In the evening when Suisui's fat sheep group arrived at the Makar camp, Wei Ran, who had changed into a pair of jeans and galloped on horseback, finally regained the face he had deliberately lost in the "Cowboy Iai Slash" event.
Thanks to the riding skills he learned from the metal book, Wei Ran not only stunned Suisui, who knew him well, but also the cowboys headed by Makar.
"Where did you learn to ride a horse?" Suisui asked curiously, not daring to move while riding on the horse.
"This is a long story," Wei Ran said pretentiously, "Speaking of this, fifty years ago..."
"Love to talk but not talk"
Suisui rolled her eyes and was too lazy to listen to Wei Ran's nonsense. She just let the Mexican cowboy Diego and his daughter Blanca lead the horses she and Katenka rode on the farm.
It went in circles.
For most of the afternoon, the tourists Suisui brought were divided into two groups, taking turns learning cowboy marksmanship and horseback riding techniques.
It was through this half-day of observation that Wei Ran also figured out Suisui's arrangements.
If in Russia's Inta Camp, her fat sheep simply came to enjoy target shooting and the aurora, then in this ranch in Makar, they came to experience the traditional American firearms culture.
This can be seen just from the outdated but still classic old-fashioned weapons provided by Makar and others, from the Colt revolver that is standard for cowboys, to the lever rifle that uses black powder to reload bullets, and the old-fashioned
The flat-double shotguns, and even the retro costumes and horse-drawn caravans that were specially arranged like the set.
Except that there are no endless cotton fields and international friends working hard in the cotton fields, all of this is like pushing back the time for more than a hundred years.
By this time, hunting has become the most unimportant part. How to cosplay a western cowboy has become a goal that all tourists are passionate about.
When the sun went down and a bonfire was lit by the pond, as the talented cowboys collectively whistled a classic whistle tune from Red Dead Redemption as the opening, a small country western concert was also served.
The event kicked off with a variety of delicious food and home-brewed beer.
After a lively night, the drunken amateur cowboys each handed in their weapons and returned to their rooms in small groups.
Early the next morning, as Diego's daughter Blanc shot and killed the wild boar that had once again sneaked to the lakeside to rummage through kitchen waste, the forgotten hunting activity was finally scheduled.
After a hurried breakfast, the tourists who received their weapons again put on their cowboy hats, and then each received some ammunition for lever rifles. They were grouped into groups under the leadership of the cowboys, either driving ATVs or riding
In caravans or on horses, they each went to different ranches and began their apprentice cowboy hunting trip.
"Makar, where are we going?" Wei Ran asked, riding behind Makar.
Hearing this, Makar explained mysteriously, "I will take you to see my neighbor's collection, and by the way, I will ask your opinion whether it is suitable for the friends you brought to see."
"It would be more appropriate to take Aurora with you for this kind of thing, right?"
Wei Ran was getting more and more strange. Makar had left him alone just now, obviously avoiding Suisui.
"Um...my friend's collection is a bit special."
Makar took off the cowboy hat on his head, scratched his messy hair and continued, "I'm worried about scaring her."
"What exactly does your friend collect?" Wei Ran became more and more curious.
"Human head," Makar said after thinking for a while, "a complete human skull."
"Human skull?" Wei Ran was stunned and asked subconsciously, "An Indian's?"
"How can it be!"
Makar first denied Wei Ran's guess, but then said, "Anyway, you'll find out when you get there."
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Wei Ran gently tickled the horse's belly with the spur of his heel and sped up.
Under the leadership of Makar, the two passed through a simple gate opened on the barbed wire fence on the edge of the pasture, and finally stopped next to an old-looking wooden house.
"Going through the barbed wire fence just now is my friend's farm." After Makar got off his horse, he greeted Wei Ran and walked towards the wooden house.
"It looks like no one has lived here for a long time." Wei Ran said, observing the clumps of weeds around him.
"It has indeed been abandoned for a long time, but its quality is pretty good and it was used as a warehouse."
Makar smiled and explained, "I remember what I told you when you first came here. Before Diego and I bought the farm, we were both cowboys working on the farm. At that time, the farm was
The owner of the farm is called Brown."
"I have an impression." Wei Ran nodded.
"This place also belonged to Mr. Brown a long time ago, or to be more precise, it belonged to Mr. Brown's father, Mr. Brown Sr."
Makar said as he opened the door, "Before I bought the farm from Mr. Brown, after Mr. Brown passed away, Mr. Brown sold a piece of land of about 70 acres including here to Jack, that is,
The friend I just mentioned, you met Jack last night, that big fat guy who can play guitar."
