Deep in the coniferous forest, there is an open white space in the forest.
There is little snow on the pure white surface, only hard and thick ice - this is a frozen lake. In the weather of minus 40 degrees Celsius, the entire lake is frozen, hiding in the coniferous forest like a white mirror.
A figure stood in the middle of the frozen lake, lowering his head and squirming on the ice.
That was the little girl who had escaped deep into the coniferous forest. At this moment, she was squatting on the ice, holding the dagger stolen from the huntress with both hands, poking hard at the ice.
A large amount of ice foam was shaved on both sides, and the extremely low temperature made the skin of her hands holding the dagger turn blue and purple, but this still did not affect her progress.
Looking at the shape of the hole dug by the dagger and the frozen lake it was located in, anyone with some experience in polar survival would have no difficulty guessing what she wanted to do.
Ice fishing.
This is an activity that almost everyone in Siberia is familiar with and has done. It is different from fishing in temperate areas. In the extreme north with freezing weather, the fish rate in ice fishing is almost dozens of times that of fishing in temperate waters. It is also
Fishing is a way for many people in the Far North to make a living.
It is true that all signs of animals in this coniferous forest have disappeared, whether they are birds or beasts, but there are always places outside the mind that people subconsciously ignore... Are the plump bass under the thick ice also following the birds and beasts?
disappeared together with them?
This is an idea worth trying. Once the fish is actually fished out of the ice hole, it means that all the hunger problems we are facing will be solved.
But one of the first difficulties you encounter if you want to ice fish is to make an ice hole. Normal ice fishermen will carry a drill bit for drilling holes with them. Otherwise, the thick ice layer will be the biggest problem hindering ice fishing.
The little girl didn't bring a drill with her when she went out. Maybe there was one in the old hunter's cabin, but she was in a "hurry" and couldn't take these sundries with her when she left, so now she can only use a dagger to carve out bit by bit.
This is a job that tests patience and endurance. Even normal adults would be overwhelmed by the cold and the thickness of the ice, but the little girl has been digging on the ice for two hours.
She is not very strong, and every time the dagger penetrates the ice, she can only dig out a little bit of foam. The only thing that is amazing is her perseverance and ability to withstand freezing.
Normal people would be so cold that their limbs would become stiff even if they were going out in this freezing cold weather, let alone shaving ice, but the little girl had to work mechanically on the ice for a long time with her bare hands. This kind of cold resistance
It can almost be called subhuman.
But this still does not change the fact that she is just a weak girl, that is, she will still appear weak and unable to resist in the face of the ferocity of adult thugs.
The bushes beside the frozen lake trembled. There were no other animals in the coniferous forest, so the only people walking through the bushes were people.
A man with red eyes walked out of the coniferous forest and stood at the edge of the frozen lake.
In the center of the frozen lake, the little girl chipping away at the ice stopped what she was doing and turned to look at the edge of the frozen lake. In her clear eyes, Vika was seen holding a shovel and her eyes were red.
It was already getting late at this time.
After spending a whole day, Vika did not search for how to leave the coniferous forest, but frantically searched for any trace of the little girl.
Finally, his hard work paid off. Near dusk, he discovered an area where berries had been collected. Following the unburied footprints in the snow, he came all the way here and found the person he was looking for.
If this was a trial, then the trial had already begun the moment Weka stepped onto the ice.
"...Why poison?"
Weika no longer noticed that his voice was so dry that he was almost hoarse due to lack of water. He just wanted to shout out the doubts and anger in his heart.
Faced with the roaring question of the bandit brother who had lost his sister, the little girl clutching a dagger in the middle of the frozen lake answered very calmly, "She is too noisy and will disturb my brother from resting, so I want her to be quiet."
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The little girl was a little immature but extremely cold. Her suffocating words floated along the ice of the frozen lake and reached Vika's ears.
I found it too noisy, so I poisoned it.
It's like throwing a kitten to death because it's meowing is too annoying.
Is this reason reasonable?
Vika stared at the little girl's face and couldn't find any trace of fear or regret in her expression. It was as if the girl really meant it when she put the snake venom on the rim of the cup. She disliked Dusha's neurotic noise, so
She decided to kill her.
It's that simple.
Vika felt like a string in her brain was broken. She wanted to laugh but couldn't, and wanted to cry but couldn't. All the emotions finally turned into twisted hatred, and she walked towards the shovel that dug out Dusha's grave with her own hands.
Little girl on the frozen lake.
The little girl lowered her head and glanced at the ice hole at her feet. After a day of hard work, the dagger blade almost curled up and she finally dug into the water. But now it seemed that it was not the best time for ice fishing.
