Live Wilderness Adventure

Under the firelight, the rabbit's hair was flashing orange-red, and its body disappeared from the waist down, leaving only half of it.

It looks no different from other rabbits, except that it looks a little stiff and shriveled after the blood dries up. The reason is very simple. Berson has dried it.

It is July day now. If it is not dried and dried, it will easily attract flies. In less than half a day, there may be eggs left, and it will start to stink and produce maggots in less than a day. How can you eat it.

As a hunter, the easiest way to prevent this from happening is to remove moisture.

The moisture content of food directly affects the survival of microorganisms. The lower the moisture content, the more difficult it is for microorganisms to grow and reproduce. Without moisture, it is not easy to deteriorate.

Air-drying and sun-drying, with good handling, can extend the shelf life to more than a month.

"Is it true or false?"

The bonfires and snakes piled up in the shape of a spire tent entwined, illuminating a radius of about one meter.

Bi Fang soaked the rabbit in water to soften it, then peeled off the skin, and searched carefully under the firelight, and found nothing unusual, but he did not breathe a sigh of relief, but continued to check.

The development of modern technology is actually far beyond the imagination of many people. If you know about animal protection, you may know about an implantable animal chip called AVID.

The chip is shockingly small and fits inside a tiny, smooth, non-repulsive vitreous body that fits inside a hypodermic needle.

After injecting it into the animal, you can get some in-depth understanding without affecting the animal, which is very helpful for monitoring and mastering the animal's state.

This is still an invention product of the last century, and a patent was applied for in the early 1990s.

After that, there is a more common RFID technology, radio frequency identification, which can be used directly on pets to help track and retrieve them.

Animal husbandry uses ultra-microchips to record animal information. Zoologists implant microchips in wild animals such as fish and birds for scientific research, and implanting it in pets can prevent pets from getting lost.

Attenborough often uses it. As long as he uses a special gun and injects a shot on a wild animal, he can grasp all the information without anesthesia. It is powered by bioelectricity and does not require additional batteries, so he can grasp all the heart rate, positioning, and body temperature.

And deep into the cortex, it will not be easily excreted.

"Generally, we use it on lions or tigers the most. People like to watch them the most. However, due to bioelectricity, the signal is not always there, and it can be sent about once an hour. If the distance is too far, this time will still be will be extended."

These are Attenborough's original words.

This is what Bi Fang needs to guard against. If he is caught now and knows what he is doing every night, the anxious Japanese government may directly deport him.

But Bi Fang searched for a long time and couldn't find it. He put the rabbit down and still wondered, "I'm really thinking too much? Is it just hostility between competitors?"

Having experienced a lot, Bi Fang was very concerned about some intuitive things.

Although the ultra-micro chip is extremely small, it is also close to the size of a rice grain. If it really exists, the other party will not worry about eating it suddenly?

Turning around, it seems to be a very ordinary rabbit.

Since it was a suspicion and there was no substantive evidence, Bi Fang didn't tell others, so as not to misunderstand, otherwise people would ask and answer why they think there is a problem, how should they answer?

Are you saying that you just have a problem?

To find out, he didn't throw the rabbit away either.

Otherwise, I can just throw it away. Whether it's a fan or someone else, if you ask, you can say that you have eaten it directly. Anyway, if the other party didn't do anything, they wouldn't know, and if they did, they exposed themselves.

After touching it for a long time, it seems to be an ordinary rabbit.

After being stunned for a while, Bi Fang threw the rabbit and the meat into the fire pit. Gradually, a burning smell spread out.

When it completely turned into a pile of coke, Bi Fang patted his butt, extinguished the bonfire, and moved his position.

After half an hour.

A footstep stepped on the place where Bi Fang used to sit, and the boots crushed the dry granular soil into powder.

The torch shone sideways on Bosen's old face, the light and the dark intertwined, the bridge of his tall nose cast a shadow, one of his eyes was hidden in the shadow, and the other was indifferent and expressionless.

Bosen carried the crossbow, dug up the filled soil, and skillfully glued a pinch of wet charcoal ashes, trying to judge the time when the other party left, suddenly realized something was wrong, and sniffed the clay in his hand, his face paled. Transient: "Shit, it's piss!"

