Five hundred and fiftieth eight chapters butcher knife held high
Under the firelight, the rabbit's fur shimmered orange, 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 also very simple, Berson air-dried it.
It's July now. If you don't dry it in the sun, it will easily attract flies. In less than half a day, the eggs may be left. Within a day, it will start to stink and produce maggots, so you can't eat it.
As a hunter, the easiest way to prevent this from happening is to remove the moisture.
The moisture content of food directly affects the survival of microorganisms. The lower the moisture content, the harder it is for microorganisms to grow and reproduce. Without moisture, it is less likely to spoil.
Air drying and sun drying, if handled well, can extend the shelf life to more than one month.
"Is the feeling real or fake?'
The bonfires piled up like a tipi tent were entangled with fire snakes and illuminated an area 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. He found nothing abnormal, but he did not breathe a sigh of relief and continued to check.
The development of modern technology is actually far beyond what many people imagine. If you know something about animal protection, you may know about an implantable animal chip called AVID.
The chip is so shockingly small that it can fit inside a tiny, smooth, non-repulsive vitreous body and be placed inside a hypodermic needle.
After injecting it into the animal's body, some in-depth understanding can be obtained without affecting the animal, which is of great help in monitoring and grasping the animal's status.
This is an invention of the last century, and a patent was applied for in the early 1990s.
Later, there are more common RFID technologies, radio frequency identification, which can be used directly on pets to help track and retrieve them. The livestock industry uses ultramicrochips to record animal information, and zoologists implant them in wild animals such as fish and birds.
Microchips are used to conduct scientific research, and implanting them in pets can prevent pets from getting lost.
Attenborough often uses it. As long as he uses a special gun and gives a shot to a wild animal, he can grasp all the information without anesthesia. It is powered by bioelectric current and does not require additional batteries. He can grasp all the heart rate, positioning and body temperature.
And it penetrates deep into the cortex and will not be easily excreted from the body.
"Generally, we use it most often on lions or tigers. People like to watch them the most. However, due to bioelectricity, the signal does not always exist. It can be sent about once an hour. If the distance is too far, it will still be sent at this time.
extend.'
These are Attenborough's original words.
This is what Bi Fang needs to be on guard against. If his movements are known now and what he does every night, the anxious Japanese government may directly deport him.
But Bifang couldn't find it after searching for a long time. He put the rabbit down and still wondered: "Am I really thinking too much? Is it just hostility between competitors?'
Having more experiences has made Bi Fang very concerned about some intuitive things.
Although the ultra-micro chip is extremely small, it is close to the size of a grain of rice. If it really existed, wouldn't the other party worry about eating it suddenly?
After turning it over, it seemed to be a very ordinary rabbit.
Since it was suspicion without any substantive evidence, Bi Fang did not tell others to avoid misunderstanding. Otherwise, if others asked, why did he think there was a problem and how should he answer?
Are you saying that you just feel like there is something wrong?
To find out, he didn't just throw the rabbit away.
Otherwise, you can just throw it away. Whether it is a fan or someone else, if you ask, you can just say that you ate it. Anyway, if the other party doesn't do anything, they won't know. If they did, it will expose yourself.
After touching it for a long time, it seemed like it was just an ordinary rabbit.
After being stunned for a long time, Bi Fang threw the rabbit into the fire pit with its skin and meat. Gradually, a burnt smell spread out.
After it was completely reduced to a pile of coke, Bi Fang patted his butt, extinguished the bonfire, and moved his position.
Half an hour later.
A footprint stepped on the spot where Bi Fang had been sitting, and his boots crushed the dry and granular soil into powder.
The torch shone sideways on Berson's old face, interlacing light and dark. The tall bridge of his nose cast a shadow. One of his eyes was hidden in the shadow, while the other was cold and expressionless.
Berson carried the crossbow, dug up the filled soil, and skillfully stuck a handful of wet charcoal ash on it. He wanted to use this to judge the time when the other party left. Suddenly he realized something was wrong. He brought the clay in his hand closer and smelled it, and his expression changed.
Transient: 'Shit, it's piss!'
In order to prevent forest fires, people usually turn off the fire first and then water it, or water it to put out the fire and finally fill it with soil.
