These supplies could play a big role, as they could see from that night.
Steve brought some butter, cream, and olive oil into the village and contacted several villagers to stay for the night in exchange for these supplies.
The villagers were happy to agree and tidied up some wooden houses for them. There was a kind of equipment that Li Du was familiar with: a fire pit with a fire pit under it. It was warm and comfortable.
The little ones liked this warm environment. When Li Du opened the door to a room, they immediately jumped onto the fire pit and found a place to lie down. The spacious fire pit was suddenly full.
The house had to accommodate two people. Sophie pushed them to the corner and let the younger one lie on top of the older one, trying to save as much space as possible.
Ah Ow was unwilling. She shook her head to shake Ah Bai off. Ah Bai was not happy either. He pointed at her with his eyes wide open and squeaked.
Sophie smiled softly. "Ah Ow, you have to be good. You are good companions, and good companions should sleep together."
Ah Ow bared her teeth and put on an unruly posture.
Li Du rushed in like a gust of wind, dragged Ah Ow out, pushed her outside the door, and said, "If you don't want to sleep together, you stay outside tonight!"
A gust of night wind blew. The temperature was a little low, and the temperature difference was a little big. Ah Ow shivered.
Now she was well-behaved. After tiptoeing back to the fire pit, she obediently squeezed with Ah Bai and the others. She was the most well-behaved.
Li Du clapped his hands and said to Sophie, "These little ones are all wretched. They won't behave unless they are beaten."
It was quite comfortable to sleep on the fire pit. If it were not for helping Steve and the others look for meteorites, Li Du would have stayed in the village until autumn.
Unfortunately, such a comfortable life would soon be gone.
When they left the village the next day, Steve saw that he was reluctant to leave and said with a smile, "In a few days, I will take you to a better place, and then you will find that there is nothing here."
The place they set foot on was the second largest island in the Severnaya Zemlya, called Bolshevik Island. It covered an area of more than 10,000 square kilometers, 30 percent of which was covered by glaciers. The terrain was complex, with many mountains and hills.
After meeting the meteorite hunters in Vorkuta, their group had increased to more than 50 people.
The eight heavy-duty off-road vehicles were packed to the brim. In addition, there were some mountain bikes and all-terrain vehicles joining the convoy. In short, their team had become huge.
It was already the middle of May when they arrived at Bolshevik Island. The temperature had risen slightly, and they encountered a heavy fog when they set out.
The fog appeared from the sea. It was boundless, but it was very strange. This fog was not like the one on land, which covered the sky and covered the earth. It floated at a certain height above the ground.
This height was about half a meter, and when one squatted down, one's vision was not obstructed. If one stood up, one could only see a few dozen meters.
What was worse was that the fog quickly became thicker after it appeared. At first, his field of vision was only a few dozen meters. Soon, it became a dozen meters, and finally, it became a few meters!
At this point, the fog became very thick. If the sky darkened a little, it would not be an exaggeration to say that one would not be able to see their fingers in front of them.
The visibility was not good, so the car had to drive slowly. There were no roads on the island, and it was all wilderness and primitive terrain, so the speed kept decreasing.
When they were about to leave the village, someone suddenly appeared on the road at the entrance of the village.
The driver, who was in charge of clearing the road in front, quickly slammed on the brakes and could not help but curse, "F * ck, do you want to die?"
The car was not going fast, but it was heavy, and it was still a little difficult to brake. If they had been driving at a normal speed, they might not have been able to brake in time at such a close distance.
Li Du got out of the car and asked, "Hi, old man, what can I do for you?"
The person who appeared in front of the car was an old man with gray hair, a cane, and a long beard that almost reached his chest.
The old man raised his head and spoke in a language that Li Du did not understand.
The cars behind them stopped, and the guide that Steve had hired came over. He was from a research institute on the island. Russia had set up a research institute called Prim on Bolshevik Island, and Steve had hired one of the security guards.
He knew the local dialect, so he went to talk to the old man.
Steve asked, "Andrey, what's going on?"
Andrey was a strong Russian man. He turned around and said, "Mr. Steve, this old man is Salas from the village. He said that we should not go out in this weather."
Li Du asked in a low voice, "What is Salas?"
Hudi, who was next to him, answered, "It's more troublesome to explain. We also have to introduce the situation of this people. Simply put, it's the village chief, the shaman, who is in charge of the village's theology."
Steve asked again, "Why can't we go out? Is it because the visibility is not good? It doesn't matter. There are no other cars on the island except for us. We can just drive slowly. "
Andrey chatted with the old man for a while, then came back and said gravely, "No, Salas said that there are evil spirits coming out in this weather. The evil spirits from the deep Arctic will come ashore. He suggested that we wait until the fog dissipates."
Hearing this, the group of people laughed. There was no doubt that this was a superstition.
Andrey said, "I've seen this kind of weather. You know, gentlemen, I'm in a research institute. We talk about science, but science can't explain why the fog floats on the ground and on the sea. It's as if something is blocking the sea fog."
"Maybe it has something to do with humidity, wind, and surface temperature," young Ford guessed.
Andrey shook his head. "I've heard of Salas before. It was our director who said it. They said that evil spirits from the deep Arctic came ashore and brought the fog up from the deep sea. That's why it's so cold."
That was true. The fog rose quickly and was cold, like floating snow. It stuck to people's skin and made them feel very cold.
"This evil spirit is called Titok. In the local dialect, it means that it has eyes on its legs. It releases this fog that floats on the surface, and it looks for prey through the eyes on its legs. Its vision is not obstructed by the fog, so it's very dangerous to go out in this weather," Andrey said seriously.
The laughter grew louder and louder. Steve patted Andrey on the shoulder and said, "This is fake. If only such a monster existed. We could catch it and bring it to America. Believe me, we could make more money than we could spend in ten lifetimes."
Andrey was a little uneasy and said, "Maybe we should wait? This fog rose so quickly, it must disappear quickly as well. How about we wait until the fog dissipates before we go out? "
Steve shook his head and said, "We don't have that much time to waste. Help me thank Salas for his kindness. Let's continue on our way."
The old man said some more, and Andrey went to explain. He shook his head and stood to the side, muttering to himself as he looked at the convoy.
The car passed by. Li Du looked at him through the window and suddenly realized that the old man was blind!
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