In order to prevent forest fires, all directions always turn off the fire first, then water, or water and turn off the fire, and finally fill in the soil.

Lowering the temperature, isolating oxygen, blocking inflammables, and restoring the environment are his fixed procedures.

Before leaving, Bi Fang had the urge to urinate, so he decided to do it together, not on purpose.

As a professional hunter, it is common to say hello to feces and urine. Bosen shook his hands and cursed inwardly.

He washed his hands with a little water from a kettle, turned over the charred soil with a small shovel, and successfully found the rabbit that had turned into charcoal.

It was baked very crisply, and it had already adhered to the surrounding firewood.

"Didn't you eat? Are you so cautious? Or are you already suspicious?" Berson asked three times, and then began to doubt himself, "Shouldn't be..."

Who would doubt a poor and helpless old man?

The two sides have never met, and they have never been exposed.

Burson felt a little tricky as he groped his gray stubble.

The meeting between the two sides was a complete accident. In order to make some extra money, he never expected to meet Bi Fang.

Thinking of the losses this guy had caused the company, Berson felt that he had to solve some troubles.

Unexpectedly, the other party was so wary of him, and he put on a stance of staying away as soon as they met, so that Berson could only send half a rabbit to ease the embarrassment.

Originally thought it was the hunter's natural vigilance, but looking at the half-scorched rabbit, Bosen became restless.

He rarely shows up, Bi Fang should have no image of himself, how could this be?

Burson took out his phone, and the flashing signal on it overlapped with his own location.

This is the positioning that came half an hour ago, and there is still half an hour before the next reality.

Right now, Berson is already debating whether or not to continue. If the other party is aware of his existence, then all precautions must be taken, and the success rate of hands-on...

As an old hunter in his fifties, Berson didn't feel that he was great. Instead, he was cautious everywhere. He was past the age of blind arrogance. It has already explained everything. .

Everything he does has to be as successful as possible.

To this end, the first three days of the competition can be used to make suitable parts and rapiers.

"Well, let's talk about it, let's see if there is a chance next."

Berson stood up from the ground on his legs, held a torch, and returned along the same path.

As he got older and older, he felt that his physical strength was exhausted, and many times he didn't want to lead the team.

There are many businesses in the company, including furs, pets, medicinal materials, meat, etc., but there is another reward that is equally rich.

That is to help people hunt.

There are always some rich people who like to play something different. They have a lot of money, women, drugs, and drugs. They are tired of playing, and they want more exciting things.

Like killing a lion with a crossbow.

Driving an off-road vehicle on the African savannah, he shot crossbow arrows with a strength comparable to bullets at the fleeing lions, penetrating with one blow.

The sense of achievement in hunting is unparalleled.

But these wealthy people are not interested in learning how to hunt. All they want is the blow of the shot, and enjoy the appearance of the creature at the top of the food chain fleeing in embarrassment in front of their eyes.

They need a seasoned guide, a competent bodyguard, and an outlaw who doesn't care about the law.

Such a hunt can often bring in hundreds of thousands of ugly knives.

Burson knows this well.

No one is more experienced than him, polar bears, jaguars, Siberian tigers, Barbary lions, oh, the Barbary lion is extinct.

Burson tapped his head, mocked and confused, and finally disappeared into the forest.

In fact, Bi Fang guessed completely wrong. There is no problem with the rabbit. There is no poisoning, and there is no chip tracking. It is just half an ordinary rabbit.

The real problem is the drone given by the Japanese government.

But it's not collusion, each player's drone has a number, and it's not a big problem to make a move on it.

Berson would never have thought that even if he wanted to break his head, there would actually be such a talent as the beast intuition in the world, and it only takes a face-to-face to make people suspicious.

What's even more unexpected is...

"So, is there really something wrong with this guy?"

On the screen that no one could see, everything Berson was doing sneakily, until he finally left, was seen by someone.

Bi Fang was holding a small basket made of rattan, which was full of raspberries. It was big and sweet, and his tongue was full of water. He was watching Bosen digging a hole on the screen with great interest.

