After sleeping comfortably, Zhao Qing leaned out half of his body from his sleeping bag, breathed in the cold air, and felt very good. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bonfire has been extinguished, still smoking green, Zhao rubbed his eyes lightly, searched around, did not find the figure of the little lynx, his heart couldn't help but be empty, but the next moment, he found some strange movements in the sleeping bag, opened the zipper, and found that the little guy was lying on his belly like a cat, and his big eyes were very cute.

It turned out that the little lynx secretly got into his warm bed last night to keep warm, and he was quite clever. It is still just a cub, it does not have the wildness and vigilance of humans like an adult lynx, but it knows that Zhao Qing is very warm and has food here, so it is natural to get close to Zhao Qing.

"I'm really not afraid of people." Zhao chuckled and scolded, fiddling with the lynx's unique hairy ears, and was in a good mood.

He was a little glad that he could still have a companion in this wilderness, so he held the little lynx's head with both hands and said: "Little guy, we are all fallen people at the end of the world, and it is rare to share hardships, and we will be brothers in the future, and we will be blessed and enjoy hardships together, and when I get out of trouble, I will definitely take you to play the most fun hairballs, the most beautiful glass beads!" By the way, let's give you a name, lynx lynx, let's call it Shirley. ”

Zhao Qing was very satisfied with this foreign name, and he didn't care about considering that the country allowed the breeding of wild protected animals, he only knew that he accompanied him in his most difficult and lonely time, no matter who it was, he would definitely cherish it for a lifetime.

Crawling out of the warm sleeping bag and sending away Shirley, who was wrapped around his trouser legs, Zhao Qing re-lit the bonfire, filled his already empty iron kettle with snow, and roasted it on the bonfire, then walked to the remaining sheep carcass, cut a large rib with a survival knife, and prepared to roast and eat.

Shirley, who was originally very energetic and rolling on the snow, smelled the smell of blood, and immediately obediently lay down beside Zhao Qing, her small tail kept wagging constantly, obviously knowing that there would be food to eat soon.

Zhao gently rubbed Shirley's head, skewered the lamb ribs onto a branch, and roasted them on a randomly built grill made of branches, turning them over while thinking about what to do next. He originally expected the rescue team to come back to help him, but after so long, he didn't even see a ghost, coupled with this rare heavy snowfall, the rescue team's vehicles would definitely be restricted, if he still waited for help in the same place like this, I was afraid that the food would run out, and he and Shirley would both starve to death in the wasteland.

Since you can't wait for rescue, let's find a way to survive on your own. After experiencing the life and death test of that heavy snow, Zhao Qing's heart has grown a lot, he is a strong-willed person, and after having the desire to survive, his mind has calmed down.

This time, the lamb ribs were much more successful than last night's leg of lamb, although the smell still lingered, but the heat was quite good, and the meat was very tender.

Shirley was still a toddler and should not eat salt, so Zhao Qing only sprinkled salt on his ribs so that the mutton had some taste. Salt is too important for human body functions, if it weren't for the fact that he was reminded by his roommate when he checked his luggage and almost forgot it, thinking of his roommate, Zhao Qing couldn't help but feel gloomy for a while, and he didn't know if he could return to the civilized world, and his parents knew that he had been missing for almost five days, would he be anxious and about to go crazy.

Shaking his head, cleaning up these distractions, and enjoying a roast lamb chop beautifully, Zhao Qing only ate seven points full very restrainedly, Shirley was not so rational, and her stomach was bulging.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Qing began to pack his bags, disposed of all the remaining mutton with a survival knife, threw it directly into the sleeping bag, and then looked at the mobile phone, the mobile phone had only the last five percent of the electricity left, Zhao Qing's heart sank, and after quickly determining the time and direction, he turned off the mobile phone, and then dragged the sleeping bag towards the east. Zhao Qing believes that as long as he always moves in one direction, he can always see people, and he will be rescued when the time comes.

Shirley ate too much and couldn't walk, Zhao Qing had to carry it to the sleeping bag and drag it together, looking at Shirley's squinting eyes and extremely comfortable appearance, Zhao Qing couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, all cats are the owners of their owners, this sentence is really right.

The sun in January is very far away, but the light is not weak, the surrounding is full of snow, and it is illuminated, fortunately Zhao Qing wears sunglasses, otherwise he will definitely get snow blindness.

After walking for a long time, when Zhao Qing felt that he was about to become numb, he suddenly found that a stir in his brain appeared, and a neat row of human footprints appeared on the snow in front of him, after Zhao Qing was sure that it was not his own footprints, he finally screamed uncontrollably excitedly, and he finally found traces of human activities, these footprints show that he is not far from the place of human activities.

He couldn't wait to follow these footprints, wanting to find the owner of these footprints immediately and ask for help, but after chasing not far away, a pool of blood on the ground made Zhao Qing involuntarily stop. The pool of blood was shocking, and it stood out on the snow-white snow.

"Maybe it's just the herdsmen killing their animals here." Zhao Qing comforted himself like this, but he hesitated to continue the pursuit, he had a bad premonition, it was very likely that this blood did not come from livestock, and rashly moving forward might put him in danger, after all, there were barren mountains and mountains here, and no one would find out if there was an accident.

