Neither Beard nor I understood what the mouse meant. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Beard also asked, "If this bear is not that big, but it has such big feet, is it a deformity, and is there any Bigfoot bear in this world?"

The mouse also stepped on the snow next to the bear's footprints. His footprints were nothing compared to the bear's footprints, but the mouse pointed to them and added, "My ancestors were hunters, and when I was a child, I heard my father tell me a lot about hunting in the wild. Have you noticed that the sunshine here is relatively abundant, and when the sun in this environment is so 'exposed', the footprints that were originally left on the snow will 'melt', but at first it is not completely melted, but around the outer edge of the footprints, a little bit of expansion, to put it simply, it is a kind of diffusion, and then it spreads to a certain extent, and the whole footprint will slowly disappear. ”

Beard was stunned when he heard it, but I understood a little. I pointed to the footprints left by the mice and said, for example, "Your footprints will get bigger in a few days, right?"

The mouse praised the cleverness and said, "Even if it doesn't expand to the extent of a bear's footprint, it will be several times larger than it is now." ”

In this way, I was not so afraid of this big bear, and I thought that as long as it was not a monster, it would be fine.

The mouse said his thoughts again. Don't look at the fact that he is not from Orion himself, and he can't specifically judge from the current extent of the expansion of this bear footprint that this footprint was stepped on a few days ago. But he felt that the bear had not hibernated at all throughout the winter, and it would not be too far away from us, not to mention, and it often came out for activities. Therefore, we must not run away blindly, but we might as well use this big house, get ready, wait for the rabbit to come, kill it, and eliminate the hidden danger.

Beard frowned, it was clear that he still didn't have much confidence in the bear hunt plan. And I weighed it in my heart.

I think this person knows a lot of things, don't look at the last time he opened the lock, but that's not his strong point, in addition, when investigating homicides before, he was quite steady and had his unique opinions.

I am biased towards the pro-mouse view from this perspective. I nodded.

The mouse said that he would go back to the big house to get ready, and we didn't study the big footprints much, so we turned around and walked backwards together.

Xiaowei has been hiding in the big house and has not come out, when we opened the door and walked in, I found her standing behind the door, especially when we opened the door, she was also startled.

She patted her chest to make herself feel better, and looked back at Sasha's body.

I guess she's under too much pressure, especially if she's in the same room with a corpse, and it's really hard for her to be a policewoman.

I just comforted her verbally. I'll admit that the mouse did better than me, and he deliberately told a few stories to make Xiaowei smile.

We've been tossing and turning so far, and we're all a little hungry. My beard and I leaned over to the cauldron and opened the lid.

There is a half-pot of stewed meat, with pork ribs and large slices of meat, but I don't know what kind of meat it is. In fact, we can also eat this pot of meat and fill our stomachs. But Hu Zi and I can't trust Li Yang, I'm afraid that this meat is not very fresh.

We both looked at the dead weasel. I also asked the beard, "Does the meat of this thing taste sassy?"

Beard snorted, and said, "How do he know?" I asked curiously, "You bit off half of the beast's head, and you told the mouse that this weasel has good meat." ”

The beard shrugged twice, and then said, "I was blowing, I was fighting with this beast at that time, how could I have the energy to taste the meat?"

I don't care so much anymore. I carried the cauldron with Beard, and poured all the meat into a corner, and then we divided the work, Beard was going outside to collect firewood, and I wanted to get a pot of snow water.

The mouse was crouching in front of the weasel's carcass, and he reached out to pluck the hair from the side of the weasel's mouth. This hair is very long and hard, I don't understand why mice are so weird, why are they interested in this kind of hair?

Originally, I didn't want to ask more, but just as I was returning with a pot of snow, the mouse stopped me, and he pointed to the cauldron, which means, let's not rush to eat, he will use the cauldron to make a weapon first.

I was awkward to hear him say that. I said in my heart that this is the real society, is he frozen and confused, why did he even say the words of refining weapons in a pot?

I looked at him stunned, and the mouse didn't explain much, so he quickly snatched the pot over.

It's good that my beard and I are working for nothing. The mice used the firewood they picked up with their beards to make the fire burn more vigorously. He also set the cauldron on the fire and boiled it dry.

He told us not to be idle, and to help him get the fat off the weasel and put it in the pot.

Beard and I thought that the mouse wanted to make a pot of oil, and then boiled the oil hot, and when the bear rushed in, he would splash the bear with the hot oil.

