure your hand wasn't making a comprehensive judgment about something else?"

Another burst of laughter followed.

Liu Yan had no choice; if she guessed right, she guessed right, and rules were rules.

She walked to the brazier, tidied her hair, and cleared her throat.

"Then I'll sing G.E.M.'s 'Light Years Away'."

Liu Yan's voice is husky and languid; when she sings ballads, each note seems to be wrapped in a thin veil. The low notes are deep and resonant, while the high notes have a slight hoarseness, but they are not harsh.

"Feel the fingertips resting on my hair, how time freezes in an instant..."

The firelight shone on her face, making her fair skin appear even more radiant against her misty blue sweater. When she sang with deep emotion, she closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and let her long hair fall over her shoulders.

When the song ended, applause rang out.

"It sounds great!" Shen Mimi exclaimed.

Doria listened intently, her long, silvery-white hair shimmering warmly in the firelight, her eyes sparkling: "It's so beautiful... What's the name of this song?"

"Light Years Away," Liu Yan said. "I'll teach you to sing it later."

"Okay!" Doria nodded vigorously.

Qin Chuan pulled the hood down again, and darkness fell before his eyes once more.

"continue."

Qin Chuan put the black hood back on.

My vision was plunged into pure darkness once again.

"Are you ready?"

"alright!"

This time, everyone learned their lesson. No one sneaked over to take pictures of him anymore. The area was quiet, with only the crackling of the campfire in the distance and occasional whispers.

The signal from the wire mesh beneath Qin Chuan's feet came back.

Eleven red dots were scattered in various corners of the circle. This time they were more spaced out than last time, clearly learning from the lesson of Liu Yan's arrest and no longer clustering together.

Qin Chuan began to move.

This time, he didn't walk along the edge; he went straight to the center of the circle, deliberately making his steps heavier.

The red dots began to dodge. He moved to the left, and the red dots on the left moved to the right. He moved forward, and the red dots in front of him moved backward.

Qin Chuan suddenly changed direction and rushed three steps to the right front.

The two red dots separated in a panic. One ran to the left, and the other to the right.

Qin Chuan lunged at the one on the right.

But he missed. The other person reacted too quickly, shifting their body to the side and slipping past his arm. A gust of wind brushed past his fingertips, carrying a cool body temperature.

The footsteps quickly faded into the distance.

Qin Chuan stood still and adjusted his direction.

The wire mesh shows a red dot forced to the edge of the railing. Behind it is the railing, and its escape routes on both sides are blocked by others.

The red dot stopped next to the railing and remained motionless.

Qin Chuan walked in that direction. His steps were slow, deliberate, like a cheetah closing in on its prey.

The other person's breathing was getting closer.

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

Qin Chuan suddenly stretched out his right hand.

They caught them this time.