Lowering the temperature, isolating oxygen, blocking flammable materials, and restoring the environment are his fixed procedures.
Before leaving, Bi Fang happened to feel the need to urinate, so he just did it together. It was absolutely not intentional.
As a professional hunter, it is common to greet people with shit. Berson shook his hand and cursed secretly.
He poured some water in a kettle to wash his hands, turned over the scorched earth with a small shovel, and successfully found the charred rabbit.
It was baked very crispy and stuck to the surrounding firewood.
"Didn't you eat? Are you so cautious? Or are you already suspicious?" Berson asked three questions in a row, and then began to doubt himself, shouldn't be,
Who would doubt a weak, pitiful and helpless old man?
The two parties have never met, and I have never been exposed at all.
Berson fumbled with his gray stubble, feeling a little thorny.
The meeting between the two parties was a complete accident. He was trying to make some extra money and never expected to meet Bifang.
Thinking of the losses this guy had caused to the company, Berson felt that he needed to solve some troubles.
He never expected that the other party would be so wary of him and would stay away from him as soon as they met. As a result, Berson could only send half a rabbit to ease the embarrassment.
I thought it was the hunter's natural vigilance, but looking at the half-roasted rabbit, Berson lost his composure.
He rarely shows up, so Bi Fang should have no impression of him at all. How could this be?
Berson took out his mobile phone, and the signal flashing on it coincided with his own location.
This is the positioning sent half an hour ago, and there is still half an hour before the next reality.
At the moment, Berson is already debating whether to continue or not. If the other party is aware of his existence, then the success rate of all defensive actions will be affected.
As an old hunter in his fifties, Berson does not feel that he is so great. Instead, he is always cautious and cautious. He has passed the age of blind arrogance. The fact that he has been able to survive for so long and continue to work in this industry has already shown that
everything.
He strives to maximize the success rate in everything he does.
To do this, you can spend the first three days of the competition making the appropriate parts and rapier.
"Oh, let's talk about it again, let's see if there is any chance next time."
Berson stood up from the ground with his legs in hand, held the torch, and returned along the original path.
As he gets older and older, he feels exhausted and often doesn't want to lead the team anymore.
The company has many businesses, including furs, pets, medicinal materials, meat, etc., but there is another reward that is equally rich. That is helping people hunt.
There are always some rich people who like to play something different. They have a lot of money, women, drugs, and drugs in their hands. They are tired of playing with them. They want something more exciting.
For example, kill a lion with a crossbow arrow.
Driving an off-road vehicle wildly on the African savannah, shooting crossbows as powerful as bullets at the fleeing lions, piercing them with one blow. The sense of accomplishment in hunting is unparalleled.
But these rich people are not interested in learning how to hunt. All they want is to take the strike and enjoy the sight of the creatures at the top of the food chain escaping in confusion before their eyes.
They need an experienced 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.
Berson understands this very well.
No one is more experienced than him. Polar bears, jaguars, Siberian tigers, Barbary lions, oh, the Barbary lions are extinct.
Berson knocked his head, mocking his confusion, and finally disappeared into the forest.
In fact, Bi Fang guessed completely wrong. There was nothing wrong with the rabbit. It was not poisoned, and there was no chip tracking. It was just half an ordinary rabbit.
The real problem is the drones given by the Japanese government.
But it's not collusion. Every player's drone has a number. It's not a big problem to tamper with it. Berson would never have thought that there would be such a talent as beast intuition in the world.
It only takes a face-to-face meeting to make people suspicious.
What's even more unexpected is
"So, there's something really wrong with this guy?'
On the screen that no one could see, everything that Berson did secretly, until he finally left, was seen by someone. Bi Fang was holding a small basket made of rattan, which was filled with big and heavy hooks.
Tian Tian, with saliva in his mouth, was watching Berson digging holes on the screen with great interest.
The only question is, who is this guy?
Sent by the Japanese government? They have discovered their abnormality?
"It shouldn't be right." Bi Fang swallowed the straw, feeling unbelievable.
If the Japanese government really wants to find out about itself, it just needs to be forceful, take full initiative, and do this secretly. Why did it find an old man to keep an eye on it? Or is it an old man from abroad?
