Chapter 40 What kind of sharks are these?
"Ahhh—"
A screaming woman ran past Bai Mu. The reason was that someone had died; there weren't just one or two sharks, but a whole group.
People who couldn't get back to shore in time were devoured by the sharks. Normally, sharks aren't very interested in humans; they only bite out of curiosity to test the waters.
If it's not their target, they simply give up. What happens to the person being tested isn't their concern.
The problem is that when a group of sharks arrives, one wants to test the waters, and another wants to test the waters too. They don't shout, "This is a person, not what we want to eat, don't waste our time, leave!"
So the sharks line up, taking turns biting and nibbling. Once they've confirmed that the person isn't on their menu, they move on to the next target.
"..." What Bai Mu found even more incomprehensible was why there were so many sharks.
Even on the set of Jaws, this shouldn't be happening. Some sharks were even wading into the shallows—is that something sharks are capable of? And the aggression these sharks displayed was like they were on drugs.
The Resident Evil was gone, now there are sharks—is this some kind of disaster movie?
Amidst the chaos, Bai Mu tried to find the brave souls. Since it was the Fisherman's Dream, the probability of finding him among the brave would be higher.
However, Bai Mu couldn't find the Fisherman, which frustrated him. He wondered if the Fisherman wasn't an immersive Dream Source, possessing a clear understanding of his arrival and knowing he was a 'transmigrator,' thus choosing not to actively intervene.
In such a vast place, finding someone deliberately hiding was incredibly difficult.
The chaos caused by the sharks lasted for a while. Once the water's edge was deserted, the sharks, having lost their new target, gradually left, and the chaotic tourists returned to calm.
Those bitten to death were handled by designated personnel, and frightened tourists could leave or go to a bar for a drink.
Bai Mu also joined the fun. He wasn't in a hurry to leave the Dream. As for Dream Sources, if he could find one, he would; if not, he would leave normally. He wouldn't force it.
This wasn't a main quest he had to complete. Bai Mu didn't drink and wasn't particularly interested in the beach bar. After experiencing it for a while, he left. He figured he might as well find a place to buy a laptop.
To the locals, Bai Mu was just a local Asian tourist, his skin color considered safe. Buying the computer went smoothly; he'd carefully considered its performance. He
figured he'd bring it back with him, and if he was going to buy something, he'd buy a good one. Besides, he couldn't forget his phone charger and other essentials. If he had more money, he'd practically buy a shipping container.
With the computer, the investigation would be much easier. A quick search on the search engine… Wait a minute!
Browsing the results, Bai Mu suddenly remembered something. There was no language barrier when entering the alternate dream, but what about the things he brought out?
The contents of that storage disk might not be in the local language of Rota City. How did the processing bureau identify it?
The language of Rota City was different from what Bai Mu knew; there were similarities, but they weren't identical.
Copying the search results into a pre-made text file, Bai Mu briefly considered the detail and then stopped thinking about it. Whether the processing bureau could read or not, he'd find out once he brought the information back.
Bai Mu spent over two hours searching online, essentially completing his investigation. The next step for the bureau personnel would be to consider the local cultural characteristics.
During his research, Bai Mu also tried to find any unusual phenomena in this world, but found nothing, only a plethora of supernatural tales.
Finally, empty-handed, Bai Mu unplugged the USB drive from his laptop, stuffed it into his suitcase, and left the internet cafe.
Accommodation required identification, which he didn't have, but in this small town, for the sake of the US dollar, having identification wasn't important.
It was only for a two-day stay.
He returned to the West Coast, where there were far fewer people. After all, there had been a shark attack and deaths; it probably wouldn't reopen anytime soon. However, apart from this area, there were still quite a few tourists in other places. Even out of curiosity about the shark killing, quite a few people came to join the fun, and some even dared to challenge the sharks.
In short… quite courageous, I suppose.
Deep in the ocean, Bai Mu saw thick, dark clouds. He took out his phone to check the weather forecast; a storm was coming soon.
"I'll go back to playing games." He carefully examined the rest of the west coast through binoculars, but still couldn't find the fisherman, so Bai Mu was about to give up.
Normally, after entering a dream world, the first thing to do is either find the dream source, or it's very difficult to find, right?
He had just arrived in the dream world, and although his clothes weren't suitable for the west coast, he still immediately started looking for the fisherman.
Even after being approached by people who liked to join in the fun, Bai Mu didn't stop searching.
The fisherman's features were very obvious: his skin was dark from years of sun exposure, unlike the kind of skin that has a natural ability to hide in the dark. He was easily distinguishable.
The dark-skinned men on the beach couldn't interfere with Bai Mu's search.
As for those hot girls… if the fisherman was really there, he was like a cactus among flowers, even easier to find.
Back at his temporary lodgings, Bai Mu charged his phone and began surfing the internet.
Until the predicted storm arrived—a very strong storm—the noise outside was still unmistakable even with headphones on, despite the windows being tightly closed.
Bai Mu drew back the curtains, watching the storm unfold unmoved. In a warm, sheltered place, watching the storm that had nothing to do with him was, in a way, a kind of beautiful scene, was n't it?
At least he thought it was quite nice; the storm wouldn't affect him anyway.
Unless…
"??" Bai Mu's eyes widened as he watched the unidentified flying object approaching from the sky. He quickly jumped aside from the window, the sound of shattering glass ringing out.
A large amount of rainwater flooded the hotel room. Bai Mu grabbed his suitcase and smashed it on the thing's head, then immediately closed his laptop, securing his data before silently staring at the object on the floor. If
he wasn't mistaken, this thing could only survive in water; it would die of suffocation once it stopped swimming.
The problem was that this thing had just flown down like a cannonball, heading straight for him.
If he hadn't dodged quickly, it probably would have used the force of its descent to bite off his head as it hit him.
The shark, after landing on the ground and taking the lightning strike from the white curtain, was still struggling stubbornly, trying to twist its body and lunge to bite the white curtain.
What kind of shark is this? So fierce?
(End of Chapter)