"Look for any secret compartments or hidden attics in this house. Some old hunters like to hide things." Vika said with an ugly face.
"There should be none." At this time, the huntress no longer bothered to speak against the siblings, and whispered, "My old man mentioned it when I was chatting with me before. He said that there is enough food in this room.
He and I could barely eat for three days...this food should be all the food in the house."
Three days of food for two people and three days of food for eight people are completely different concepts. These two or three pieces of frozen fish and a few slices of bread are not qualified to stuff the teeth of eight mouths.
"It's only three days... It should be enough to save some food... right?" Adam hesitated, looking at the two and a half frozen crucian carp and bread on the table, "It's only been three days, shouldn't I starve to death? At most, I will feel dizzy.
My eyes are dazzled, and I am often hungry when traveling."
"Don't think about it, this food is definitely not enough for eight people for three days." The female hunter shook her head and turned to look at the old hunter lying on the kang in the corner of the room and the little girl huddled in the corner, "What's more, we still have
"Sick, you still have to think about how we will cross the snow to go to the town for help in three days. It is still two hours away from the town, and the snow on the road after a snowstorm can make it difficult to walk."
"Don't forget, firewood is also a problem. There isn't much firewood in the house. During the operation, a lot of firewood was burned to ensure the brightness, and a lot of heat preservation was also consumed." The hunter's voice became quieter as she spoke, and her expression became dull.
Good to see, "Once the temperature drops, the faster the body temperature passes, the faster the body's heat consumption will accelerate..."
And the most important thing the Huntress hasn't mentioned yet is that according to the KGB lieutenant colonel, this blizzard seems to last for a long time. Three days is just an unfounded speculation by a few of them... No one can
Guaranteed how long this snowstorm will last.
"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe the blizzard will stop tomorrow?" Seeing that the atmosphere was getting heavier and heavier, Adam couldn't help coughing twice, using the inherent entertainment spirit of Americans and said with a dry smile, "Things like blizzards are just for God's sake."
, it’s rare to have a riot for three days, how could it continue forever.”
The joke told in half-baked Russian did not make people laugh out loud, but his words hit the core point, that is, no one knows how long the snowstorm will last. The lieutenant colonel's conclusion that the snowstorm will last for a long time is just the other party's conjecture. There is no any
According to facts, no one can predict the celestial phenomena except the weather forecast in Moscow.
Everyone looked at the lieutenant colonel, hoping to get an expression of uncertainty and hesitation on the other person's face, but unfortunately they were soon disappointed, because they were horrified to find that the lieutenant colonel actually started to play with the things on the table.
Frozen fish and bread, as if trying to scientifically distribute the portions of each meal for eight people.
Facts have proved that the atmosphere is really contagious. Just the behavior of the KGB lieutenant colonel really made everyone start to worry. The two half-frozen fish on the table started to become dazzling when they fell into the eyes, as if the table
What was served was not the frozen crucian carp but their corpses that were frozen to death in the deserted wooden house a few days later. And the half-chopped fish was the half-gnawed corpse of the one who didn't hold back first?
Will the meat cut from the carcass be rolled into meat rolls like frozen crucian carp?
No one knows, and no one wants to know.
Just when the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, a weak cough sounded. It was a childish and weak voice that made people feel pity.
Everyone in the wooden house followed the sound and subconsciously turned to look at the fire bed. In the arms of the little girl covered by a fur coat, the little boy who had been unconscious was coughing continuously. His cough interrupted everyone's thoughts.
ideas.
"He's awake?" the huntress exclaimed.
"He actually regained consciousness." The KGB lieutenant colonel was stunned for a moment. The little boy who had been sentenced to death miraculously came to his senses. He immediately walked to the kang, only to find that the little girl wearing a fur coat was tightly wrapped on the kang.
He hugged the little boy from behind, as if he was afraid that he would wake up and suddenly run away.
"Relax." The lieutenant colonel soothed in a calm tone, "He needs food and water, otherwise he is likely to pass out again, and he may not wake up next time."
It seemed that the lieutenant colonel's words had taken effect. The little girl gradually relaxed her strength in her hands. The boy in her arms breathed much more smoothly. His coughs became clearer and louder. The lieutenant colonel also saw clearly for the first time.