Bi Fang was secretly worried.
On the other side, Mu Galen is also worried.
Japan is a country that likes to hold festivals. Most festivals are held once a year to celebrate the gods, seasons or historical events.
Some festivals even last for several days, the most famous ones are the Kanda Festival in Tokyo, the Tenjin Festival in Osaka, and the Gion Festival in Kyoto. The Dolphin Fishing Festival is a small local festival, but it is also held every year before the start of the dolphin fishing season.
, I pray to Shen Chen that there will be a good harvest this year.
Similar to spring plowing and worshiping ancestors, it is a custom that has been passed down a long time ago.
This year's dolphin fishing season festival has begun. On the narrow beach of Dolphin Bay, a huge bonfire is burning. In the dark night, the thick smoke can still be clearly felt.
The fishermen of Taiji Town gathered around, taking turns pouring sake, singing and dancing to celebrate that this year there would be a good harvest and they could be sold at a good price.
"I can't take a picture, it's too far away." Mu Jialun lost his eyebrows in worry. There was only a large ball of bright orange fire in the camera. If he got closer, he would be surrounded by plainclothes policemen who were looking at him eagerly.
These people glanced around, and Mu Jialun could tell something was wrong at a glance, so he didn't dare to get close. Plus, he was a foreigner with a completely different face, which made it even more obvious.
If it were another Bifang, he might be able to sneak in directly.
Unfortunately, Bi Fang also had his own difficulties. Everyone in Taiji Town knew that there was an awesome black bear hunter nearby. When walking on the street, not to mention everyone knew him, but seven out of ten people knew him.
I've seen it before.
Mu Jalun sighed again and looked at the two surrounding mountains, wondering if he could find a better angle over there.
"Hey! Who's that over there! Hey, stop! Don't run!'
A flashlight light suddenly hit Mu Jialun's back, leaving behind a long silhouette.
When Mu Jalun heard the voice behind him, he trembled and ran away. In the dense jungle, his flashlight flickered wildly, and within a moment, he was gone.
Several patrolmen were breathing heavily, holding their knees and shouting not to run.
"No, he's running so fast.'
"The other party is a person?'
"It seems to be a person. Have you seen his appearance?'
"No, I didn't see it. He is too flexible."
"Wait a minute, I seemed to have taken a photo just now.
A patrolman took out his mobile phone and handed it to everyone enthusiastically.
Under the severely blurred back, a barely discernible humanoid creature was hiding among the trees. The light hit him, the light and shadow were blurred, the exposure was severe, and the limbs were twisted.
If it is posted online, it will surely rank alongside the Ugly Mothman and the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland and become the forest monster legend of Taiji Town. What a ghost!
The other colleagues all had downcast faces, with a hint of anger brewing within them.
"Look, keep looking, they really have help, we will catch him tonight!"
Somewhere in the forest.
The bright silver sword dazzled the eyes.
Sato looked at the mountain. Less than half a day after repairing, the turtle hunters all chose to enter the forest again to look for the traces traced during the day.
The huge black bear footprints were extraordinary, and Sato took a deep breath.
"Try to be number one tonight.
In the volcanic mountains of Honshu, there are escaping candid photographers, tracking police officers, late-night hunters, and elderly people with unknown goals.
Everyone has different goals, but they are closely connected and rush towards the final direction.
Early morning on July 15th.
Bi Fang stood on the top of the highest mountain nearby. He could not see the Dolphin Bay from here, but he could overlook the Buddhist temple and the sea. The wind chimes on the five-story pagoda seemed to echo the whistle on the sea.
Standing here, you can directly feel the humid and salty sea breeze.
The weather is sunny today, the sea is sparkling, and flocks of seagulls are lingering on the sea, looking for the right opportunity to swoop into the sea and swallow fresh prey.
In the hotel, rows of computers are placed in front of them, with cameras one after another on them.
Everyone felt restless.
Richard hasn't slept since last night's festival. Every time he closes his eyes, he seems to hear the cry of dolphins surrounding his ears.
Sharp, harsh.
Dozens of fishing boats all left the port, and a bloody massacre was about to begin.