In response to my questioning, Davara shook her head very honestly, saying that she didn't know the next route, especially emphasizing that there was no indication on the map. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I was very dissatisfied with her answer, and said that we had worked hard to get here, and even died all our lives, and she didn't know a word and it was over?

Not only me, but also my beard and face became very unsightly. The beard repeated, "O route, sisters! ”

Dawala pointed to the map and said two suggestions, one is that we cross the river by feeling the stones and go down tentatively; Second, according to the prior agreement of the police, when the iron donkey and the old man enter the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon, they will make marks along the way, either on some big rocks or trees, and cut them with knives.

Then Davara decided to use the second suggestion.

Beard and I didn't rush to make a statement. And after I listened to it, I made a small calculation in my heart. Iron donkeys they entered the Grand Canyon, it is estimated that nine times out of ten they are also blindfolded, maybe their walking route is not so perfect, or even far away, but in any case, this is also the road that the ancestors walked, we really want to go down this road, there will be no big forks.

I winked at the beard, and that meant, what Davara said was doable. The beard was waiting for my attitude, but when he saw me nodding, he also compromised.

We agreed that we would split up the shards to find these marked markers, and if anyone found them, we would quickly notify the others.

But we took out our phones and looked at them, and found that since we hit the death zone, our cell phone signal was gone. This time we dispersed, which means that we can't use mobile phones to communicate.

So we have a detailed plan. After we split up and searched, we were too far apart from each other, and if we found something, we reminded each other with a whistling sound, and if we didn't get anything, we would return here in half an hour.

I had gone to the north, which was more desolate by comparison, basically either bare wasteland or bush after bush, and now that it was dark, I was in a state of panic.

I can't just hold a flashlight, I want to have a weapon to defend myself.

I struggled with the use of knives and guns. The advantage of using a knife is that it is convenient for hand-to-hand combat, while the advantage of using a gun is that it can shoot from a distance.

It's so dark around me, and I don't think the gun has as much meaning as a knife. I simply straddled the gun over my waist, and with one hand free, I held the folding knife.

I had searched very carefully, and I was lucky, hoping that I would soon find the marker, but after a quarter of an hour, my excitement decreased a lot.

I'm still a little visually tired, and I can't blame it, because everywhere I shine with a flashlight, it seems that I look like that, and it's all that virtue.

This time, when I searched another wasteland, and when I turned around, I looked at the bushes in the distance and froze.

I shone my flashlight on the bush, which was just over half a man tall but thick. In the flicker of the flashlight, I faintly saw that there was a hairy head inside.

It looks like a dog's, but what is this place? How can there be a dog, in addition, the hair of this head is all black, without a trace of variegation, and the whole shape is also a whole circle larger than the head of an ordinary giant dog.

I suddenly reacted and said to myself, oh no, it's a wolf.

I know all too well how ferocious wolves are, especially since this animal has a high IQ and is very cunning.

I guess there's a big wolf hiding in the bushes, and it might be trying to sneak up on me, but I've been spotted ahead of time.

My whole heart was pumping up for a moment, and I wanted to howl and give Beard and Davara a thumbs up. But I also know that wolves are social animals, and since there is one wolf hiding in this bush, it is likely that there will be more wolves in ambush elsewhere.

I'm afraid that if I scream, I'll be targeted by the wolves.

I quickly stopped this thought, and stopped holding the folding knife, hurriedly clamped the knife under the armpit, and changed the gun instead.

I was slightly relieved when I raised my pistol. During this time, the wolf did not move, and stared at me silently.

I want to move slowly away from this place. I tried to do that, especially since I kept the muzzle of the gun on the wolf's head no matter how much I moved my feet.

Now the ground under my feet is not the oil road in the city, it is full of uneven stones.

I focused most of my attention on the wolf, and this time when I took another step, I suddenly missed it and stepped on a sharp-beaked stone.

I grinned in pain and stumbled. Coincidentally, a strong wind blew at this time.

Under the harassment of the wind, the bushes were still swaying, and the wolf's head opened its mouth hideously.

I was already a little frightened, and I was scared by this wolf's mouth again. I couldn't help it.

I raised my pistol and shot two bullets with a thud.

I'll admit that I've never used a pistol before, let alone any good marksmanship. Both bullets missed, sending two puffs of smoke from the ground in front of the bushes.

The wolf was so calm that he was still hiding in the bushes, and had no intention of coming out.

I felt that my forehead was sticky, and I guess I was sweating. And I didn't move any more, and as I stood still, I kept an eye on the wolf's head and looked around to make sure that no other wolves suddenly appeared.

