Fiction: Group 3
“Yes, but by logic, we cannot get there when the cable car is stuck in the middle between the tower and the
terminal!” Kathy gulped as she saw Mark broke open a window. “Wait a second, Mark. You are not
going to jump out of the window, are you?”
“Yes, right on.” Mark replied with confidence. Fred followed Mark as he jumped out of the broken
window, desperate to get a firm grip of the metal cord on the roof of the cable car. Kathy had no choice but
to do that also.
“Stand on the roof of the cable car. Let the operator see you do that,” Joanne demanded. “When he sees
you, he will not dare restarting the cable cars.”
“Fred,” Mark nodded at him when he was helping Kathy to get up. “Shoot a cord from here to the
electrical tower so that we can slide down to the tower.”
Joanne handed out a roll of cord. At the end of the cord, a pair of claws was tied to it. Fred shot the claws
forward, and hooked the cord firmly to the bottom of the electrical tower.
“Ready to slide down to the electrical tower,” Mark ordered. He got hold of the cord by his arms and his
legs, hanging his body in the air. He gave one last look to the team, and then let himself sliding down the
cord. The others followed, and also landed at the bottom of the electrical tower safely, except Fred.
“Fred, go down now!” Mark yelled at Fred who was still standing on the cable car. Fred nodded. He got
hold of the cord, but he was too afraid to slide down.
“Close your eyes and let yourself slide down!” Joanne shouted. Fred closed his eyes and moved himself
slowly down the cord. Finally, the whole team was able to reach the electrical tower, but they were still on
a hill, not sure what to do next.
“Here we go,” Mark gasped for breath after all the excitement. “Where is the next clue?”
“Under this big rock,” Joanne pointed to a rock close to the tower.
Fred touched the rock, but it was made of plastic. It was so light that the team was able to push it down the
cliff.
“Here is the final clue,” Fred said, picking up the small piece of paper on the ground. It was a map of Pearl
River Delta, with an “X” marked in the middle of the Zhujiang River Estuary. “Are you sure we are going
to dive down the sea?” Kathy asked. “Sure we are. Let’s get ourselves some diving suits,” Fred responded.
They borrowed three diving suits, and board onto a motorboat and sailed to the location corresponding to
the “X” mark in the Zhujiang River Estuary. Fred was staying up on the boat, while the rest of them dived
into the sea. They used up much of the time to look for signs.
Mark looked at his watch. His oxygen tank could only provide him with air for three more minutes.
Fortunately, he discovered a glass plate on a big rock marked with an “X”.
“Lift it up,” Mark ordered. Kathy gave the glass plate to him, and Mark put it aside.
“Uh,” Kathy gulped.
“What’s the matter?” Mark went over to have a look. “But… there is nothing!”
“Yes, there is,” Joanne bent down and picked up a brown key. “This is an iron key.”
“But,” Kathy stammered, “but….”
“Yes, the treasure chest is here. The rock itself is the treasure chest.” Joanne searched for the key hole on
the surface of the rock until she found a dent. “Here we go.”
She put in the key, and turned. Suddenly, a gap appeared around the rock, and then it sprang open. Her
teammates looked inside curiously.
Nobody said anything, for what they found was something else. Suddenly it made sense: why did they not
see the other competitors. They took a wrong route to another treasure. Probably they interpreted the clue
they had gotten in Zhuhai the wrong way.
What they found was the treasure of a very powerful family whose members died during a family vacation
not long ago. The value of this treasure is much more than the prize of the treasure hunt!
“Anyhow,” Mark said at last, “This is the most interesting day I have ever had in my life.”
