The drizzle still fell from the sky, and before they set foot on the island, Yan Ming had provided them with raincoats. The group walked along while searching through the roadside bushes, attempting to find some clues.
Yu Chuang sighed, wiping the rainwater off his face with his hand, "This dreadful weather is too much, and the show wouldn't possibly place clues along the road. Let's go look for some residential houses. Since this is a fishing island, there must be houses where people used to live."
After walking along the flat road came an uphill climb. Ji Tian, looking at the steep slope, tapped on her legs and hung her head in misery. The group walked in silence. Halfway up, Ji Tian frowned, "If only we had communication devices, we could split up and search, saving more time."
Unfortunately, before coming to the island, all communication devices, such as mobile phones, were confiscated.