"I remember him. The home-brewed beer he brought was delicious." Wei Ran wanted to match the person and name, and then continued to ask, "Then what?"
Makar, who was still working hard to open the lock, continued, "Later, in the second year after Mr. Brown Sr. passed away, Mr. Brown Jr., who was eager for money, sold the last 50 acres to me and Diego."
"So this house belongs to Mr. Brown?" Wei Ran had already guessed, "Including those heads you just mentioned?"
Makar shook his head, "It was old Mr. Brown who lived here before. Before he passed away, his son Little Brown built a new house next to the pond where we live. After he passed away, this place became...
It has become a warehouse for piles of debris.
Later, after the land including here was sold to Jack, Jack also rebuilt a house in the woods near the road, and the place has been abandoned ever since."
At this point, the key in Makar's hand was broken into two parts due to excessive force. The guy reluctantly threw away the half key in his hand, raised his foot and kicked it hard.
With a loud "clang", the already somewhat deformed wooden door hit the floor and stirred up a large circle of dust. Makar took a step back and then continued, "After receiving the news from Aurora, you guys
When I was really ready to bring people here to play, I discussed with Jack to see if we could restore the place, and then we found those heads in the basement."
“This looks more like a small bar”
Wei Ran's words are not nonsense. Although this wooden house with only two floors is not big, there is a wooden shelf full of wine bottles on the wall facing the door. There is even a wooden shelf less than two meters long.
Small bar.
However, when he walked in, he noticed that all that was left on the wooden shelf were wine bottles, and the wine inside had long been emptied.
In addition, there is a pool table covered with plastic sheets and several dusty coin-operated game machines in the lobby on this floor.
There was even a bright red coin-operated Coke vending machine on the side of the entrance. On top of the vending machine, there was also a dusty Coke glass bottle and a glass fish tank filled with Coke bottle caps.
Not only that, there was a big, old-looking TV placed near the fireplace. On the small table in front of the TV, there was a game console with two handles, and a box full of game cartridges.
"Old Mr. Brown is a man who enjoys life very much"
Makar seemed to have remembered something interesting, and couldn't help but reveal an expression of envy on his face, "You will never imagine that that old guy still had seven or eight girlfriends when he was in his seventies.
I remember the youngest one was not even 20 years old. At that time, every weekend, he would invite many girls to come here to play, and we cowboys would also come to join in the fun. It was really a wonderful memory."
"A dashing old man." When Wei Ran said this, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Nicholas. That old man was equally dashing and shameless.
“Really a dashing old guy”
Makar shook his head, "Even the second before he died suddenly of a heart attack, he was busy trying to create the miracle of life with a beautiful girl."
"Die on a woman's belly?" Wei Ran asked, dumbfounded.
Makar also nodded dumbfounded, "When we lifted him off the bed, his old brothers were still drooling at the news anchor on the TV."
Wei Ran grinned, "Your description is really a bit disgusting."
"Just facts"
Makar spread his hands, "Why else do you think Mr. Brown Jr. would sell a part of it including this place? The affair of his father, Mr. Brown Sr., dying on a woman's belly in those years almost made him the laughing stock of all the farmers around him.
In our words, just say 'Old Mr. Brown' and even the owls in the trees will laugh."
"Let's talk about those heads." Wei Ran changed the subject, dumbfounded.
"Come with me"
While Makar was speaking, he had already lifted up the carpet next to the small bar, and then pulled open a square cover on the floor with familiarity.
"We accidentally discovered this place when we were planning to clean it up some time ago."
Makar took out a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on, pointed at the metal ladder leading to the basement and said, "It's right down here. Be careful when you come down. It's easy to hit your head down there."
Before he finished speaking, Makar was the first to go down the ladder. Seeing this, Wei Ran looked around and followed him into the basement.
The area of this so-called basement is not very large. It is only ten square meters in total and the height is only two meters. There is a circle of metal shelves placed against the wall. Three of the shelves are filled with expired beer or some other products.
I don’t know if I can still eat the canned food.
But what was placed on the metal shelf behind the metal ladder made Wei Ran frown.
On the top floor of this metal shelf, there is a scary white human skull quietly placed. This skull is unusually complete. It is also installed in a glass cover with a wooden base.
Through the wiped glass cover, Wei Ran could still see a string of English that he couldn't quite understand written in black handwriting on the Tianling cover.
"Makar, what is written on this?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the head in the glass cover.
"This is the best gift I can think of to give you. Please don't worry about me. Although life here is boring, it is at least safe enough. I will go back soon." Makar helped translate with a weird expression.
