Lan Mu is in the deep mountains and old forests, it is getting late, and when night falls, he does not dare to walk around when he turns back into a human being.

I had to sit on the giant boar, fiddling with my phone, hoping to find someone to save me.

But then he found out in despair that there was no signal on his mobile phone!

"I'll take the test! No way! ”

No matter how Lan Mu fiddles with his phone, there is just no signal here.

If he can't make a distress call, do you want him to go out by himself?

Lan Mu looked at the dark woods in frustration, gave up his plan to walk at night, and decided to make do with it here for the night.

For him, apart from the moonlight, the light of the mobile phone is the only light, and the power is only one-third.

In his experience, to keep the screen on, you can only last two hours.

When he had no choice, he had to read the text messages first.

Of the 21 text messages, 19 were sent by his boss, Editor-in-Chief Liang.

There are also two posts from his friend and colleague Cheng Ming.

He read the editor-in-chief Liang first, although there are many text messages, he basically talks about one thing, that is......

Where the hell are you dead?

"Alas...... I've been missing for seven days! Editor-in-chief, don't you know to call the police? ”

Lan Mu looked at the text messages that scolded him one by one, and Editor-in-Chief Liang simply scolded him as an irresponsible, unscrupulous, unsightly, and heinous bad employee.

Seeing the last text message, Editor-in-Chief Liang said that he was absent from work for four days without reason, and he did not go to the relevant departments that had already greeted him for an interview, nor did he have any explanation, and he had reported it and dismissed him.

"My editor-in-chief Liang, you are so good to me, haven't you thought that I might be a special case?"

"Alas...... This work cannot be lost. ”

Lan Mu likes the work of the newspaper very much, it is stable, the treatment is good, and there is passion, which is in line with his temper and appetite for him. In general, it's the job that's important, and he doesn't want to lose it.

To this end, he wrote a long reply, in a tone of frustration and tears, and applied all the penmanship he had learned in journalism, and it was bound to keep his job.

The reason he used was that he was attacked by the evil forces during his secret visit to poaching, fell off a cliff, and survived, and also found a poaching gang in the reserve, and saw them hunt a precious giant wild boar with his own eyes.

In order to increase the convincing power, he also deliberately took pictures of wild boars and told the story from multiple angles.

Of course, he concealed his seven-day experience of transforming into a white-haired lion throughout the whole process, which will be the most memorable secret memory of his life.

However, this extra-long text message failed to be sent without accident, and there was no signal at all, so he had no choice but to save it in the draft box.

As for his friend Cheng Ming's text message, it is very simple, one is to tell him that his other good friend Ma Xiang is engaged to his girlfriend.

The other asks where he has gone. Why don't you contact the newspaper, and the work tasks that have been contacted are not completed, and you are missing.

I couldn't see Lan Mu crying and laughing, okay, you just sent a text message to ask if I disappeared?

"I feel that we have such a deep friendship, and I don't care as much about me as Editor-in-Chief Liang!"

Editor-in-chief Liang sent 19 text messages, as anxious as a rabbit.

Regarding Cheng Ming's text message, Lan Mu was not in a hurry to reply, and would wait until he got home.

He looked at the battery, there was still ten percent left, and hurriedly turned it off, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

"It's good that it's summer, otherwise I would have had a serious illness overnight!"

Lan Mu leaned on the wild boar and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep, surrounded by all kinds of mosquitoes, and the dead pig carcass provoked a lot of poisonous insects and ants.

Although I don't know why, these mosquitoes don't land on him at all, but just flying around is annoying enough.

Lan Mu, who couldn't stand it anymore, decided to leave here and find a better place to spend the night.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw a light approaching in the distance, and it seemed that a group of people were approaching.

"Someone? That's great! ”

Lan Mu didn't be happy for long, and when he saw a group of people appear, his heart was cold.

There were 12 people who came, and seven of them were the poachers they had encountered in the afternoon!

I saw that five of them were all wounded, with white bandages on their bodies, and the wounds that had already been treated.

"How did they get back? Yes, they couldn't bear the carcass of this giant wild boar, after so long, they must have thought that the white lion had already left. ”

"I'm stupid to stay here...... But maybe that's not a bad thing, I've turned back into a human, maybe I can use them to get me out of this damn jungle? ”

Lan Mu squinted his eyes and calculated, the light shone on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes with excitement.

"Boss! This is someone! ”

"Who are you?"

Hearing the poacher's inquiry, Lan Mu naturally replied: "I was so unlucky to die, I fell from the observation deck and almost died, you see my clothes, they are so torn that I can't wear them!" After walking all day, it was dark, and there was no mobile phone signal, so I thought I couldn't get out! ”

"You're here to save me! The rescue team in Fuzhou is just in time! ”

Listening to his words, the poachers looked at each other, and they understood what he meant, which was to treat everyone as the people who came to save him.

But what did you just say? Falling off the observation deck?

A strong man with five big and three thick men held a flashlight, took a closer look, pointed at Lan Mu and shouted, "Boss, it's him!" He's the journalist! ”

"Huh?" Lan Mu was stunned, what's the situation? I've become a human being, and you still know me?

But then he reacted, and the other party even knew his profession!

"Ahh You ......" Lan Mu felt a cool air rise from his back spine.

The strong man bared his teeth and sneered, "What are we? Hey. ”

"Well, it's nothing, you know me, did my friend call you to save me? No, I'm not a journalist! I'm just a waiter. Lan Mu pretended to be calm and said, not daring to identify the identity of this group of people at all.

But he was now 100% sure that these poachers were the same people who attacked him and threw him off the lookout that night seven days ago!