The only question is, who is this guy?

Sent by the Japanese government? Have they discovered their anomaly?

"It shouldn't be." Bi Fang swallowed a raspberry, feeling unbelievable.

If the Japanese government really wants to find itself, it only needs to be hard-hearted, take the initiative completely, and secretly engage in these things.

Did you deliberately find an old man to stare at you, or an old man from abroad?

Bi Fang was secretly worried.

On the other side, Mugallon was also worried.

Japan is a country that likes to hold festivals very much. Most festivals are held once a year to celebrate the gods, seasons or historical events they enshrine.

Some festivals even last for several days, the most famous being the Kanda Festival in Tokyo, the Tenjin Festival in Osaka, and the Gion Festival in Kyoto.

The Dolphin Festival is a small local event, but it is held every day.

This year's dolphin-fishing festival has already started. On the beach of Dolphin Bay, a huge bonfire was burning, and people gathered around, singing and dancing, to celebrate a good harvest this year.

"I can't take a picture, it's too far." Mugaren was so worried that his eyebrows dropped. There was only a large group of bright orange flames in the camera. It seemed to be closer, and there were plainclothes police all around.

These people swept their eyes everywhere, and Mugaren could see something was wrong at a glance, and he didn't dare to approach at all. In addition, he was a foreigner with a completely different face, which made it even more obvious when he went.

If it were Bi Fang, he might not be able to mix in directly.

It's a pity that Bi Fang also has his own difficulties. Taiji Town has already known about the fact that there was an awesome black bear hunter near him. Walking on the street, not to mention that everyone knows it, seven out of ten seen.

Mugaren sighed again, looked at the two surrounding mountains, and wondered if he could go there and find a better angle.

"Hey! Who's that over there! Eh, stop! Don't run!"

A flashlight suddenly hit behind Mugaren, leaving a long figure behind.

Hearing the voice behind Mugaren, he trembled, and then he ran away. In the dense jungle, the flashlight was shaking, and it didn't take a moment for him to run away without a shadow.

Several patrolmen were panting heavily, holding their knees, still shouting not to run.

"No, he runs so fast."

"Is the other party alone?"

"It seems to be a person, have you seen him?"

"No, I didn't see it, he's too flexible."

"Wait, I seem to have taken a photo just now."

A patrolman took out his mobile phone and handed it to everyone with great interest.

Under the severely blurred back, a barely human-shaped creature was hiding among the trees. The light hit him, the light and shadow were blurred, the exposure was severe, and its limbs were twisted.

If it were posted online, it would definitely be able to keep pace with the Ugly Mothman and the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland, and become the legend of the forest monster in Taiji Town... a ghost!

The rest of the colleagues all pulled their faces down, and there was a faint anger in them.

"Look, keep looking, they really have a helper, they'll catch him tonight!"

Somewhere in the forest.

The silver light of the sword dazzled people's eyes.

Sato looked at the mountain, UU read www. It took less than half a day for uukanshu.com to be repaired, and all the turtle hunters chose to enter the forest again to look for the traces traced by Tiansuo.

The huge black bear footprints are extraordinary, Sato took a deep breath.

"Try to be No. 1 tonight."

In the volcanic mountains of Honshu, there are candid photographers who are fleeing, police officers who are following them, hunters who stay up late, and elderly people with unknown targets.

Everyone has different goals, but they are closely connected, and they are rushing towards the final direction.

…

Early morning on July 15th.

Bi Fang was standing on the highest mountain nearby. He couldn't see the Dolphin Bay, but he could see the Buddhist temple and the sea.

The wind chimes on the five-story pagoda seem to echo the whistle on the sea.

Standing here, you can directly feel the damp, salty sea breeze.

The weather is sunny today, the sea is sparkling, and flocks of seagulls linger on the sea, swooping into the sea at the right moment, swallowing fresh prey.

In the hotel, rows of computers are placed in front, with cameras one after another.

Everyone felt restless.

Richard hadn't slept since the ceremony last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear the howls of dolphins ringing in his ears.

Sharp, harsh.

Dozens of fishing boats have all left the port, and a **** massacre is about to begin.

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