If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 883 Brother and Sister (14)

The hunter's wooden house is not big, but it is definitely not small. A lot of effort has been made to expand the horizontal space of the single-story wooden house, so that it can accommodate the prey and various sundries that are usually hunted. Enough to be a safe haven in a snowstorm.

The huntress picked up the branches, stalks and weeds piled up in the corners and stuffed them into the stove bit by bit, and then used the tongs to hug the firewood in the stove to burn more quickly and thoroughly, providing a steady stream of light for the cabin.

From time to time, she turned her head to look at the wooden table not far from the stove. Now the clutter on the table has been swept away, and the old hunter Aryan is placed on the table. The fire illuminates the KGB lieutenant colonel from the great motherland, the Soviet Union. The figure standing beside the table like an iron tower, he stood upright, holding tweezers and a dagger in his hands, and picked out the blood-red iron sand bullets from the bloody flesh under his eyes.

Old Arian was not shot to death on the spot. This is fortunate and unfortunate news. Obviously, the shotguns held by the robber brothers and sisters who broke into the house were not regular. The homemade gunpowder guns are usually characterized by their low power and range when they shoot. Wide, and a lot of shrapnel, most of the shrapnel is iron sand.

In the motherland, the Soviet Union, there are many incidents of shotguns going off and hurting people. Among them, there are even old people in the country who, in the process of maintaining their shotguns, held the guns with the muzzle up and the gun mount down to wipe them. During the cleaning process, the gunpowder guns went off. After being sprayed, he was rushed to the hospital to remove hundreds of shrapnel, and there were still [-] iron sand bullets surviving in the skull.

Old Arian was shot in the chest. Under the protection of more than three layers of leather jackets, the damage of these iron sand bullets was minimized, but it was still the power of the explosive explosion, and the iron sand bullets finally penetrated the protective layer and hit the ground. Into his skin and flesh, but fortunately his internal organs were not injured, so he was still saved.

"Is this a fire?" On the other side of the long table, someone let out a low sigh, and his unique English pronunciation always attracted the attention of everyone in the room when he spoke.

Americans, at least claiming to be Americans visiting the Soviet Union.The young man who introduced himself as "Adam" looked at the iron sand bullets with flesh and blood picked out on the table, he couldn't imagine what kind of pain the old man on the table was suffering, even though he was drinking After drinking a large bottle of red brand vodka, I was knocked out. The visual impact of the tweezers digging into the meat to pick out small particles can still make people feel clear phantom pain.

"It's not a fire escape, it's a deliberate murder." The huntress walked to the table after adding firewood to keep the room bright, "Can he survive?"

"Don't talk to me until the operation is over, keep quiet, and then talk about other things." The voice of the KGB lieutenant colonel was iron-cold, full of unquestionable sense of military order, so everyone in the room stopped talking loudly, even if it was communication, it was just Whispering in the ear——The huntress has been staring coldly at the bandit brother and sister who are biting their ears under the stuffed bear head in the corner, and they seem to have been discussing something intensely.

She really wanted the two of them to be dishonest in the future, so that she could openly shoot the head of the pair of dogs and men, and without any preparation in the room, she was confident that she would shoot blindly with the bow. The speed can be faster than the opponent's gun aiming. But it can only be thought about, because now there is an exception factor in this wooden house.

The huntress looked at the heated kang in the depths of the wooden house (there are also kangs in the coastal areas of the Korean Peninsula, eastern Russia, and Japan). Clearly, it was a girl holding a boy with eyes closed squatting on the heated kang, a thick reindeer leather jacket wrapped them up, the boy was asleep with his eyes closed, the girl's chin lightly rested on the top of the boy's head He tried his best to hide him and himself in the jacket, observing everyone in the room in the dark.

On this snowstorm night, the hunter's cabin was extremely lively, KGB officers, robbers, men and women, lost hunters, lost children, and even an American traveling in the Soviet Union
A single character alone may be able to tell a wonderful story, but now that these characters are gathered together, it is hard to imagine how bizarre and weird the story would be if there was a story between them.

The huntress temporarily diverted her attention from the old Aryan on the table whose life and death were uncertain. She took a step, and the moment she took a step, the click of the mechanical transmission sounded.