The beard took the time to recite a sentence to me, saying that he had only heard of the oil splashing noodles, this oil splashing the bear, can it be good? Once it can't be splashed to death, don't splash the big bear in a hurry, once it becomes more angry, we can only die more miserably.

I didn't answer anything, and I didn't know how.

The two of us cooperated, and finally tore off all the fat that could be found on the weasel and threw it into the cauldron.

My beard and I were greasy on our hands, but there was no running water in the big house, so we had to rub our hands together in snow and wash them properly.

The mice are busy in full swing, and pieces of fat are squeezed, so that the oil in the cauldron becomes more and more little by little.

Xiaowei was originally watching, but in the end she actually came over and helped the mouse. Beard and I were not interested, and we searched the room carefully during this time, and there were really no weapons here, only the spoon that fell on the ground.

The spoon is made of iron, especially since the handle is quite long. We just broke the handle of it.

I found a thick twig and put it together with a spoon so that it could barely work, while the beard crouched on the ground, grinding the broken iron handle with his teeth and grinding it a few times against the ground from time to time.

This is a concrete floor, although it is not as good as sandpaper, but grinding hard can also make the handle break sharp.

According to the beard, as long as this broken handle is processed well, it can definitely be used as a dagger, and it can be regarded as a self-defense weapon.

I thought more, and then I would find a long stick, preferably straight, and I would put the broken handle on top of it, and in this way, wouldn't it be a simple bayonet?

But breaking the handle was a long job, and as we rotated hands, working together, the mice had all the oil done.

He took the oil pot and cautiously walked out the door.

His move was unexpected. Beard and I looked at each other, and in curiosity, followed.

The mouse crouched in the doorway, the cauldron was placed next to him, and he also took out the whiskers of the weasel in his pocket.

He bent a beard first, but not with a single effort. He finally made the beard a flattened, oval-shaped presence and found another branch. He dipped the branch in the cauldron, and when the branch was dipped in oil, he moved the branch above the beard and let the oil fall down the beard one by one......

My beard and I weren't too cold, and we waited for a cigarette.

There were three weasel whiskers, which were dripped with a thick layer of oil, and because of the low temperature outside, the oil solidified again, so that the crooked beard was shaped and sewn into the grease. In addition, at first glance, this oil-stained beard looks more like a frozen meat worm.

The mouse put all the "meat worms" on the snow beside him, and said to us, "Well, the weapon I have refined is not bad, right? ”

The beard laughed. He deliberately picked up a "meat worm", checked it, and said, "What's the use of this thing? Don't you say that you can do internal strength, and then you can throw it out like a dart, so what are you doing with meat worms, how hard is this? Isn't it different for us to skim stones?"

The mouse could tell that the beard was full of ridicule. But the mouse was not serious or angry, he smiled, pointed to the "meat worm" in the beard's hand, and explained, "Officer, you just watched and knew that it was actually a weasel's whisker, but the bear didn't know. Let's throw these 'clotted whiskers' that look like bugs in a conspicuous place near the big house, and if this bear passes by and sees it, it must be hungry and interested in this bug, and you think about it, what will happen if it wants to eat this bug in its stomach?"

The beard grinned indifferently, and then said, "What can be the consequences, just like a human being, I accidentally ate a hair while eating." ”

And I stared at these crooked "meat worms", and then pondered carefully, and my heart chuckled, and I almost broke out in a cold sweat.

I admired the mouse in my heart and gave him a thumbs up.

Beard looked at me puzzled.

The mouse still had several undripping whiskers in his hands, so I picked one up, fiddled with it, and held it up and explained to the beard, "This beard is very hard, and there are a little prickly hands on the top of the beard, think about it, after the big bear eats them, they are in the big bear's stomach, and the fat that wraps the beard is digested by the stomach acid, once these whiskers are less confined and become straight again, what will be the consequences?"

This time the beard's face changed, and he scolded the damn thing, and said, "Wouldn't that big bear have a perforated stomach, and it will die of pain, and then we won't blow it up, won't we escape the danger?"

The mouse laughed, and the beard and I laughed too, especially the beard laughed so much that there was a faint lewdness in the laughter.

Our laughter also drew Vicky in.

She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and as soon as she went out, she looked at us in amazement, especially at the beard.

Beard was a little embarrassed, and gradually put away his laughter, and Xiaowei snorted coldly, and said again, "It's at least more than ten degrees below zero outside, what did you just do? And it's all at this temperature, you can still laugh so sexually?" (To be continued.) )