48, the night of the murder in the dark moon

A cloud of mist rises from the mountainside, the sun turns from golden yellow to soft pale yellow, the beasts in the mountains and forests return to their nests, the animals that travel at night begin to become active, the sound of various rustling in the humid jungle begins to sound, huge mosquitoes buzz and fly low in the sky, and a wrist-sized eye king snake leaps out of the grass and quickly disappears on the other side, and the grass returns to its original appearance.

On the top of the hillside, Mo Lei sat on the branch of a dragon's blood tree that was cut off by thunder and looked into the distance, the old tree was half lying on the hillside, and most of the knotted roots were torn out of the ground, even so, the dragon's blood tree still retained its vitality, and the bare part of the ground grew thin branches, and the branches hung with new green leaves, trembling and shining in the humid air.

The fog gradually rose from this side of the hill to the top of the higher mountain, the sky became darker and darker, the sky in the west was fiery red, and the darkness in the northeast gradually came, the sky was bright and dark together, and the valley was full of green leaves and red flowers.

In another half an hour, the fog and night are coming, and it is time for Mo Lei to act.

The fog in the valley on the lower side of the valley faded and the vision became clearer, and as far as the eye could see, the valley in the distance was lit with sporadic lights, which were the greenhouse lamps lit by the cannabis growers at night, and from a distance, they looked like glowing plankton.

This is a means used by some indigenous people to earn a living.

The tropical jungle is a green hell, and the tropical jungle is also a huge treasure trove. As long as you can, you can eat and drink everything, and you will be inexhaustible.

Mo Lei was still lying on the branch and looking up at the sky motionlessly, the night was getting deeper and deeper, the originally rising fog suddenly fell from mid-air, the mist was misty and misty shuttling among the trees, the starlight loomed under the quiet sky, there was no moonlight, the starry sky became more lofty, and a meteor quickly crossed the night sky with light and disappeared from sight.

At about 7 o'clock in the evening, the afterglow of the sun had turned into a small piece of gold floating at the end of the sky, and on the way from Mo Lei, there were lights and the barking of hunting dogs. After all, in this big mountain, except for those who take risks for the sake of huge interests, only those scattered natives only go up the mountain once in a while, if it is late at night, even Mo Lei, who has undergone countless training and actual combat, has to sleep with one eye open.

Almost.

Mo Lei got up from the trunk of the tree, walked to a small pit with stagnant water on the right, where there was a low night fragrance tree, he tore a few leaves from it, crumpled it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it on his bare arms and face to prevent mosquitoes, and grabbed a handful of mud on the side of the pit and put it on his body, so as not to spread too far the smell of the night fragrance tree, and then lowered his head and grabbed the javelin and bow and arrow he made, turned around and went into the jungle.

Shuttling through the vine-entwined, hot and humid jungle, Mo Lei's figure was like a ghost, he bypassed the traps he made, climbed over the dead trees lying in the grass, ran through the woods next to the empty lawn, and soared over the half-man-deep pit, the small open ground in front of him was overgrown with poison lacquer vines, which would kill people in the dark night.

An hour later, he appeared behind the search team, his clothes wet from the humidity and sweat of the forest. He gave up his plan to kill a few of the search team, that would be pointless, and it would startle the snake. Whether or not they can be killed by traps and jungle animals and plants depends on their luck.

Mo Lei actually guessed Victor's idea at noon, but it was inconvenient for him to leave if he appeared in the Chinese community during the day, and even if Victor laid a trap waiting for him at night, he couldn't stop himself from leaving generously.

I don't understand why I have to go to the Chinese community to have a look. Mo Lei already understood the other party's ultimate purpose, but he was just worried, worried that those black-haired and yellow-skinned people would not be oppressed, and he didn't attribute his behavior to Gao Fengliangjie, it was nothing more than that he couldn't get used to it and didn't allow others to do it.

He took off his soaked T-shirt and hung it on the trunk of a tree next to him, leaving only a vest. He took out a few leaves of the nightshade tree from his pocket, rubbed them again on the surface of his bare skin, climbed up the trunk of the tree in three or two, and looked out at the Chinese community below, where the lights were inviting and warm.

Take a few cherries out of your pocket, put them in your mouth and chew them slowly, letting the juice run down your throat. Mo Lei closed his eyes and went over the map he had memorized in his mind.

In the distance, there was a scream of people, and the flashlights gathered in a panic, which was probably a search team member who stepped on Mo Lei's trap, and the lights gathered for a while, and then they all retreated to the rear, probably the team members didn't want to die in the jungle in the middle of the night.

Mo Lei leaned against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes to recuperate, it seems that that guy is also vicious enough, and he actually let these so-called search team members go to death, the purpose is to confuse his vision? Thinking that everyone was still looking for themselves in the mountains, they could sneak out to the Chinese community, and then they set a trap in the community thinking that they would fit in.

You are calculating against each other, and you are calculating against me, and I am calculating against you.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the wind was blowing.

A strong wind blew in the mountains and forests, and the forest was turbulent, like the sound of a tsunami shaking the mountains and forests, and the long howl of wolves was heard in the distance, as if it was annoyed by the fierce wind.

The sound of the wind became more and more poignant, like a passionate symphony, hovering in the valley covered with black oil paint, wandering by the big trees deep in the soil, surging under the black canopy, everywhere the wind was full of this wind, it was irritable, angry, destroying, catharsis, more and more rampant, more and more presumptuous, like thousands of troops, mighty, over the mountains and forests, rushing down the hillside, passing through the halls, tearing everything mercilessly.

On the hillside behind the Chinese residential area, Mo Lei tied himself tightly to the branches of the big tree against the wind, and after ten minutes, the wind gradually became smaller, slowly stopped, all the dust slowly landed, the world returned to clarity, the dark clouds that were originally squeezed in the sky were gone, the starry sky was shining, and the insects in the grass seemed to be alive.

Mo Lei untied the rope with palpitations, raised his hand to wipe the dust and weeds off his face, he didn't know that this ghost wind was so terrifying, according to his own experience, such a strong wind could only come rashly in the plains or canyons. Well, now this terrible gust of wind has probably made the people who are looking for have turned off the lights and rested, and also made those who have set traps for themselves more sober.

After sorting out his equipment, Mo Lei walked along a path that was difficult to distinguish even in the daytime towards the community, this road he had heard Old Man Wu talk about, and he walked it once, the road was winding, with weeds on both sides, leading to a natural cave on the slope of the mountain behind him.

He walked quietly, stepping two or three stone steps at a time, like a nimble tanuki, and after a few minutes, he was under the walls of the Chinese community. Mo Lei did not choose to climb over the wall directly, but walked along the fence to the left for dozens of meters, rummaging in the grass for a while, revealing a drainage ditch that only one person could barely squeeze through, and walked through it from there.

Straightening up his equipment and standing up from the lawn, Mo Lei walked towards the small building he had pre-selected.

There are still some young people in the Chinese area, who usually mix and go, but now that the situation is like this, they can't get into trouble anymore.