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The oil lamp inside the glass cover emitted a dim light, staining the rain-drenched night.
Nine people were scattered across the hillside, their lights resembling tiny fireflies dancing in the mist and rain.
Occasionally, the natives shouted their companion's names with all their might, but no one responded.
Chen Zhou's sailor uniform was soaked by the rain as he carried an oil lamp in one hand and a telescope in the other, furrowing his brow as he climbed the slippery slope, pulling Lai Fu straight towards the mountaintop.
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Today's heavy rain far exceeded his expectations, with rainfall intensity not inferior to the aftermath of the storm shortly after Robinson landed on the island, and its duration even longer.
In such weather, forget humans; even robust wild animals would abandon their plans to hunt outside and stay quietly in their nests.
