Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The salty sea breeze wafted by as Bi Fang sat on the rocks, exhaling gently.

Many fishermen by the sea call dolphins "sea pigs."

They wouldn’t actively catch sea pigs; over ninety percent of fishermen, to a greater or lesser extent, were superstitious. They firmly avoided unfamiliar fish species, believing they would bring calamity.

Bi Fang didn’t fully believe what the fishermen said, based on what he knew.

In Japan, the regulatory safety limits for mercury content in food are 0.3ppm for methylmercury and a total of no more than 0.4ppm—yet the mercury content in Taiji County dolphins that the National Minamata Disease Research Institute investigated was 2.65ppm, which was 8.8 times over the standard.

The mercury content in the large and long-lived pilot whales even reached 11.6ppm, which was 39 times over the limit, something to be avoided at all costs.

However, the average mercury content in the bodies of Japanese people was 2ppm, and the World Health Organization defined mercury content exceeding 50ppm as causing mental illness.

If Bi Fang remembered correctly, the person with the highest mercury content in Taiji County was 139ppm, with nearly a hundred people exceeding the 50ppm safety threshold.

This was even with the fact that the mercury element wouldn’t accumulate indefinitely in the human body, but was being excreted every day.

The half-life of mercury metabolism in the human body was a reduction by half every 70 days, 25% left after 140 days, 12.5% after 210 days, and so on—thus, these levels were significantly higher than the Japanese average.

Excess mercury content could cause not only mental illness but also physical mutations—Minamata disease.

With this disease, the initial symptoms were slurred speech, unsteady walking, and facial dementia.

Subsequently, it led to blindness, deafness, whole-body paralysis, and ultimately, abnormal nerve function, fluctuating between deep sleep and extreme agitation.

The final stage was contorted screaming leading to death.

The onset value for Minamata disease wasn’t precise, ranging roughly between 96.8 and 705.

If taking the average ppm value of 338 from nine patients, to say those local fishermen with a value exceeding 50 ppm felt absolutely no adverse symptoms was absolutely impossible.

Most crucially, mercury’s damage was primarily concentrated in the nervous system, severely affecting the developing nervous system of fetuses, causing serious neural damage and deformities.

Even so, the local government still supplied dolphin meat to schools for lunch, whether it was kindergartens or elementary schools, it was everywhere.

For profit, some people would really stop at nothing.

Ten o’clock.

Bi Fang raised his head to look at the building in front of him as flocks of crows flew overhead.

He had been waiting by the beach for half an hour, yet there was no sign of Richard and the others, completely unlike what had been initially agreed.

"If you all haven’t arrived by ten o’clock, then something has gone wrong, and I’ll come looking for you."

In the wilderness, Bi Fang never carried a cell phone, and so he chose the simplest solution—if none of the group appeared within half an hour, he would come looking for them.

Jerry and the others had booked three rooms, on the nineteenth floor at about sixty meters in height.

The hotel’s total height was seventy-four meters, and the exterior was made of glass structures without the protruding balconies typical of tall buildings, nor were there any obvious points to leverage.

This was the rear of the hotel, without security guards or surveillance, only a large bush, an ideal place for scaling walls.

Bi Fang took a deep breath, reached out to open the plastic bag, and grabbed a handful of fine sand from the beach. Without magnesium powder, he had to make do. Falling from such a wall was no joke.

Certain death!

No, that was not right—there were air conditioning external units. In the darkness, Bi Fang saw the protrusions on the wall.

This old-fashioned hotel didn’t use central air conditioning!

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But even following the sporadic air conditioning units, such climbing was extremely dangerous.

Imagine Brother Long in "Who Am I?" leaping across the sloped glass building, and if it weren’t tilted but vertical to the ground with only a few air conditioning units to step on, how would you climb?

Brushing the excess dust from his hands, Bi Fang tied a plastic bag around his waist, leaving an opening for his hand to reach into, and after some warm-up exercises, he began to climb.

Now Bi Fang, when it came to climbing, was already at the level of a professional athlete, and his physical condition was no longer a weak office worker but more like a well-rounded professional athlete.

This was an incredible feat. Typically, those who could run long distances were not suited for sprints, and those who could jump high were not meant for long jumps—probably only the System could achieve true all-around development.

Bi Fang gripped the slightly protruding frame, stepped on the base of the air conditioner, and pulled himself up, advancing floor by floor, mentally counting the floors as he went.

With his body pressed against the building, he couldn’t see how many floors he was above the ground and could only count in his mind. @@novelbin@@

Sometimes, when reaching for the air conditioning brace of the floor above, he would get a handful of rust, making one wonder if it was secure at all, fearing it might give way when pulled.

Inside the bathroom, the sound of rushing water was invigorating.

Mists wafted out as a young man tried to enter but was violently shoved out, followed by laughter inside the room.

The man didn’t mind and sat on the sofa, leisurely lighting a cigarette, inhaling a third of it in one breath, and flicking the ashes into the crystal ashtray.

When the cigarette was down to the butt, a large swath of mist poured from the bathroom, and a woman wearing a pink bathrobe appeared, her damp hair wrapped in a towel, and clearly naked otherwise, exposing her long slender legs...

The man chuckled and was about to pounce when he suddenly found himself lunging at thin air and stumbled to his knees on the floor.

The woman who was drying her hair stepped back in shock, raising her arms and tremblingly pointing behind the man.

The man, who had been rejected twice already, was a bit annoyed, looked back following her arm, and just as he was trying to stand up, thumped back to his knees.

Outside the window, a large hand full of grit landed on the glass, and a man dressed in black squatted on the air conditioning unit, staring straight at him.

Oh, fuck me!

The man felt his blood run cold, his goosebumps rose, and his legs turned to jelly.

How does it feel to conjure up a mysterious figure clad in black, perched on the exterior of glass walls dozens of meters high in the dead of night?

This must be some devil or specter, on the thirteenth floor for crying out loud!

Cooled right down, cooled right through!

In a flash, the man thought of the ghastly legends from the Kii Peninsula, from eating human hearts to gobbling up brains. His eyes rolled back as he almost passed out, but fortunately, the man outside the window shouted at that moment.

"Who are you cussing at, who are you cussing at, I’m just a window cleaner, a cleaner, carry on, carry on."

A cleaner?

The man, groggily opening his eyes, saw the stranger without any safety measures and, eyes rolling back, passed out completely.

Bi Fang scratched his head in embarrassment, apologized loudly, and quickly climbed upwards with a strong grip of his fingers.

In fact, he wasn’t attracted by what was happening in the room—sure, the scene was quite interesting, but what surprised him even more was the woman coming out of the bathroom.

It was the "high school student" from the ramen stall!

Such a fluke, as if fate had cracked open a door, too coincidental for words.

Japanese high school students sure are wild, not even drawing the curtains.

Bi Fang muttered to himself as he looked up into the dark night sky, the smooth glass walls of the building reflecting everything, he discarded distracting thoughts, tensed his muscles, and flipped over to the fourteenth floor.

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