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Chapter 888 Night Watch (15)

Verkhoyansk is located in the northeast of Siberia, and there is no extreme day and night phenomenon, but even so, it is typical of short days and long nights. As early as [-] o'clock in the evening, the sky was already dark, even if there was no snowstorm A dark day is always much rarer than a bright snowy day.

The current time is 23:29 in the middle of the night. The minute hand of the thick and strong cuckoo wall clock in the wooden house moved forward and pointed to the half o'clock amidst the "click" sound driven by the chain. The bird pops up to tell the time.This is a classic MaJaK cuckoo wall clock with an embossed watermark of 'Made in USSR' on the dial, and the place of origin is Moscow.

The scratches and dust on the dark brown wall clock show that this cuckoo wall clock is quite old, and the built-in sheepskin air box may have air leakage, so the cuckoo's timekeeping sound is relatively low.But every time this kind of not-so-loud chime sounded, it would cause awe in the hearts of those who were still awake in the room, like an alarm bell being rung.

The stove is still burning, and the huntress is adding wood to the stove. If there is no accident, the stove will keep burning for 24 hours in the future.The blizzard has brought the temperature down to an unimaginable minus [-] degrees. The boiling water will turn into ice crystals in an instant. Once the stove is extinguished, the room temperature will reach an unacceptable level for ordinary people. Therefore, one of the most important tasks of night watchmen It also ensures the continuous burning of the stove.

Vika sat on the edge of the wooden window holding a shotgun, staring intently at the blizzard outside the window, or those golden fireflies in the blizzard. Yes, they never left, those devils.In the severe cold of minus seventy degrees, those figures stared at them in the darkness of the coniferous forest like steel and concrete pouring. This seemingly eternal surveillance made him feel cold all the time.

"There isn't much firewood." The huntress whispered after adding firewood to the stove, with a look of concern on her face, she turned her head to look at the kang deep in the wooden house.

The little girl wrapped in a jacket on the kang and her younger brother had already eaten some soaked frozen fish earlier and fell asleep. The old hunter's breathing has also stabilized after the operation, but whether he can survive the recovery period remains to be seen. is a problem.

Dussa, American Adam and KGB Lieutenant Colonel rest on the bearskins spread on the ground. Due to the existence of permafrost on the ground, the houses in the entire northeast of Siberia will be a few feet above the ground. As long as there is fur to keep the floor warm, it is not a big deal question.

At twelve o'clock, the lieutenant colonel and Dusha will be woken up by the cuckoo's time signal to change shifts, and the huntress and Vika can sleep and rest for a while, and the next shift will be changed at four o'clock in the morning, proposed by Adam and The lieutenant colonel, who was on two shifts, kept watch until the next morning.

The list and time slots of the vigil are arranged by the lieutenant colonel to ensure that nothing goes wrong during the vigil. For example, the pair of enemies, the huntress and Vika, are arranged together. No matter which side wants to do something out of the ordinary, the other side will stop it For example, if brothers and sisters of robbers are arranged to watch the night together, I am afraid that when the others fall asleep, the shotgun in the wooden house will suddenly explode. No one wants to see this happen.

There was still half an hour before the vigil of the huntress and Vika ended. After ensuring that the stove would not go out within half an hour, the huntress got up and quietly walked to the door of the wooden house when she had nothing to do.This behavior did not attract too much attention from Vika by the window, because no one would think that the huntress lost her mind and wanted to rush out through the wooden door.

The structure and safety of the wooden house are not reassuring. The only entrance and exit is a wooden door that can only be temporarily used as a bolt after the door lock is broken. The heavy cupboards in the house, full of glass jars and sundries, were moved to the front of the door and barricaded them.

The huntress stood in front of the cabinet that blocked the wooden door, and there were various bottles and jars and dried herbs piled up on it. The main thing that attracted her attention was the glass jars, most of which were pickled cucumbers or jars of pickles after eating. Jars, which were refilled with all sorts of strange things.

The huntress bent down with her hands on her knees and looked in front of a wine jar, which contained a curled gray and olive long snake with a triangular head, blunt and rounded snout, and a "><" pattern on the back of the head, lying on the jar. The bottom is motionless and I don't know whether it is dead or hibernated because of the season, but just looking at the excrement at the bottom of the tank can confirm that it was kept in it by the old hunter.

"Northern adder." The huntress tapped the surface of the can with her fingers, and easily determined the species of this poisonous snake, because it was the only snake that appeared in the Arctic Circle.

She took a few glances at the poisonous snake, then looked at the disturbing golden fireflies outside the wooden window beside Vika, and suddenly said, "Do you think the snake venom is useful for those things outside?"

Vika raised his head and glanced at the huntress. He was probably a little surprised that this woman would take the initiative to talk to him. He was silent for a while and said, "'Devils are spirits. They can appear in human form. They are enemies defeated by God. ’, I don’t think snake venom would do the devil any good.”

"Who knows if you haven't tried it? I've only heard of the devil in the Bible before. Maybe the devil is just a creature similar to us, except that they have horns, and they were shot by arrows." And die too. Under the iron fist of materialism, what ghosts and ghosts are not destroyed by crawlers and muskets?"

"Are you giving me confidence?" Vicar paused and sneered.

"Yes, I'm giving you confidence." The huntress gently scratched the glass jar with her thumb, "People will do many irrational things when they go to extremes."

Vika turned her head silently, the meaning of the huntress' words was self-evident.

"But you heard it before, those devils, calling 'their' names." He kept his voice to a minimum, and glanced at the kang from time to time.

When the 'devils' gathered in the cabin, the bewitching whispers, the hissing of the snakes walking on the snow, they were indeed discussing the people in the cabin, to be precise, they were discussing the pair walking in the snowstorm Mysterious siblings.

