Sinmonger Chapter 6: Black Water

That night, the gunsmith and John chose to rest in the cave.

After eating and drinking, John regained his physical strength, but his mental fatigue is probably incurable. If there is a kind of person in the world who sleeps with one eye open, then John has undoubtedly joined the group. team.

The gunsmith didn't offer to take turns to keep vigils, he knew that the native cannibals would not search at night, because it would be less effective and risky, and the hunter would not make such a choice unless it was a last resort .

Darkness is the dividing line between civilization and primitiveness. People in modern society may be able to use advanced equipment to hide themselves and sneak quietly in the dark night, but the only way for cannibal savages to travel at night is torches. Any prey with a brain will be scare away by the light and heat of that thing, not to mention John who has become a frightened bird.

More than half of rainforest animals forage at night, but humans cannot do this. In the long evolutionary process, humans have not been given the ability to act at night, which is why our biological clocks are born to adapt to life during the day. . In this particular wild environment, the innate abilities of species are more reliable than any sophisticated tool.

This is the second night the Gunsmith has spent in the rainforest, and he still hasn't slept well.

The gunsmith originally only had to think about how to make his way through the jungle alone and back to the outside civilization. But now, there is an explorer who has no equipment and is exhausted as a burden; he is also blind looking at the skylight, and he does not understand what happened to the mysterious metal spire dug up earlier; there is a group of trees deep in the rainforest. The cannibal natives with deep roots and strong soldiers may give themselves a dart in the dark at any time.

Being in such a situation, I am afraid that only the development of the Predator can make things worse.

Of course, I'm just talking about an idea, I didn't intend to actually write it like this.

The gunsmith didn't sleep soundly, he was dreaming again, and it was still a child. It was also a night, a cold blizzard night, in one room, in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, waiting for his grandfather to come back. Little Charles had a cold that day, so he didn't go out hunting with his grandpa.

At first, his heart was full of hope, hoping that his grandfather's harvest today would allow him to drink hot broth, but the sun was gradually obscured by dark clouds, the sky became cloudy, and a blizzard did not know when it had come. During the period from noon to night, hope turned into worry, but luckily it did not turn into despair, because grandpa still came back. When Lao Luo opened the door, the strong wind rushed into the house, and the old man used his The tall body blocked the wind and snow behind him and reached the door again.

The flickering fire in the fireplace leveled off again, a large bundle of beast meat was thrown on the ground, Old Rolle had clearly encountered tough prey, and the bad weather prevented him from bringing back most of it Booty. That day, the old man lost not only the corpse of most of the beasts, but also his right eye. When he returned home, the blood in the eye socket had already frozen to ice...

"Hey, Charles, wake up, Charles!" John called the gunsmith's name.

The poor quality of sleep resulted in an immediate headache, he replied in a daze: "What's the matter?"

John didn't slept very much, but he seemed to be in good spirits: "I heard noises outside, maybe cannibals are chasing after him."

As soon as he heard the three words cannibal, the gunsmith was also invigorated. Human beings are such creatures that they can be refreshed by a small fright, and lost their souls in a big fright. The fright may cause a heart attack.

"I'll go out and have a look." After the gunsmith said, a carp stood up and hurried away. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he looked around a little and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He grabbed a few stones. Son, in three or four different directions, he threw it out in a fan shape, and soon there was a rustling sound in the woods.

He turned to John and said, "It's not like a human movement, maybe it's just an animal. What did you just hear?"

John replied: "I'm not sure, oh, yes, it came from the tree. Could it be that the savages sent people to climb the tree to investigate?"

The gunsmith looked up and threw a few more stones, this time flying towards a height. Except for a few birds, the flying stone did not respond to any other living creatures.

"Maybe it's just monkeys, or maybe I caught a snake when I first threw stones, and they have already fled." The gunsmith said: "It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, we should hurry as soon as possible, moving forward is the best way to get rid of the pursuit. "

John raised his hands in approval of this suggestion.

The two went out of the cave and judged their direction according to the position of the sun. They had agreed the night before to keep going west, since John's expedition had initially been exploring from west to east, and of course, their compass had not yet broken.

With gunsmiths leading the way, the difficulty for them to travel through the woods has dropped sharply. John is a professional explorer, and his physical fitness and survival skills are naturally better than ordinary people. After contracting the disease, after a night of rest and respite, his physical strength has recovered by 70% or 80%. Following the gunsmith, the journey has become very labor-saving.

