C55 (2/2)

Not only me, but many immigrants who have lived their entire lives can't tell the difference, let alone calculate it.

Looking at the silent and busy M, for a moment I just thought she was kind-hearted and meticulous. If I had noticed her peculiarity earlier, M might not have died in the end.

”No matter what,” Fatty said excitedly, ”our society has saved up enough funds. Next week's Labor Day holiday will be held, and we will set off for the Great Fog Mountain this weekend!”

— —

The storm is coming

”Prophecy is an ability that first appeared in all sorts of historical records. ”The earliest records can be traced back to the prophecy of Genesis Ino, and the prophecy of Noah's three sons, Shem, Ham and Avor …”

DickPound took a sip of his cola and said mysteriously, ”I believe that there are still many people living around us who have the ability to predict things. However, they rarely announce their abilities to the public … You know Darren. Brown? The magician who won the 'prediction' lottery. He wrote the prediction number on the ping-pong ball the day before the lottery opened in front of the live broadcast and the audience. All! The number was written down on a live broadcast a day ago. No one had entered the table tennis area during the opening of the lottery. This was not the first time he had predicted success. He had won at least £2.4 million before, and the lottery authorities now clearly forbade him to buy another lottery ticket. How did he do it? Could it be an ordinary illusion? Comeon! ”Only those special abilities can give a reasonable explanation of his abilities...”

”Then do you know the divination technique?” I asked.

”I'm practicing, but normal people need to use props to start their superpowers, for example, your Chinese shaking sign, divination, or our Western Ocean crystal ball …” ”I'm practicing, but normal people need to use props to start their superpowers in the beginning.”

”Then did you shake it before you left this time?” I rolled my eyes and collapsed on the ground.

”Did you f * cking predict the yellow rain these few days?”

”...” ”Actually, even if I am unable to use the Prophecy Technique, I can still check the weather forecast first …” Sayaka sat at the side and whispered.

Outside the tent, it was pouring rain.

The five of us were in Tennessee, six hours' drive from Georgia.

Two of the three tents had been blown down, and the five people were currently squeezed into the military waterproof one brought by DickPound.

The military tent that DickPound's father, the school manager, had given him when he joined the Boy Scouts was customized by the military from the Colombian Outdoor Supplies Company. The tent was made by the military, and it was made by a Class 10 typhoon that could not be blown.

Now, however, the roof was empty except for the branches that had been broken by the torrential rain.

Back to 48 hours ago.

I was still in bed dreaming when I was awakened by a sharp knock on the door.

”Wang, we are leaving!” Faintly, I heard Sayaka calling me from outside.

DickPound and Darwin's car were already waiting outside the door of the house. On the back of the red Dodger was a small trailer.

I thought we'd have to rent a trailer anyway.

”We're not even 21 yet. Renting a car and insurance is way too expensive.” Darwin said: ”But we have all the materials that we need for the camping trip.”

Sayaka carried an 'extremely dry' waterproof bag. Inside it were clothes, toilets, and medicine.

”Wang, this is for you …” Sayaka said as she stuffed the two items into M and me's hands.

An elaborate multifunctional flashlight with a flashlight in the front and a simple screwdriver, tweezers and scissors in the back. In the middle of the handle of the flashlight, there was a calibrated electronic watch and a humidifier.

The M that Sayaka gave me had signs of wear and tear on its exterior. It should be quite a few years old.

”Mom and Dad brought them from Japan when they came to the United States in the year of Zhao and 60.” Sayaka said embarrassedly.

”This thing is really heaven-defying!” I pressed the button and the light came on.

Zhaohe 60 years is the western yuan 1985, did not expect the ten years ago the old thing still has not half a dime problem now. Sometimes I admire the rigor of the Japanese. They like to do things to the extreme, and even bring this obsession with detail into their daily lives.

Sayaka is a good example. I have seen her class notes before, those with dense obsessive-compulsive disorder would probably go crazy.

M was still carrying his schoolbag with an umbrella and a kettle.

I don't know what the American community would look like on a field trip. I'd imagine it would be like a spring outing when I was a kid.

So before I left, I stuffed everything under the bed into my bag: chicken wings, vacuum duck necks, fish-skin peanuts, and braised beef noodle — in the United States, and especially in the small towns I lived in, these snacks were absolutely priceless treasures, and I wouldn't trade them for dollars.

Along the way, my mouth never stopped moving. Other than Darwin occasionally grabbing my duck neck, the other three people politely rejected delicious food that came from China.

To put it bluntly, our destination was not mysterious. It was the natural cave that Tennessee claimed to have the 'largest underground lake in the world', called the 'LostSea'.

Until the nineteenth century, Lost Sea was only a legend among the native Indians.

As we all know, Tennessee is an inland state of the United States. It is geographically equivalent to our own Guizhou Province. The landforms of the two places were very similar. There were many valleys and caves, and the climate was also quite humid.

However, it was this Inland Indian native who had been spreading rumors for thousands of years that his ancestors had come from the sea. And the sea existed in the depths of their cave — where they had come from.

It sounded like a fantasy story.

So the Spaniards who first arrived in Tennessee scoffed at the legend, but it was just a talk, and no one really looked into it.

It was not until 1905, when a rascal called Ben happened to discover this huge underground lake while playing in the cave, that the mysterious lost sea was announced to the world.