Most likely, they came here for the pair of young children, gathered outside the wooden house like bloodthirsty bats, and like a group of hyenas.They will leave willingly only when they wait for the cabin to obey their greed and bloodthirsty and throw fresh flesh and blood to satisfy them.

"They have a problem!" Vika's voice was very determined, and the eyes peeping at the little shadow on the kang were full of fear and a certain kind of crazy light.

"Devils are only attracted by devils. Didn't you hear what the American said? The way they appear on the snow is very strange. Only abnormalities will attract abnormalities!"

"If you hand them over, what should we do if the group of devils still won't let us go?"

"Then we'll talk about it later."

"When the time comes?" The huntress took a deep breath and controlled her voice, "We don't gamble with our lives, especially the lives of our children!"

"The child's life? When the motherland is fighting, the children are at the forefront?" Vika suddenly sneered.

"That's different." The huntress frowned, and suddenly she looked Vika up and down again, "Aren't you from Verkhoyansk?"

"This has been Stalin's place of exile since a long time ago. Those who hinder national security and anti-Soviet elements will be exiled here, and it is no exception until today." Vika squeezed the handle of the shotgun, and then glanced at the huntress, " I don't think you look like a local, either."

"I came back to my hometown from Moscow, so I can only be regarded as half a local."

"Hehe. Is that so?" Vikado looked at the woman and changed the subject, "There is not much food in the house, and the food will be finished by tomorrow at the latest. If the blizzard has not stopped, do you think it will happen next?" what happened?"

What else can happen without food?Of course, it is to do everything possible to find something to eat, the sauces in the bottles and jars, all kinds of weird herbs, and even the hibernating arctic adder.

In the end, there was nothing to eat anymore. The huntress slowly looked away and looked at the old Arian who was still sleeping on the kang, but she closed her eyes again after a while.

She felt that things should not develop to that point.

"I will take my sister out of here alive, even though she is an idiot who doesn't understand anything." Vika looked at the huntress and said word by word, "If you want to live, I hope your head can Spin as fast as your bow."

"Don't do anything stupid." The huntress stared at Vika, "Although I really want to kill you now, I still want to advise you, don't do anything stupid until the blizzard stops. Maybe tomorrow the blizzard will end, If you do something stupid, you will regret it!"

"The blizzard will stop tomorrow? Do you believe this when you say it? And do you need me to say it?" Vika stared at her, "You should be clear, there are too many people in this wooden house now, There is not enough food for so many mouths, especially when there are three wastes."

Needless to say, he knew who the three wastes were referring to.

An old hunter, a child sibling.

The former needs a lot of food and firewood to keep the temperature of the kang during the recovery period due to the operation. Although the latter is two children, they also proved that their food intake was no less than that of adults at dinner. According to physiology, these two The child should be in the growth period?
Now there is only one frozen fish and three slices of bread left in the food storage in the wooden house, and this amount will be completely zero for breakfast tomorrow.

"However, if the three of them don't exist, maybe we can last longer." Vika said, "No one knows when the blizzard will stop. The monsters outside also need to be satisfied. Let me say .”

"You shut up," said the huntress.

"You have no relationship with that old man, if I guess right, you are also a temporary refugee here." Vika took a deep breath and looked at the huntress who interrupted him, "You should be able to tell Under such circumstances, it is unlikely that he will survive, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, throwing him out to give us a chance to live is the most correct way, you know this."

"It's not your fault that he can't survive?!"

"If you want to blame him, he seems to be living alone in the suburbs with a large sum of rubles in his pocket, and my sister and I just need a sum of travel expenses back to Moscow." Vika said coldly, "And even if I don't shoot him , In the current situation of food shortage, who do you think will be the first to be used for surgery in the event of internal strife? The old, the weak, the sick and the disabled! He is already old, and this is his fate! The next one after him will be those two children!"

The huntress' complexion was not good, and she already showed signs of touching the bow.

"Let's face it!" Vika hissed, "Who do you think your sense of justice can save? Can your sense of justice be eaten? That old guy and those two children are the oil bottles in this room!"

The huntress who started the topic wanted to persuade Vika, but now why doesn't Vika want to persuade the huntress?I am afraid that only the huntress in the whole wooden house will object to the matter of disposing of the old hunter. As for the children, it will not be too late to solve it later.

"I don't want to discuss this anymore." The huntress gave Vika a cold look and interrupted the topic.

The wooden bird on the top of the cuckoo clock will pop out at exactly the right time, telling the time at twelve o'clock.

Vika stopped talking, watching the huntress twitch her mouth, holding the shotgun and turning her head to look out of the wooden window again, those silhouettes of shadows silently watching them seemed to be whispering and laughing at the heated discussion in the wooden house at the moment.

In the sound of the time chime, the KGB center on the fur on the ground opened its eyes at the right time, and woke up Dusha, who was curled up and sleeping, and stood up with the other party's reluctance, and walked towards the huntress and Vika to change shifts.

When Vika passed Lieutenant Colonel Andre, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "The lieutenant colonel doesn't seem to be asleep, did you hear our chat just now?"

Lieutenant Colonel Andrei stopped and glanced at Vika, looking down condescendingly, his eyes were calm and without any fluctuation, but it could give people great pressure, but even so Vika did not avoid his eyes because he thought that everything he said was true Wrong, this is the problem they cannot avoid if they want to survive the blizzard.

Until the end, Lieutenant Colonel Andrei turned his head and walked towards the stove to boil water without answering anything. Vika hugged his sister and whispered a few whispers to his sister, and found a corner to sleep on the fur on the floor. down.

In the depths of the wooden house, the little girl wrapped in a leather jacket moved slightly, her cheeks with closed eyes were peaceful and unmarked under the light of the fire.

(End of this chapter)