Meng Lang entered these two keywords into the search box, and then a bunch of information popped up.
Krakatau, a famous active volcano in Asia, is located on Rakata Island in the Sunda Strait between Sumatra and Java, with an altitude of 813 meters.
The Krakatoa volcano is not large in area, but it is extremely active. The most famous one is the volcanic eruption in 1883, which directly shocked the world.
The powerful explosion was equivalent to 1 million times the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima. The roar caused by the explosion could be heard even in Australia, which is 3,000 kilometers away.
The explosion also caused strong earthquakes and tsunamis, which affected the interior of Java and Sumatra and destroyed 295 villages and towns.
The tsunami wave caused by the earthquake rushed out from Krakatau and reached the west coast of Europe in only 32 hours.
It was so fast and caused so much damage that as many as 6,500 ships were sunk by the tsunami along the way, claiming about 50,000 lives...
"Um……"
The corners of his mouth twitched, he really didn't know how to evaluate this life.
Speaking of which, with the growth of strength and power, how long has it been since I encountered such a situation of direct death due to an unexpected disaster?
The most recent way to die is either to be killed by the Night Demons in advance, or to die in the apocalypse.
So much so that he almost forgot that he was suffering from bad luck, and the danger came not only from the Night Demons...
"I'm so careless..." Meng Lang sighed leisurely.
I have been focusing all my attention recently on dealing with the Night Demons, and subconsciously I have indeed neglected to take precautions against the misfortune that follows me everywhere.
But he didn't expect that this bad old man, Destiny, would take advantage of him to relax his vigilance, stop using precision strikes, and just start AOE...
How despicable! If you have the ability, you could just let me squat in the crater...
Meng Lang couldn't help but complain.
But it’s a little strange? Obviously I had no problem traveling around the world in “Apocalypse”, so why did something happen when I visited Southeast Asia this time?
Is it possible that the way of death due to Alzheimer's disease is more in line with the old guy's evil taste, so it has a higher priority?
Or maybe this little butterfly of mine has been struggling too hard recently... and the backlash of fate has escalated again?
Judging from the snippets of dialogue in the book, I should have some resistance to this overseas trip.
Thinking about it, no matter how unprepared I was, I would never take a dangerous vehicle like a yacht without any preparation.
Even if there is no rescue helicopter and rescue boat on standby 24 hours a day, the lifeboats and life jackets must be saturated, and the escape route must be properly planned.
In normal situations such as a leaking mechanical failure on a yacht, a collision with a ship running aground on a rock, and being hit by a torpedo, the probability of survival should not be low.
But you have to take these ordinary safety measures to deal with super volcanic eruptions, and the kind that allows you to feel the AOE splash damage at close range...
Come on, they just exploded an active volcano!
That is comparable to the explosion yield of n nuclear bombs!
At best, this is just a visit to a neighbor's house. No matter how complete the emergency plan is, there is no need to reach the disaster response level of a super nuclear explosion, right?
On the one hand, I have relaxed my vigilance a little, but this lack of martial ethics is even more outrageous!
In addition to regretting that his ambition was not fulfilled and that he had sacrificed a brother in vain, Meng Lang could only briefly mourn for his ill-fated fate...
[On December 22, 2018, the Krakatau volcano erupted in the Sunda Strait of India, triggering a super tsunami of unknown magnitude...]
He wrote down this information in his notebook.
He sighed somewhat distressedly.
In the past, it was just a transportation problem, but now it has escalated to the point of using natural disaster-level weapons to attack me...
There is a first time for everything, and then there are often countless times.
Meng Lang, who had completely despaired of his own luck, had no choice but to speculate on his fate with the worst possible malice.
Is it possible that from now on, not only do I have to guard against all kinds of assassins in life, but I also have to write a special "Disaster Avoidance Guide" for such large-scale natural disasters?
"There was a car accident when I got home, my plane crashed when I went to Beijing, I encountered a volcanic eruption while visiting Southeast Asia...
Could it be that I am in conflict with long-distance travel?
This is a rhythm that will force me to become an otaku..."
At least, there should be no large-scale natural disasters in the next 25 years in Su City and Mengjiacun, the two places where I often stay.
Otherwise, for the sake of my own life, I would definitely remind myself a little bit.
As for the entire country of China... and even the entire world, not only super natural disasters occur every day, but the frequency of occurrence is also extremely frequent. It is simply unrealistic to list them all in an encyclopedia.
The safest way is to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles less.