She turned her head and saw the bandit men and women under the bear's head, or the tall elder brother of the bandit brother and sister unconsciously raised the muzzle of the long-handled shotgun in his hand.

This is a threat, but it is only a limited threat. It just made some sounds unique to mechanical products such as shotguns to warn them. They could directly raise their guns to deter them, but they didn't dare to do so.

That KGB lieutenant colonel, since he walked into this wooden house, all the contradictions and conflicts in the house have been suppressed, but this does not mean that the hatred has disappeared. The fire is still adding firewood, and the hatred is still there Fermentation, now it is only because of the identity and majesty of this mysterious officer that it has led to a wonderful balance.

The KGB lieutenant colonel, who looked like an iron tower with dim light and shadows on the edge of the stove, had a natural sense of intimidation, and he didn't know whether it was the innate majesty of his identity as a sergeant, or the courage of the man himself. The huntress gave up her revenge for the time being, and made the gangster brothers and sisters who appeared on the stage with the impression of tyranny and unscrupulousness instantly restrain their minions, and just watched the officer without saying a word as he rescued the old hunter who was injured by them.

No one knows the KGB lieutenant colonel's position and opinion on what happened in the wooden house. His first order and decision after he entered the wooden house was to save people. Among the bandit brothers and sisters, the woman in the bear hat even held the hands of him. Bandaged it myself.

Intuition tells everyone that it is extremely irrational to act in front of this Soviet officer. Now the absolute right to speak in this wooden house is in the hands of the other party. If he does not speak, this wonderful balance in the blizzard will continue forever.
The huntress took a deep breath and resisted her resentment and anger. In the end, she just glared at the robber brother and sister under the stuffed bear head, and walked towards the kang deep in the wooden house under the hostile gaze of the two.

As soon as she got close to her, she felt that the girl in the little bulge had noticed her, and a pair of dark eyes stared at her quietly in the darkness. This feeling reminded her of the wolverine in the bushes, even though she was young Facing the hunter, it will also show its teeth appropriately.

The huntress took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the chair next to the kang, obviously wanting to strike up a conversation, because she had what could be called 'serious' curiosity about this girl.

When they saw her making contact and chatting, everyone in the room except the KGB lieutenant colonel who operated on the old hunter cast their eyes on it because, like the female hunter, no one is not curious about the origin of the boy and girl.

They remember clearly that when the door of the hunter's cabin was knocked open by the American Adam, they first saw their white clothes that were so thin that they were stunned and suffocating. In northern Siberia at minus [-] degrees Celsius, even Cold-resistant Yakut horses need to keep warm in this cold weather. I am afraid they will freeze to death in a few minutes, right?
Adam, the American who brought them, claimed that he found the two children on the tracks of the train. They were dressed like this when he found them. The little girl with the boy on her back was not even wearing clothes He solemnly declared several times that he had no copper-smelting inclinations),
He didn't dare to take off his jacket to the girl, because if he did, he would be the one who died on the road.He originally wanted to do something, such as take the boy on the girl's back, but this kind of intention gave birth to the other party's urge to run away from him.

At last, seeing that the snowstorm leaping over the mountains behind him was about to catch up with them, he tried to persuade the girl to put on the clothes for the little boy behind him first, and run into the coniferous forest with him for refuge.

But honestly, what kind of shelter does just a taiga serve in a snowstorm?Unless they can find the bear's cave, but the cave must be full in this weather, right?Bears who can only look forward to hibernation don't mind if they stay overnight?But the premise of all this has to be in the cave where they can find the bear.

Just when he was about to despair, he unexpectedly heard a loud gunshot in the forest, and then hurriedly followed the sound and found the lights of the wooden house.

In general, Adam explained the ins and outs in this way. Except for the first part, the subsequent arguments are well-founded, but the problem is only in the first part, which makes people question. In the day of minus [-] degrees, it is almost naked. Two little kids walking along the rails?Even one of them carried the unconscious other on her back. The girl carrying the little boy was probably transformed from a Yakutia horse. She could be a hunchback and keep out the cold.

"Is he warmer?" was the first thing the Huntress asked.

Instead of asking the girl if it was cold, she asked how the boy in her arms was doing.