Both Beard and Davara must have heard the gunshot, and immediately there was a whistle, I couldn't be sure whose whistle it was, but it was very hurried, and it rang several times in a row, as if to ask me how was it?

Instead, I was worried about them, and I was afraid that they were not vigilant enough, so I hurriedly fired another shot, warning them with the sound of gunfire.

Then I had a stalemate with this wolf for a while, but it was very painful, and I finally saw that the wolf had not moved, and said that Lao Tzu would not fight with you.

I moved again, but not slowly, but quickly stepped back a lot, turned and ran again.

I hadn't been running long before I met Beard and Davara Thumb, who had arrived in a group. When we met, the beard first asked, "What did you do, what kind of shot?" ”

I briefly told them what had just happened. Dawala frowned again and again, and the beard was a little absent-minded, in fact, he seemed to have not been very flexible since he took alkaloids and woke up.

Beard's first reaction was to snort and say, "I thought something had happened, it turned out that I had met a wolf." ”

I thought to myself, what he meant, isn't it a big deal to meet a wolf? I said to the beard again, "Gentlemen! I've met wolves, and don't forget, wolves love to huddle, and it's likely that there is a pack of wolves around. ”

The beard blinked, then took out a completely clear posture and scolded, "I'll go to his grandmother's competition, we met wolves!" ”

He looked around again, looking very vigilant. But so far, it's safe around us.

Davara asked everyone to slow down in place, and she said that in such a place, if you find a pack of wolves, you must not retreat and flee, otherwise it is easy to be targeted by them.

She asked me exactly where I had found the wolves, and I pointed out the directions, and I could tell that she wanted to go up against the wind, and the wolves would go in a moment.

I didn't approve of her doing this, but Davara left us and walked forward with his gun in his hand. I'm afraid she doesn't have a companion, so something won't go wrong.

I winked at the beard, and together with Davara, in a T-shaped position, we hurried together toward the bush where the wolf was hidden.

I found out that it was a real evil sect, and the wolf hadn't gone yet. By the time we were still about ten meters away from the bushes, we were all still standing.

Davara pondered silently, there was no next move, and I relied on the two of them to raise their guns to cover, and I wanted to see what was going on with the wolf up close.

I also made the offer, but the beard was the first to object.

He pointed to his mouth, and said, "Brother, save you, come for me, Lao Tzu can fight with that wolf with his teeth." ”

I didn't fight with the beard, and told him to be careful.

Beard held his gun and approached the bush step by step.

Originally, he looked cautious, and Davara and I did not let up, holding our guns all the time.

But when I looked next to the bushes, Beard seemed to see something, and I noticed that he was trembling.

He looked incredulous, his vigilance was noticeably weaker, and he waved at us and motioned for Davara and me to hurry over.

I was a little confused, but when I met with my beard, I could see why he was so weird.

It was indeed a big wolf, and it was indeed lying in the bushes, but all four of its legs were casually broken, and it was obviously broken, and there was a lot of flesh missing from its two hind legs, and there was a bloody patch around the wound, which was very disgusting. It also had several wounds all over its body.

Now the wolf's eyes are still open, but they are dead, especially with its entire head crooked.

None of us thought the disabled wolf was in any danger, so we got closer together and crouched down around the wolf.

The beard snorted a few times, and guessed, "Will this wolf fight to the death with other beasts, such as lions and tigers, and finally be made by the opponent to do this virtue, not to mention, the two hind legs are also used as dinner by the opponent?" ”

I wasn't sure, so I didn't respond, but when I think about the kind of scene that Beard said, I feel cruel.

Davara was more careful than her beard, and she focused on the wounds on the wolf's hind legs, and then wiped the blood from the wounds, and then added, "The edges of the wounds are neat, not like they were made by the bite of a wild beast, but as if they had been cut by a sharp dagger." ”

My heart shook, and Beard looked at the wound of the dead wolf again, and then said, "Who did it?" Aborigine? ”

When he said the word native, he looked around.

I immediately rejected his argument and emphasized, "The natives could not have daggers." ”

Beard breathed a sigh of relief and said yes. I had another guess and asked rhetorically, "Could it be the Iron Donkey or the Master?" ”

Dawala raised her thumb and stuck to the wolf blood on her fingertips, she shook her head and said, "This wolf blood is very fresh, the big wolf has just died, and the wound on its hind leg has not eroded, which shows that it has not been injured for a long time, if it is an iron donkey, there is a contradiction in it, and it can't be explained." ”

I calculated that the Iron Donkeys had entered the valley at least a week earlier, and they could not have been wandering around here all this time.

In this way, the suspicion on the wolf corpse gave us a headache.

(Ask for recommended tickets and monthly passes) (To be continued.) )