If you really have no choice but to risk your life, you must first send a brother to investigate the local humanistic features, geological features, and even various natural and man-made disasters in the next few decades to prevent yourself from stepping on shit again...
Living... is so tiring!
Meng Lang turned his attention to the photo in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas".
This time the person in the wheelchair was not herself, but Yan Weiwei.
Her right leg was in a cast and she was wearing a neck brace to fix her neck. She looked a little funny.
His expression towards the camera seemed a little shy and angry, and he raised his right hand and waved it forward as if he was going to throw something, which became a bit blurry in the frozen photo.
What she is holding... seems to be an ashtray?
Hey hey! Are you serious?
"Isn't this quite spirited..." Meng Lang curled his lips.
Even if he is not present at the scene, he can probably use his association and imagination to write a 300-word essay based on this photo.
It was just that Yan Weiwei, who was full of confidence, failed in the mountaineering meeting and returned in embarrassment. As a result, she was photographed by herself who did not know why, and this rare "picture of throwing off the armor and taking off the armor" was preserved...
"Are you good at mountain climbing..."
Meng Lang felt a little helpless.
The so-called mountains and seas, the sea is the Sunda Sea, the mountains are Zhongnan Mountains...
Seemingly completely unrelated, they are tied to cause and effect by an inexplicable "mountain climbing meeting".
The general sequence of events should be like this...
On the surface, she lives an enviable life as a housekeeper, but in fact she is burdened with the heavy responsibility of inheriting her family's martial arts.
Unwilling to have her life arranged early, the girl finally won three years of freedom for herself through unremitting efforts and resistance, but the deadline is the end of this year.
In order to prolong the beautiful and happy free time, I agreed to participate in this mountain climbing meeting by betting against my old man, and I wanted to do it for three years and three years...
But the ending is that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the mountains. If you don’t reach the top, you will be eliminated!
This was the last parting trip, just because this guy liked to watch the sea, and I rudely owed him a sunrise...
If the entire chain of cause and effect is laid out, his final outcome was actually doomed on the day Yan Weiwei returned from failure.
It's just that when faced with such an important fateful node, he didn't realize it at all and was still gloating about Yan Weiwei's embarrassing state and taking photos as a souvenir.
Those who don’t know are fearless!
But this is just a comment on the low-dimensional world from a high-latitude perspective.
Without the information advantage provided by this book, wouldn't I be manipulated by fate in the book? I didn't realize the cause and effect until I was dying.
In other words, is this considered a "dimensionality reduction attack"?
A seemingly inconspicuous "cause" leads to the "effect" of body, death and spiritual disappearance, but the authorities of low-latitude organisms are so obsessed that they are unable to pry into the mystery.
But I can predict the future and constantly modify the key "causes" to create the "effects" I want to see.
From this perspective, this book can barely be regarded as a "causality weapon"?
Looking at the unremarkable autobiography lying on the desk, Meng Lang couldn't help but be speechless...
So terrifying!
but……
Meng Lang was a little confused.
There is a saying in the book that is right: adults' partings are always quiet and do not need any explanation.
The trajectory of life before today should indeed be like this.
Yan Weiwei did not go to the Zhongnan Mountains, nor did she go to the Sunda Sea with herself and others.
Why is it suddenly different this time?
Could it be the butterfly effect caused by helping Fan Shigang in the bar?
This effect should have been released a few episodes earlier, and it won't wait until today.
So what caused Yan Weiwei to suddenly not want to say goodbye quietly, and chose an almost tragic way to launch a final charge against the mountain of destiny?
Meng Lang began to think carefully about what he had done recently.
Is there anything that would have such a significant impact on Yan Weiwei's thinking that it would change her life plan?
Although a little narcissistic, as the only little butterfly of fate, no matter what inexplicable changes occur in other people's life trajectories.
No need to reason...it’s right that the problem lies with me!
But lately, I seem to be spending most of my time at home writing code, searching for information, and planning my life.
Apart from the usual brief contact with each other for dinner, he didn't seem to have done anything particularly out of the ordinary, right?
emm…
In addition to singing a song for Yan Weiwei...
rash:"……"
Illusion! This must be my own illusion!
Yan Weiwei, whose brain is mostly composed of muscles, cannot be so love-minded!
I want to strongly deny this possibility, but my mind inexplicably reminds me of the pair of eyes that seemed to be twinkling under the starry sky that night on the beach...
Meng Lang felt a little bad.
what is this?
You can speak nonsense truthfully, but you can't sing nonsense songs?
The price of plagiarism...is it so tragic...
And... it’s his first offender after all, and he’s not even given a chance to change his ways?!