The bear jacket on this little girl was put on by the huntress herself. She found the stock from the hunter's closet. When she touched the girl's skin at that time, what she felt was not the coldness as imagined, but the vitality. The heat!This girl is like a human-shaped self-propelled heater emitting heat from nowhere, and has been warming the boy behind her in the heavy snow.

The little girl stared at the huntress, and the huntress stared at her, observing each other. The huntress observed that the girl was about 10 years old, at most no more than 13 years old, with black hair and fair skin, but she could still be seen as a yellow race. It is not sure whether it is Siberian yellow race or something else.But there is one thing to say, she is very beautiful, and it is time for a girl of this age to bloom. Even if she is silent, she can see the beauty of a blue bell flower that is about to bloom in her frost-melted brows.

Thinking of this, the huntress looked back at the American Adam. This American was helping the KGB officer, handing over medical equipment and holding a mirror to reflect the light from the stove to illuminate the wound. To be honest, she had some doubts that this Adam came from a wrong path. The American appeared in the territory of the Soviet Union with two children. She had reason to believe that the two children were abducted by the other party by improper means. The so-called encounters on the railway tracks were all lies.

But who questioned who provided evidence, she had no evidence to prove her conjecture, so she chose to remain silent.

"Is this your younger brother?" The huntress turned her head to look back at the little girl, and her eyes fell on the little boy in her arms. The little boy was younger than the girl, only 5 to 6 years old, and he was under the thin clothes Skinny.His body temperature was also cold at first, which was in line with the huntress' conjecture. Until now, the little girl held her in the arms in front of him to ensure his body temperature. It made people think of the Australian kangaroo mother with a baby kangaroo in her pocket for no reason.

No one can lift a baby kangaroo out of its pocket, and if you try, the mother kangaroo is sure to give you a hard kick in the ass with her powerful hind legs.The huntress tried to take care of the two of them separately before, but just with this intention, the little girl almost jumped off the kang and rushed out of the cabin. The extreme resistance made her understand that this was the other party's taboo, and there was no discussion at all. Taboo.

The little girl stared at the huntress for a long time, and the huntress also looked at him. The stove was crackling and burning, and the snowstorm outside the window was howling and howling.Some old hunters said that the best way to build a good relationship with cubs is to look at each other, and this kind of stare is not fierce like a domesticated falcon, but to let the cubs who are looking at you feel it through the window of their souls. Your goodwill, such a bond of trust is achieved before you can become initial partners.

The huntress made her eyesight as friendly as possible, or maybe she had almost maternal compassion for the child. For various reasons, the little girl actually spoke, her voice was immature but clear, and what she said was standard Russian, "He is my brother."

They are really siblings.

The huntress' eyes fell on the little boy, who was as cute and beautiful as the little girl, and it was easy to make people think that they were brother and sister, but it was just like this kind of gemstone that was hard to be dreamed of by snow in the snow Why do boys and girls appear on the Siberian border where the birds don't shit?

"Where do you guys come from, little sister? Is that American over there your friend?" The huntress asked this question simply and clearly, and her sitting posture consciously stood between the American Adam and the little girl.If the two children were threatened by the American, then properly obstructing the line of sight should increase the courage of the other party to say everything.

"He is not our friend, we met him on the road." The little girl said.Words and sentences are very clear.

The Huntress thought she would appear trembling and restless when speaking to strangers in extreme circumstances and situations.But no, none of these emotions, this girl is very stable, possessing a composure beyond what she should have at her age.This is a good thing, but it is also weird to appear now, just as weird as a little girl appearing in a world of ice and snow.

"On the way? You have always been two people? Where did you come from and where are you going?" The huntress went straight to the core of the problem.

When asked about this question, the little girl suddenly fell silent. Seeing her unwillingness to answer, the huntress felt more doubts in her heart, but she could only suppress it for now, and continued to ask, "Why don't you want to answer? Then what is your name? May I know? What should I call you and your brother?"

"Matvey (Матвей)." The little girl hugged some little boys tightly.

"Is this your brother's name?" The huntress looked at the little boy, because Matvey was obviously a boy's name, "What about you? What do you call my little sister?"

"Elena (Лена.)" said the little girl, "this is my .name now."

(End of this chapter)