The boy's eyes.
Those were a pair of bright golden eyes, and one could not tell for a moment whether the fire was burning in his eyes or whether his eyes were igniting the fire.
—
"Excuse me, why don't I have this memory?" Lin Nian said suddenly.
"At what age do you think you started remembering?" the blonde girl asked.
"I..." Lin Nian opened his mouth, then suddenly closed it, falling into a long dead silence.
He tried to recall the first moment of memory, which was impossible for others, but for him it should just be a process of closing his eyes and briefly searching for meditation, but this time he was just like everyone else.
There is still no way to start - this is abnormal for him, Lin Nian.
"Memory is very fragile." The blonde girl's eyes revealed a sadness that Lin Nian couldn't understand. "People regard a life composed of a large number of memories as their personality, but the memory itself is just
Memory is a fragile thing that can be forgotten, can be induced to be tampered with, and can even make mistakes and cause chaos... Don't trust your memory too much, Lin Nian."
"You said that the reason why I have a photographic memory is because of you."
"So when you decide not to believe in past memories in the future, you can trust me." The blonde girl looked at him from a distance, "You can forget many things, but I will always faithfully record everything for you. If you
If you want to find your true life, I can be the life you are looking for."
"Lin Nian, you probably also discovered that in this story of memories, everyone actually has a similar position."
"The relationship between hunter and prey." The blond girl said, "Everyone in this wooden house is a hunter and prey for each other, without exception... And every time the sleeping prey wakes up and alerts, it means that the hunter is hunting him.
The hunter is approaching."
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"This child's eyes are so beautiful." The bandit sister couldn't help but sigh. Even the bad woman who had clamored to take other people's lives showed her maternal side at this moment, but the huntress only responded with disgust. frown.
"Is this his natural eye color? Why do I feel that his eyes are shining?" The American came closer to take a look, but the lieutenant colonel looked back and stared at him. He immediately raised his hands and stood there awkwardly.
His identity as an American was still too sensitive in front of the KGB.
Gu platinum
"Hungry." This was the first word the little boy said after waking up. It was very weak and breathless, but it clearly expressed his needs.
The little girl immediately looked up at the KGB lieutenant colonel in front of her, the man who promised to take her to a safe place after the storm.
"Cut some fish rolls and soak them in warm water until soft. He needs food and water." The lieutenant colonel immediately turned around and gave the order.
The two frozen crucian carps had to be shrunk before they were decided on how to cut and distribute them, but no one complained because the boy in the little girl's arms was so distressing. His skinny appearance and dying appearance were simply heart-wrenching. .
The little boy in the girl's arms silently glanced at the layout of the entire room and the chaotic figures walking around, then lowered his eyes slightly and rested. He was so tired that he couldn't say anything or do anything. No.
"You're awake." The little girl said softly.
The little boy nodded slightly, and then shrank a little into the girl's arms, so the girl closed her hands to give him more body heat, and leaned her forehead gently on the top of his head. Her eyes showed sadness that no one else could understand.
"I heard them, they are coming, get ready..." Inaudibly, the little girl heard the inaudible murmur of the little boy in her arms, like a murmur in a dream, or a prophecy.
The robber Vika held the shotgun and looked at the pieces of bread on the table. His mind was still wandering about the previous discussion and the dull atmosphere at the table.
The blizzard outside the window has been falling, and the intensity is the largest blizzard he has ever seen. The whole wooden house seems to be crumbling. Will a blizzard of this level really stop the next morning? If it keeps falling, how long will it take for it to stop? ?The blizzard really didn't stop on the third day. What should they do when they are running out of ammunition and food?
He looked at his sister Dusha, who was still idly rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, and felt a little irritated for no reason. He really shouldn't listen to his sister's instigation and come to the suburbs to find this old bachelor's house. This kind of poor guy doesn't have much food in his house. How could there be rubles that his son sent back from Moscow... And who knew that the great motherland had even disintegrated a few days ago. Will rubles still be rubles in the future? Will rubles become unavailable after the country is disintegrated? Anything anymore?
He was holding the shotgun and felt anxious, but his face was getting darker and heavier. He turned his head and saw a few slices of bread on the table. Just when he was hesitating whether to hide one secretly, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body for no reason. Got it!
