Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Dead Mouse

This is a smell that Xiang Kun has never smelled, not a cat, not a dog, not any other animal he knows, but he is not surprised, after all, his smell "database" is still very limited, and it is basically "collected" in the downtown area.

What kind of animal is it?

Xiang Kun suddenly became a little curious, and when he was curious, he had to find the result.

He turned around, turned the phone back on, took a twig, and examined the mouse's corpse.

There were a lot of insects on the corpse of the rat that Xiang Kun could not name, and under the plucking of the branches, these insects scattered under the light of the mobile phone, some burrowed into the grass, some burrowed into the soil, and on the corpse of the rat, there were a lot of small maggots crawling.

If it was before, seeing this kind of scene, Xiang Kun would probably feel numb and nauseous on his scalp, but now he doesn't feel anything when he looks at it, and he can even carefully distinguish the smell of these insects and the sounds they make when they squirm.

After checking, the rat must have been dead for a while, but he didn't know how to judge the exact time of death of a corpse based on the degree of decomposition.

Xiang Kun sniffed it carefully, the smell that made him feel very strange just now, the source should have already left, not here, the smell is very inconspicuous, and it is about to dissipate.

It is very likely that the source of the smell was the predator that killed the mouse.

But what makes him a little strange is that although this dead mouse died miserably, it was not missing arms and legs, it was relatively intact, and it seemed that the internal organs were not eaten after being disemboweled, so the animal that hunted it was just unpleasant to look at, or was it tortured as a toy?

But the smell is neither a cat nor a dog, and what other animal would do that than a cat or a dog?

Xiang Kun took a few more deep breaths, looking for the direction where the smell that caught his attention left, but after walking a few steps, he found that he couldn't find the direction where the smell left.

Maybe it's because it's been too long?

Xiang Kun took the phone and looked carefully around the dead mouse, checking the traces on the ground, trying to see if there were any footprints left, but he couldn't find any useful information except for his son's footprints, or the information he could see.

Turning off the phone's flashlight, Xiang Kun sat down next to him, took a deep breath, relaxed his muscles, closed his eyes, let go of his senses, and continued to explore his surroundings with his senses of smell and hearing.

Xiang Kun is not only practicing, he is also searching.

The smell that caught his attention made him very curious, and even if he couldn't find the source of the smell, he hoped to find the same kind of smell in the forest, and then track it down to determine what kind of creature left the smell.

The smell of each organism is different, and the smell of each biological group also has its own characteristics.

That particular smell just now, mixed with other smells, is actually very inconspicuous.

But when Xiang Kun was about to leave, he smelled the smell very accurately and was attracted by the smell, and the smell was not in his "database", it was a smell that he had never smelled.

It seemed to be an instinctive reaction, as if the body was telling him that he should pay attention to the smell.

Xiang Kun sat in the mountains until the sun came out, five meters next to the dead mouse.

If it is an ordinary person, sitting in the mountains and forests with no fingers visible at night, even the most courageous person will inevitably feel uneasy and nervous, at least worrying that there will be insects crawling on the body or something.

But although Xiang Kun closed his eyes and couldn't see anything, he was very clear about everything within ten meters of the surroundings, there was an earthworm drilling in the soil, there was a bug hunting, there was a spider weaving webs, and a few ants were moving forward in a group...... Oh, and a beetle landed on the shoulder, and its fingers flicked off.

Fortunately, mosquitoes are not interested in him, and he has not been bitten since the mutation.

Throughout the night, Xiang Kun didn't wait for the smell to appear.

Of course, he sat there, and he couldn't search the whole mountain by smell and sound, even though it was small.

So he got up and began to search the mountains.

The reason why he didn't do this last night was because although his sense of hearing and smell was far beyond that of ordinary people, and it was no problem to walk with his eyes closed on the familiar street, but on the mountain where there was no road, it was estimated that he would hit a tree or step on the air after a few steps.

It took Xiang Kun a morning to search this small hill.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, he finally left, ran home, changed his clothes covered with all kinds of stains, took a shower, and went to the largest zoo in the city.

Xiang Kun has always been a little unable to let go of the smell, and he has always attached great importance to the "signal" given to him by his body, even if this "signal" is very inconspicuous, because this may help him understand his body better.

So he came to the zoo, naturally, not for recreation, but to enrich his "database".

He wanted to see if there were any samples of the same smell in the zoo.

After Xiang Kun bought a ticket, he went all the way in, did not miss any of the buildings and cages, and collected the smell of each animal.

Even if some of the animals have been huddled in the museum and have not appeared in the outside activity area for visitors to see, it does not prevent Xiang Kun from "catching" their scent.

It wasn't until 6 p.m. when the park was about to close that Xiang Kun could distinguish the scents of all the animals in the park in detail.

Sadly, it wasn't the same as the peculiar smell he had smelled last night.

This made Xiang Kun even more curious.

When he got home, he grabbed a flashlight and went to the hill again, where he found the dead mouse accurately.

It was already past 8 o'clock at night, Xiang Kun held a flashlight in one hand and a small wooden stick in the other, and carefully checked the dead mouse again.

Although the degree of decay was more serious, Xiang Kun still found two penetrating wounds, which looked like they had been penetrated by claws?

It's just that the claw is as thick as his index finger, right?

Big cats?

But no, in the zoo today, he has smelled tigers, leopards, and lions, and the smell is not right.

And this is not a deep mountain or an old forest or an undeveloped area, there can be no such beasts, at most there are wild cats and wild dogs.

Taking a step back, if there were such large carnivorous beasts hunting here, there would not be only such a dead rat, there should be more traces, and it is impossible not to find them. What's more, there are no footprints left on the side of the dead rat, which is too unreasonable.

Xiang Kun searched around the hill and by the lake all night, but still found nothing, and there was still no trace of the smell.

After daybreak, he went up the hill again, centered on the place where the dead mouse was, and searched the surroundings carefully again, until about five o'clock in the afternoon, but there was still no clue, and there was no sign of any beast on the mountain.

Xiang Kun also began to feel that he was a little too paranoid?

Maybe the smell is actually just because it is about to dissipate, and I didn't judge it accurately, and I smelled "fork"?

When I went home and entered the corridor, I met Miss Yang, who raised a husky, walking out of the elevator quickly, frowning and seeming to be a little anxious.

She ignored Xiang Kun, and Xiang Kun naturally didn't say hello, and the two passed by as if they didn't see each other.

However, when Xiang Kun pressed the floor in the elevator, Miss Yang suddenly turned around and blocked the elevator door.