(For Zheng Jiaerlang's addition, come as the leader of the alliance, haha, thank you for your support)

This tall and straight Douglas fir tree has died of lack of nutrients after its base has been gnawed by rodents.

Inside the hollow was a litter of jaguar cubs, three in total.

Two are black, one is a traditional brownish-yellow jaguar with black spots, and now there is only one black cub left.

Its body length is about thirty centimeters, and if it weren't for the fact that Flathead would not have a dog for no reason, Han Xuan would definitely have thought it was a dog.

Now it is believed that this little black guy is a rare variant of the jaguar - the black panther!

The little one's mother was not nearby, and there were no footprints left by the animals on the ground, indicating that they had been in the hollow of the tree for a long time.

Maybe the female leopard encountered an accident on the way out to hunt, otherwise no matter what, she would not let her cubs die of hunger and cold in the tree hole here.

Reaching out to take out the panther cub, the panther raised its paws and wanted to resist, but because it had no strength, it was still hugged by Han Xuan.

The panther cub was light and fluttering, writhing and struggling for a while, whining in its mouth.

Han Xuan unzipped his clothes, put it in his arms, and looked at the two dead little jaguars

The jaguar is also called the jaguar.

In fact, it is neither a tiger nor a leopard, but a carnivore that lives in the Americas.

The pattern on its body is more like that of a leopard, but the shape of its whole body is closer to that of a tiger, and its size is between that of a tiger and a leopard, making it the third largest cat on land.

The jaguar, which is supposed to live in Central America, simply cannot adapt to the cold weather of Montana.

But because the management of the Flathead National Forest, for commercial reasons, in order to attract more tourists, it is under the sign of "protecting animals" that the jaguar is released into the park.

There are quite a lot of wild jaguars, and they are sold in popular pet markets in the United States, and it only costs hundreds of dollars to buy one, and some people give it to adoption agencies because they can't afford to raise them.

And these jaguars, which have no economic value, can bring hundreds of thousands of dollars in economic revenue to the Authority and the town of Flathead.

In comparison, the life and death of these jaguars are less important.

Anyway, they are not on the Montana Protected List, and no one cares if they die, so whether they survive the winter depends on the luck of the jaguars themselves.

In fact, BBQ's macaws were released to Flathead for the same reason.

If it weren't for the care of rangers and volunteers from Animal Research and Conservation Organizations, the macaw would never have survived without food in this weather.

The original intention of setting up the national park is good, and there are many people who really love animals.

But the top executives of the Authority, who really have the right to manage the park, and can speak up, tend to focus only on profits.

"Bureaucracy" is inevitable in any country, they are not elected officials, people from animal protection organizations, and there is nothing they can do but try to improve the living conditions of these poor animals.

In the early 90s, the United States did not do as well as later generations in terms of animal protection.

It is estimated that only a rare and protected animal like Winnie the brown bear on Kodiak Island can be specially protected by the Flathead Park Authority.

Because if it dies, the higher-level officials will know about it, and the media will report it, and it will have a bad impact.

And the jaguars, who cares if they live or die......

"Do you have any beef jerky just now? ”

Han Xuan felt the warmth in the jaguar cub in his arms, shrunk into him, closed his eyes, and whispered in his throat.

"I'm done eating. ”

Garjanon was stunned and pulled out a transparent sealed bag from his pocket.

“…… It's also very environmentally friendly, cleaner than a dog has licked. Han Xuan glanced at the bag with no dried meat crumbs left, and said sarcastically.

Old Barton went to look at the panther cub and said, "It must still be drinking milk and not eating."

In the spring of this year, a male panther was released in the park, and it is estimated that this is his offspring, and if it had not grown stronger than its companions, it is estimated that it would have died now.

Luckily we met us, otherwise it wouldn't have lasted the night, so go back and find some milk to feed it, and give it some warm water first. ”

Gabriel said, "I'll burn ...... later."

The land was frozen and could not be dug without tools.

Naxue covered the two dead little jaguars, and when Han Xuan walked forward, he looked down at the black panther.

Today, there are more than 20,000 jaguars in the world, and the number of black leopards is less than 200, and the probability of mutation is less than 1 percent, so the number is extremely rare.

If you want to say that an ordinary jaguar is only worth a few hundred dollars, then the price of a panther is almost a hundred times that of it, and it is impossible to buy it without 40,000 dollars on the black market.

The little guy has not long hair on his body, has curved claws, and his eyes are half-closed at this time, as if he remembers something terrible, and his body trembles every few seconds.

Labrador pudding, fatherly hairy, around Han Xuan.

Now that the weather is cold, he can't show the panther to it, Han Xuan touched the pudding's head, shook his head and pulled up the zipper of his clothes, clasped his hands around his chest, and held it.

Pudding was smart and no longer coquettish, and trotted forward......

At nine o'clock, we arrived at a river valley.

On both sides are towering snow-capped mountains, and because of the shelter from the wind, there are still scattered footprints in the snow.

This is where the sheriff's father and son are attacked by wolves.

Agent Edgar discovers that the crime scene, which has been trampled on decently, has both human and animal footprints.

The frozen bodies of several British Columbia wolves were lying on the ground, covered in a thin layer of snow, and there were traces on the ground that had been moved.

Slapping his cold face with a headache, Edgar said, "Help find out what is wrong, it's like this, and there is no need to be careful about protecting the scene."

Nature is the wisest scavenger, and it will snow again depending on the weather.

When I see things that don't fit the natural environment, I pick them up, and I have bags and plastic flags with numbers written on them, and I can put them wherever I pick them up.

Then put the items you picked up in and write the numbers on the bag, like this

Holy, the markers are frozen!

Okay, if you find it, call me, I'll pick it up after taking a picture, understand?"

Han Xuan raised his head, and a large black cloud appeared in the eastern sky, and he sighed that the weather forecast was really unreliable.

and the bodyguards, who answered at the same time, stood in a row and stared at the ground, walked forward in small steps, and conducted a carpet search.

Just a few steps, Gargunon quickly raised his hand.

Edgar walked up from behind him, snapped a few shots of the 35-caliber bullet casing, picked it up with tweezers, and put it in a plastic bag that was about to freeze.

Three CSI agents, looking at the bloodstained area, carefully inspected and photographed.

The red snow covers a large area, and the distribution area is more than 20 meters in radius.

Han Xuan noticed that there were many large blood stains there, and only two people died here, so he didn't dare to continue thinking about it at all.

The search lasted nearly an hour and a half, and the second time the search was kicked away, a patrolman accidentally found a worn-out watch.

It belonged to Sheriff Knaghan, the glass was broken, and the time stopped at 3:17 p.m. the day before, which was supposed to be the time of their accident.

When Old Barton saw the watch, he squatted down and hugged his head and cried, he also had the same piece in his hand, this is a souvenir they bought when they went to Philadelphia to play and buy when they were thirty years old, it is not valuable, but it is all memories.

Continuing to rummage, it didn't take long for Owen to kick something "hidden" in the snow, and it made a "ding" sound when it came into contact with the frost on the surface of the shoe.

This is a different bullet from the two bullets just now.

At the crime scene, a third bullet appeared, and it was still very new.

Agent Edgar grabbed Owen in shock, carefully picked up the bullet, and made a straight line towards the place where the blood was most stained.

Without saying anything, Jason quickly ran in that direction, looking for the warhead (to be continued.) )