Even in this unfamiliar environment, they are never slower than the cannibal natives. Judging from John's experience, as long as you walk like this for about three days, even if you haven't left the rainforest, the hunt for cannibals must have stopped. The range of action of primitive tribes generally does not exceed their own territory, and the traffic basically depends on this area. Help the savages, they will definitely not go to places that are too far away. For them, stepping out of the territory takes the same courage as Columbus sailed to the "end of the world".

After walking for a long time, there was no sign of anyone following them along the way. It seems that John is indeed too suspicious in the morning, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

The further away from the tribe's village, the more secure the two of them are, because in terms of survival, they don't have much to worry about.

By noon, the two did not stop lighting the fire. In order to prevent the reserved meat from spoiling in the hot flashes, they had already roasted it to medium rare last night, which would also make it easier for them to travel today. So they just rested for a while, ate a few mouthfuls of tasteless bat jerky, and continued on their way.

To say that these bats are really unlucky enough. They originally lived in that low-lying cave. They didn't bother anyone, but they encountered a gunsmith. Birds in the sky, fish in the river, he found that generally can not escape the clutches.

In the afternoon, the nerves of the two of them were basically relaxed. They rushed for most of the day, crossing swamps, wading in small rivers, overcoming thorns and thorns, and barely stopping, then the speed slowed down.

At an unsuspecting moment, the gunsmith suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye when he turned back unconsciously to talk to John.

His expression couldn't help changing. He knew that what he saw was by no means an illusion, so at this moment, he only felt horrified, because the black shadow that flashed just now was obviously not an animal in the jungle, but a person.

"John, there is a shadow behind us." The gunsmith said directly.

John's face turned pale in an instant, he immediately turned around and looked around alertly: "Where? Is it a cannibal?"

The gunsmith said: "No...that...how can I describe it to you..." He organized the language a little: "I said it was a 'dark' shadow, not because I didn't see it clearly, in fact, I Can see clearly, except that 'it' is black... just not far behind, in a tree... I suspect that's what you heard in the morning."

"What do you mean? Is it cannibals? What is black?" John's panic was written all over his face.

The gunsmith had already taken out his bone gun, and his intuition told him that the things in front of him might be more dangerous than cannibals: "He is like a ten-year-old child, but he is undoubtedly an adult, but he is not a dwarf. It's very strange...like a trumpet person, and his whole body is black from head to toe, not the kind of skin color black people can have, but the kind of darkness that paint can spray. 70% may be every inch of the body They were all painted with black dye, 20% of them were wearing a special kind of clothing, and 10% of the time...he was born that way."

While explaining to John what he saw, the gunsmith was also analyzing what it was.

John replied nervously: "What are you going to do...If it's not in immediate danger, I think we should not take the initiative to provoke unknown creatures, just run away quickly."

The gunsmith said: "It's not dangerous? Did it follow you all the way to propose to you?"

John gradually retreated behind the gunsmith and lowered his body, as if a poison dart could shoot him at any moment: "Charles, this is not a good time to joke about someone."

The gunsmith couldn't help laughing: "Another day I'll introduce someone to you, so you can learn what hurts people..."

Without saying the last word~IndoMTL.com~ he pulled the trigger, the sound of the bone gun startled the birds and beasts in a large area of ​​rainforest, and the next second, a black shadow fell from the dense tree branches, fell to the ground.

John looked up and said, "How did you hit it? I didn't see anything."

The gunsmith didn't answer the question, he just waved John to follow. He approached the unidentified creature and said, "I hit the leg, which can keep it alive, but it can't escape." He smiled. Laughing: "If it really just wants to propose to you, it can still get down on one knee and give you the ring."

John curled his lips: "This joke is not so funny the second time."

When they came under the tree, the scene before them was not so funny, because the unknown creature was not here.

"It looks like it can escape even if it is shot in the knee, doesn't it?" This time it was John's turn to speak sarcastically.

The gunsmith glanced around, and the black creature was nowhere to be found. He squatted down and stared at the small pool of black liquid on the ground. Lu Wen: "Do you think this is its blood?"

John also observed the surrounding environment and replied: "If it is blood, it will drip all the way when it escapes, but you see, there are no footprints, no black blood droplets, even the traces of climbing up the trees. No."

The gunsmith replied, "So...it stopped the bleeding within a few seconds, and then flew out silently, escaping a distance of more than 50 meters."

John spread his hands: "There is another explanation. As long as a part of it is shot, the whole body will evaporate in an instant, leaving only this little black water in the end."

The gunsmith stood up: "Keep going...hope you're right."