"666, Cabin in the Woods!"

"Bigfoot is here!"

"The style of painting becomes a suspense drama in seconds!"

"There can't really be anyone, right?"

"The movie "Cabin in the Woods" has an instant feeling!"

"I'm so scared!"

In the next second, just when everyone was talking, a terrifying BGM in the drone also quietly rose.

Subsequently, a stimulating and tense atmosphere spread in the live broadcast room.

Immediately afterwards, the lens retracted and began to zoom, aiming at Lin Feng.

At this moment, he was observing the wooden house intently, and after a long while, he turned to the audience and said:

"The southern swamp belt of North America should be the largest uninhabited area outside of Alaska, and in such a harsh environment, there must be something strange about human construction. ”

After speaking, he thought about it, remotely controlled the drone, flew around in mid-air, photographed the surrounding environment, and finally stopped on the wooden house.

In the picture, dead trees, wetlands, mud, and waterholes abound, and they are very bad.

"Brothers, look around here, I'm sure no one is going to come here for a vacation, so there's a good chance that this hut was left behind by poachers or expeditions. ”

In the footage.

The wooden house looks a little dilapidated, and the door is black and hollow, and it is impossible to see the condition.

Eerie and mysterious.

Lin Feng hid in the grass and observed for a while before he spoke: "It's not sure if there are people inside, let's go over and take a look first." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he stretched out his hands, gently picked up the bushes in front of him, came to the open space in front of him, looked left and right for a long time, and finally walked in the direction of the wooden house.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

The ground was covered with a thick layer of mud, thin and sticky, slippery when stepped on, and made a loud and clattering noise.

In the silence, this voice was heard very clearly!

After walking for a while, the whole picture of the wooden house finally appeared in front of me.

The house was quiet, and there was no sound inside.

The dark doorway is as deep as a cave, as if it can swallow everything.

Following Lin Feng's perspective, the audience's eyes also approached little by little.

After a few moments, the camera shakes and the picture begins to become clearer.

At this time, the hearts of the audience also hung in the air.

"I'll go, it's terrifying!"

"Anchor, go in and see, what's inside?"

"Awesome, a wilderness live broadcast, you made a thriller!"

One step, two steps, three steps.

As the distance got closer, the wooden house was already in sight.

This is a typical American-style wooden house, and the whole body is bound entirely from old spruce planks.

Because of the long period of wind and rain, the color has been slightly yellowed.

On the ground around the house, there was more moisture, mud and moss, one after another, looking wet and glowing with a green glow.

In order to prevent moisture, the builders erected four tree stumps at the bottom of the house, about a foot high from the ground.

In the middle overhead area, there are many small flying insects.

The air was filled with the stench of sludge.

In front of the door of the wooden house, there is a row of homemade barbecue grills, and there seem to be traces of embers underneath.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng lowered his voice and pointed to the traces of fire on the ground and said:

"Not long ago, someone made a fire here, and even after a long time, you can still see the ashes in the dirt. ”

After the words fell, he stepped over the barbecue, walked to the wooden door, and shouted inside:

“hello？Anybody here？”

No one answered.

Seeing this, Lin Feng greeted again.

But the result is still the same.

"It doesn't seem like there's anyone, let's go in and take a look. ”

As he spoke, he ran two steps quickly, jumped lightly, jumped onto the wooden platform, put the drone in the palm of his hand, came to the door, and looked inside.

The space inside the house is small and the light is dim.

The evening glow poured through the cracks in the wooden wall and sprinkled on the damp ground.

Because the darkness affected his visual senses, Lin Feng squinted his eyes and got used to it for a while before he could see the furnishings in the room clearly.

In the position of the door next to the window, there is a single bed with a set of moisture-proof mats and sleeping bags, as if no one has lived in it for a long time, and it has long been covered with dust.

There is an American-style camp kerosene lamp next to the bed.

On the wall above, a set of beautifully shaped recurve compound bows hangs.

The quiver had a crooked string of Latin written on it.

Lin Feng stepped onto the edge of the bed, took off the bow and arrow, and put it in front of the camera, showing it to the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a very professional set of competition-grade composite bows, bow handles, bow plates, arrow towers, all made of horns and high-grade composite materials, rear windows, sights and counterweight shock absorbers, and other components, which are also very flattering. ”

As soon as the words fell, he took out a feathered arrow from his quiver and placed it on the bowstring, and with a slight pull, the eccentric wheel on the bowstring rolled one after another, and the ingenious principle of the lever made the whole arrow full of power.

"What a good bow. ”

Lin Feng praised the drone, and then his words changed:

"Guys, if I'm not mistaken, this is a hunting bow, and this wooden house is probably a poacher's camp. ”

With that, he put down his hunting bow and walked around the room.

In addition to the bed, under the window, there was also a rough cedar board, on which were piled up with a lot of hunting tools, including American chainsaws, mountain knives, cast iron rods, flying tiger claws, iron chains, and so on.

Under the board, there were many double-barreled shotgun casings scattered.

In addition, there was a large dried blood stain on the wooden board, which seemed to be more than one layer, and next to the blood stain, there was a crocodile skull like a hill.

Lin Feng picked one up casually, shook it in front of the camera, and said softly, "Look what this is." ”

"The skull of the American crocodile, there are a lot of ...... under the board"

As he spoke, the drone camera turned and aimed at a pile of white bones in the dark, seven seven eight eight together, there were more than thirty of them!

"Damn, so many?"

"Damn poachers, too brute!"

"The old crocodile is miserable!"

"I counted it, there were about thirty of them, I can't imagine it!"

"The word is sharp, it's the same everywhere, there's no fuss"

Looking at the barrage, Lin Feng put his skull aside, and then said:

"Actually, in North America, crocodiles are not completely unkillable. ”

"As early as many years ago, the relevant departments established a complete hunting system for precious crocodile species such as American crocodiles. ”

"Every year, when it comes to the hunting season, hunters only need to buy hunting tags from the relevant authorities to obtain hunting qualifications. ”

"Every time they catch a crocodile, they put a tag on the crocodile, and only the crocodile with the tag is allowed to buy and sell legally. Because the number of tags is limited, hunters usually choose the largest crocodile to hunt for their own benefit. ”

"But even so, some hunters who are carried away by profits are still not satisfied, so many people will hunt crocodiles in private and then trade illegally!"