He continued to observe the footprints on the snow, and found that the footprints began to get confused, and a large number of footprints similar to horses appeared, coming from the other direction, overlapping with the human footprints he had been seeking, and it was not difficult to surmise that the person he was looking for had met a group of horseback riders, and something had happened.

After hesitating, Zhao Qing still searched along the bloodstains, and found that the follow-up drops of blood continued to a forest, when Zhao Qing bypassed a tree, he saw the most terrible scene he had ever seen since he was born, and he felt a tumbling in his stomach at that time, and he was about to vomit.

Behind the trunk, at the end of the bloodstain, a headless corpse collapsed, apparently the men on horseback attacked the man, and then took him to the woods, and executed the decapitation, as to where the head went.

Anyway, Zhao Qing didn't want to know, he turned his back and vomited frantically, knowing that after vomiting yellow gastric juice, he got better.

He felt that this world was too crazy, such a thing would happen in a legal society, which was difficult for Zhao Qing to accept no matter what, he had always lived in a city with good security, and had never seen such a cruel thing, an indescribable feeling filled his mind, like disgusting, like something else.

Shirley smelled the strong smell of blood and kept whining, but she was not interested in the corpse, in her opinion, the lump of meat was far less delicious than the mutton roasted by Zhao Qing.

Zhao Qing finally broke free from his nausea after hearing Shirley's scream, and looked at the corpse and began to calm down, such a terrible scene would indeed bring a great impact to people at first glance, but Zhao Qing forcibly restrained himself and began to think calmly. He knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, and those people on horseback were likely to come back, and if he met those people, Zhao Qing was not sure that he would be much better than this corpse. But he finally saw people, although he didn't have a head, but he definitely had clues on him, although Zhao Qing was not in the mood to help him appeal and bring the group of murderers to justice, but Zhao Qing might be able to find a way out of trouble from these clues.

Zhao Qing, who had calmed down, approached the headless corpse with great courage, and after approaching, he found that this person's clothes were extremely strange, dressed as if they were ancient people, and the material was still sewn from silk, and the price was expensive.

"It's acting, it's too real." Zhao Qingqiang endured his nausea and began to grope inside the corpse's clothes, looking around and finding only a package, nothing else that modern people should have, such as mobile phones.

"This guy can't be from time in time." After making sure that he couldn't find anything else, Zhao Qing opened the package and found that there was only one scroll-like thing inside, as well as a copper seal. The copper seal is engraved with the words of the county guard of Huanhe County in western Liaoning. Liaoxi Zhao Qing knew, but now there is no such statement, as for this Huanhe County, Zhao Qing didn't think out where it was, but unfortunately the phone was out of battery, otherwise you can find out where you are now. He now regrets not having a physical map with him.

Put away the copper seal, Zhao Qing opened the scroll, the scroll is very soft, it is made of sheepskin, there is very little such thing in modern times, the words on it are written in regular letters, antique, at a glance, you know that the calligrapher has profound calligraphy skills, fortunately, Zhao Qing has a lot of research in calligraphy, so as not to be incomprehensible.

There are only a few numbers on the sheepskin scroll: "Jurchen invasion, Huanhe County was lost, Zhao Qi was the county guard, did not fulfill his duty, and died innocently. ”

Zhao Qing finished reading it, he was completely confused, the Manchus are the Manchus, what is it called Jurchen, after the Northern Expedition, this nation has declined, and it has invaded, and it has been taught by the uncle of the People's Liberation Army to be a man every minute.

Zhao Qing, who was puzzled, looked at the ancient costume of the headless corpse on the ground, the ancient sheepskin scroll and copper seal, and finally began to suspect one thing, and he crossed by himself. No wonder there is still such abundant grassland in the Rehe grassland, which has long been cultivated by human beings, there will be wild sheep, wild lynx, and there will be no people for hundreds of miles.

"The Jurchen invasion, didn't I travel to the Ming Dynasty, or Liaoxi, a land of right and wrong, it's really unlucky." Zhao Qing still didn't accept his crossing, after all, he had too little contact, maybe everything was just an accident.

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, Zhao Qing looked at the headless corpse on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed, dug a big pit, and buried this poor county guard named Zhao Qi, after all, he has the same surname as himself, and it is just that he didn't see it, since he saw it, how could he let him expose the corpse in the wild like this. If he really crosses over, a person like himself who has no roots must always have an identity, and Zhao Qi's family is very good.

After dealing with all this, Zhao Qing couldn't wait to leave this wood, never wanting to stay any longer.

Out of the woods, Zhao Qing felt as if he had really returned to the civilized world, and there were footprints everywhere on the snow. But he didn't blindly look for people, and if he met the group of horsemen, he would definitely be unlucky.

Cautiously follow one of the tracked routes, the kind of route with two deep rutted marks is very recognizable, and there are many footprints on this route, but there are not many horseshoe prints, and I may be able to come into contact with this group of people.

Finally, when night was about to fall, Zhao Qing caught up with the group of people. But instead of rushing forward to ask for help, he observed from afar, and the more he observed, the more his heart sank.

There were about twenty or thirty of them, men and women, but many more were old and young, women and children, and all dressed in rags, like beggars, without any modern products, except for a wooden cart drawn by a horse. Since it was already nightfall, they stopped their trip and stopped to rest by a wooded field.

There will never be such a large and backward group of displaced people on the grassland of modern society. Zhao Qing has already affirmed that he has crossed over.