"Don't pretend, huh, this is your ID, isn't it? Chenguang Newspaper City Editor and Running Reporter Lan Mu, hehe, what a long title...... You were thrown down by Lao Tzu himself! The strong man directly took out Lan Mu's work card and threw it in Lan Mu's face.

Lan Mu's face was pale, he was indifferent, forcibly calmed himself, bent down, and picked up his documents.

"Fuck, you're not dead? It's a big life! The strong man kicked Lan Mu in the stomach, and the huge force made him retreat again and again, almost falling.

Lan Mu was kicked in the stomach, stabilized his body, endured the severe pain, and said coldly: "You guys are simply lawless......"

"I just asked the observation deck guard about poaching, and you're going to kill me? How dare you be so careless about human life? ”

The strong man slapped Lan Mu on the face, making a crisp sound, and said with a foul mouth: "Human life? ”

"How many of our brothers are there who don't have a few lives? Escaped from Lingnan, it was not easy to find such a good place, there was no forest patrol, the management was lax, although there were fewer valuable wild goods, but it was also improvised, you kid have to cut off our financial route? ”

"Damn, you're pretty smart, and you even directly suspect that the forest guards are our people. It's just that Xiao Tang can open the back door for us to hunt in the reserve so generously every week, and if you want to make a dead reporter yellow, let's drink the northwest wind? ”

Lan Mu listened inexplicably, and after thinking about it, he realized that the Xiao Tang that this group of people was talking about should be the staff of the scenic spot that he repeatedly asked seven days ago.

I'll take the test! You guys aren't you, aren't you? I just saw that the man's answer was vague, so I asked a few more questions.

He's not so bad at psychology, is he? Haven't you ever seen a reporter's professional question? I even told you that I doubted him...... Sky! Wronged!

"You ...... For such a ridiculous reason...... You want to destroy my mouth? ”

The strong man impatiently raised his shotgun, pointed it at Lan Mu's head, and said brutally: "Ridiculous reason? You don't care what the reason is, you kid can't keep it anyway! ”

"It's the dead of night here, it's a good place to kill people and leave corpses, and no one knows if you are shot with one shot!"

"In a few decades, I'm afraid that no one will be able to find you when your bones are bones. Hahaha! ”

After saying that, the strong man had a strong hand and was about to pull the trigger. Lan Mu felt that death was approaching, and this feeling was like the feeling of falling off a cliff seven days ago, lying crippled on the ground waiting for death.

No! I'm your whole family! You're just going to kill me so casually?

"Wait...... Wait a minute! ”

Lan Mu trembled wildly, his teeth about to crush.

At this time, he was looking forward to power like never before, just like the terrifying power of the white-haired lion, so strong that this group of people were all ants!

"That's right! White-haired lion! ”

"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the white lion?"

The strong man sneered: "What white lion and black lion?" ”

"Wait! Huang Sheng, you put down the gun! It was the old hunter whom he had seen in the afternoon, who came up eagerly and pushed the strong man away.

The strong man Huang Sheng put down the gun suspiciously and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?" ”

The old hunter ignored him, and asked Lan Mu with bright eyes, "You just said the white lion?" The lion with snow-white hair all over his body? ”

Lan Mu saw Huang Sheng put down the gun, his tense heart relaxed slightly, and he exhaled, he knew that he was safe for the time being.

"Yes, it's a white-haired lion!"

The old hunter suddenly laughed, and wanted to reach out and pull Lan Mu's collar, but as soon as he raised his hand, there was a sharp pain, and both of his shoulders were seriously injured, and the bandages he was bandaging were oozing blood.

Enduring the excruciating pain, the old hunter's eyes flashed with ferocity and resentment.

Only then did Huang Sheng react and shouted: "Boss, the white lion he said won't be the ...... you encountered."

The old hunter sneered: "There won't be many ...... in the world with such a white lion."

"Little reporter, did you see our battle with that white lion in the afternoon?"

Lan Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only arrived at night......"

"Don't lie! Brat! The old hunter had a look of see-through expression and interrupted Lan Mu's words.

"When you were pointed at the head with a gun just now, you were already exposed, you kid must have been present at the time and saw it with your own eyes!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have said with certainty, 'Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the white lion'!"

When Huang Sheng heard this, he also smashed Lan Mu with the butt of his gun, and said viciously: "Damn, I know that your kid is not honest, say it quickly!" ”

Lan Mu swallowed his saliva, secretly said that he was still too tender, and said, "Yes." I've seen them all. ”

"I was in the vicinity and heard the gunshots, so I walked this way and saw a mighty white lion pounce on one of you and scratch him."

"I hid behind a tree in the distance and watched, you were defeated by the white lion and fled."

Huang Sheng said angrily: "What escape? You kid knows a piece of! ”

"Huh." The old hunter stopped Huang Sheng's move to continue fighting again, and sneered: "Running away is running away, there is nothing that can't be admitted." ”

"Tell me, where did the white lion go after we left?"

Lan Mu opened his mouth and looked at a group of people surrounding him with shotguns, and suddenly closed his mouth.

"Hmph, boy, if you don't say it, you'll die, and if you say it, there's still a glimmer of life." The old hunter said.

Lan Mu is not stupid, he knows that he will die if he says it, and if he doesn't say it, he will have a chance of life.

And he can't say it, he can only make it up. He himself is the white-haired male lion, where can he go to find the white lion for this group of people?

Seeing that Huang Sheng was about to hit him with the butt of his gun again, he said indifferently.

"I know the lair of the white-haired lion."