There is no doubt that Vika wants to kill her, and he will use the most twisted and cruel means to kill her on the ice.
Beat her to death by slapping her head with a shovel? Or cut open her belly, empty out her internal organs, and stuff snow and mud inside to strangle her to death? Or the most cliche rape?
She didn't know, but she knew that if she didn't do something, all the above would become a possibility.
So she ran away, without any hesitation, turned around and ran away.
The moment Vika saw her turning around, he was ready to sprint over, but his foot slipped on the ice and he fell directly. Severe pain spread from his broken right hand throughout his body, but he remained silent without saying a word, his eyes red.
Staring at the little girl running ashore in the distance...that guy had already spread sand and weeds all over the ice along the way out, and that's why he ran so fast.
"You can't run away!" Vika roared, got up from the ground with difficulty, and followed quickly.
At this time, the little girl had already rushed into the depths of the coniferous forest, and Vika also rushed into the forest along the grass path on the frozen lake. There was snow on the ground, so he would not be lost in a short time.
The advantage of an adult's footsteps compared to a child's is too great, so despite the complex forest landscape, Vika, who was driven by hatred, quickly kept up with the little girl's pace, and began to catch the figure of the fleeing figure at the end of his sight.
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The deeper he chased, the more difficult it became for Vika to find the road. There were constantly falling trees and suddenly rising snow hills and shrubs and thorns blocking his path. It was obvious that the girl had stepped on this part of the road.
If you go too far, prepare a retreat when preparing for ice fishing.
But obviously, the girl underestimated the consciousness of a man who was completely swallowed up by anger and didn't even care about life and death. Just before a thorn bush appeared in front of him that inevitably required a detour, Vika didn't even slow down his running speed.
He crashed into it and used brute force to tear apart the thorns and shrub branches, leaving a hideous bloody mouth on his body.
Just like that, he closed the distance between him and the little girl.
The little girl seemed to be aware of Vika's approach, and looked back, only to see the ferocious face covered in blood. It seemed that she was frightened and her feet stumbled, almost falling, and her speed was greatly reduced.
The hand that stretched out from behind her grabbed the back collar of her leather jacket!
"Get over here!"
Vika pulled hard and knocked the little girl to the ground. The inertia caused him to lose his balance and fall. He hit his broken right arm and let out a low cry of severe pain. His left hand couldn't help but let go, and the two of them
They all fell over in the snow in the forest.
The little girl landed on her face and almost her whole face was rubbed by the snow. She didn't have time to feel the freezing coldness of the ice and snow, so she rolled directly on the spot. The shovel hit the snow hard, almost touching her cheek, shaking the accumulated snow.
Snow is flying everywhere!
Looking back, she only saw a man who reached out and grabbed her heels, with blood on his face, raising a shovel and rushing towards her like crazy, while maniacal laughter came from his mouth.
As long as Vika's weight falls on the little girl, it is absolutely impossible for her to escape under the absolute weight!
But in Vika's imagination, the little girl should be so scared that she was trying to escape on her hands and knees, but what she didn't expect was that the little girl on the ground actually raised her body and ran towards him without blinking an eye!
Severe pain broke out on Vika's shoulder, and a dagger pierced the leather jacket and penetrated into the shoulder flesh close to his chest!
The moment Vika was in pain, his broken right arm was hugged hard by the little girl again. His eyes almost went black. When he lost his balance, the little girl climbed up and threw a handful of snow.
To run.
"Don't even think about running away!" With a ferocious look on his face, Vika blindly picked up the shovel and swung it with all his strength, hitting the left knee of the little girl who hadn't run away yet. The girl groaned in pain and fell down as she turned.
I was in the snow ahead for a while and couldn't get up.
Vika, who was lying on the ground, relieved his shoulder injury and the severe pain in his right arm for a while, then lowered his head and pulled out the dagger stuck on his shoulder. Blood spurted onto the snow and spread out heat. He took a deep breath and howled softly.
stood up.
"Run, keep running!" Vika roared at the top of his lungs and walked forward step by step. The little girl in front of him was lying on the ground and still trying to crawl forward. After trying hard, he turned over and rolled to the ground.
Behind a coniferous tree leaning against a bush.
Vika held the dagger in her hand and stared at the little girl behind the tree, as if she was thinking of removing the other girl's organ first.
However, just as he walked between the bushes and coniferous trees, he suddenly tripped on something, and a mechanical click sounded in the bushes.
He subconsciously turned around, but the moment he turned around, he felt a warm thing wrap around his face.
A gunshot pierced the sky above the coniferous forest, but no birds started.