It was a feeling of fear, a fear born from biological instinct, like a ray on the back, like sitting on pins and needles.
He subconsciously turned his head and found the source of this fear. It was the KGB lieutenant colonel at the table. At this time, the lieutenant colonel was holding a black Yakut dagger. The blade cut into half of the frozen meat of the frozen crucian carp. However,
However, his movements stopped completely, and his military uniform bulged abnormally.
——Those are the tense muscles, which are forced to bulge by blowing the whole clothes. The pores all over the body seem to be exuding a dangerous atmosphere, which makes people think of the angry Siberian tiger through the vision of exploding hair.
Increase your size to make enemies afraid, so they don't dare to get close!
For a moment, Vika thought that the lieutenant colonel was going to kill him violently, and he almost wanted to raise his shotgun to defend himself, but he could only think about it because his muscles were completely stiff. The lieutenant colonel just
The momentum made him unable to move.
...Yes, Siberian tigers will indeed explode their fur when provoked into fighting, but the targets of the fur explosion are usually only beasts of the same size, such as large wild animals like brown bears, and the reason for the fur explosion is also because of the feeling
His life was threatened and he felt extremely nervous.
In other words, the reason why the KGB lieutenant colonel named Andrei is so stressed now is that he feels a strong threat, and the threat comes from the dark snowstorm outside the window that he turns to stare at...?
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The huntress who was boiling water by the stove suddenly heard a hissing sound, like the friction of a snake twisting on the snow. The hissing was so trivial that it made people feel itchy.
She moved her body uncomfortably and turned to look at the ground around her that was illuminated by the stove. Naturally, she found nothing. Even snakes would fall into hibernation in this weather, and the temperature in the wooden house was simply not enough to wake them up.
She continued to look down at the kettle on the fire, but the hissing sound became clearer and clearer. Gradually, she seemed to hear it clearly. It was not the sound of snakes crawling on the snow at all, but someone talking and whispering.
, every sound he made was laced with a silky breath, and those whispers were pieced together to become the hiss she heard...
"Who's talking?" she asked, looking up.
No one answered him in the wooden house, the stove crackled and burned, and a blizzard roared outside the window.
The gangster sister who was rummaging through the cabinets trying to find more food gave her an annoyed look, but then glanced in the direction of the colonel with scruples and pursed her lips and decided not to say anything. Adam was taking care of the little girl and the old Alian who was in a coma after the operation.
, as for the lieutenant colonel and the bandit brother... She looked over and found that the two of them were not preparing anything to eat, but were standing by the window looking out.
"I think... you should come and take a look." Vika's voice by the window was very stiff, just like his current body, which could be compared to the stiffness of the frozen fish on the table. He turned to look at his sister and daughter.
The hunter's eyes were filled with...fear that the two of them couldn't understand?
Huntress realized something bad had happened, but she didn't really realize how bad it was until she stood by the window and looked outside as they did.
"Fireflies...?" This was what she couldn't help but say when she first looked out the window.
Outside the window was a coniferous forest swept by a snowstorm. Everything was pitch black, but in the current darkness, she actually saw countless golden light spots floating in the forest, like fireflies that were erratic and would not be easily blown out by the wind.
But soon, her face, which was still full of doubts, instantly turned pale, and the muscles on her body froze inch by inch, because she finally realized what these firefly-like light spots were.
...When people are walking in the jungle, if they accidentally see a firefly-like light, they should not get close, because it is most likely not the fireflies you imagined, but the eyes of some animals. Some specific animals in nature are
When active at night, their eyes are often fluorescent. For example, a cat's eyes will emit green light, and a wolf's eyes will emit yellow-green light.
The female hunter peered out of the window. In the reflection of her trembling pupils, in the dark forest covered by the snowstorm, countless dark golden lights flickered and lit up - they were pairs of pupils, each pair of rays of light.
Below are all slender black shadows, they walk in the strong wind that can roll up the carriage and the horse without any influence, like devout saints on pilgrimage, and like a pair of blood-thirsty bats.
The hissing became louder and louder, and the huntress now knew who was speaking.
Yes, they are talking, the owner of the pupils is talking, they are whispering and surrounding this wooden house that is the only one with lights on in the darkness.