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It's very tense.

At this point, there is no point in fighting again, and there is a high chance of getting injured, after all, there are too many opponents.

Zheng Guo chose to retreat.

When the crocodiles saw him and began to retreat, they did not chase him, but stopped near the lake and watched him from afar.

After being far enough, Zheng Guo turned around and walked towards the camp.

"It's not all fruitless, at least I've figured out what I'm facing, and I'll be able to prevent this from happening again." "And when you think about it, it's actually an amazing experience." Millions of years later, those crocodile people may actually evolve into 'humans', and it's interesting that we came into contact with them millions of years ago. ”

The sun rose completely, halfway out from behind the gathered rain clouds, radiating a bright red glow.

Zheng Guo opened his arms and took a deep breath.

"Sailors, a new day begins!"

Goo –

There was a groan in the stomach.

The sailors laughed.

"Hahaha, that's embarrassing."

"666, a new day starts with a hungry stomach!"

"I'm eating xiaolongbao, do you want to have one? (*^__^*)”

"It's been recorded, and it will be used as a ringtone in the future, and I want to be private."

"I want it, I want it!"

"Ask for resources!!"

Zheng Guo rubbed his stomach and said: "In the wilderness, it is inevitable that you will be hungry and thirsty, don't collapse your mentality, stay positive, and stay optimistic." There will be food, and there will be water. As long as the heart does not die, everything will be fine. ”

When we reached the vicinity of the camp, I heard cooing from afar.

When he walked over, he saw Goo poking his head out of the bird's nest and looking at him eagerly.

Zheng Guo climbed up to the tree house and fed it the two bugs he had caught on the way back.

The bug also contains alkaloid toxins that can kill people in a matter of seconds, otherwise he wouldn't mind eating them.

Zheng Guo ate some berries, then took the water bag from the branch and took a sip.

The water was clear, but with a faint smell of ammonia, and it was clear that a simple scrubbing last night had not removed the smell of the bladder.

I lifted the clay pot and took a look, and of course the campfire inside had long since been extinguished, but there were still sparks left on a few pieces of charcoal.

The tinder was successfully preserved, so it was much easier to make it when it was necessary to make a fire.

To be honest, it is really a waste of time and physical strength to drill wood for fire, and it means a lot to him to keep the fire.

He then peeled off a large chunk of bark from the tree where the tree house was built, revealing the wood inside.

Zheng Guo carved a sketchy map on it with a stone knife, marking the mountainous areas, woods, stone forests and other proven areas.

"This is the North Peninsula, this is the South Peninsula, this is the strait between the two peninsulas...... I'm probably where I am now......" He drew a circle a short distance northwest of the camp and marked an exclamation mark in the middle, "This is the crocodile man's camp, not too far from my location, try to avoid them when you move." ”

It is important to know that animals living in groups are generally not easy to mess with, they have a clear division of labor within them, and they are often able to cooperate with each other purposefully when hunting, and they exert much more power than a fierce high-end predator.

That's why veteran explorers say they'd rather encounter tigers than wolves in the wild.

Last night's incident with the crocodile man made Zheng Guo realize that the camp needed to be guarded.

The first thing that came to his mind was the trap, which could serve both protection and hunting.

But the materials are limited, and there is no way to make any traps that are too high-end.

Zheng Guo used vines, stones, branches, and bark fibers to make more than a dozen rope traps, which were distributed around the clearing at equal intervals.

As soon as an intruder steps in and pulls the noose, the noose will immediately tighten, and the elastic potential energy of the branches will be released, pulling the vines and dragging the prey into the air.

This is just a simple defense, and its effect is limited, and it will be difficult to encounter a relatively large beast like the crocodile man.

But he can't spend too much time here now, he needs to explore the island as soon as possible and find resources.

Only with sufficient resources can he have a better chance of surviving and then proceeding to a higher level of exploration.

Zheng Guo broke off a branch from a tree, cut off the excess branch with a stone knife, and cut it into a Qi Mei stick.

"I'm going to go to the strait between the North and South Peninsulas." Zheng Guo pointed to the middle of the two peninsulas on the map with a wooden stick, "It is a shallow sea area, and the resources should be much richer than on the land, and there is a greater chance of finding food there." ”

Zheng Guo tied the water bag around his waist and set off with a wooden stick.

"Pray to Lady Luck for me, and hopefully I'll have something to eat at noon."

……

……

Huaxia Yangcheng, the eastern suburbs.

Several shuttles hovered above a Japanese-style house, monitoring every move below.

Looking down from the driver's point of view, you can't help but be amazed at the sheer size of this residence.

Countless corridors are staggered, one courtyard after another is spaced out, and dozens of Japanese-style houses echo each other......

It covers an area of nearly fifty acres.

In the courtyard, many black figures can be seen, either standing still, like sculptures, or patrolling according to a fixed route, and behaving as accurately as a clock.

They guarded the safety of the residence day and night.

Is it an exaggeration? Not an exaggeration, because this residence belongs to Fujiwara Enterprises.

Sixty years ago, Tomoya Fujiwara immigrated to China and started from scratch.

Today, 60 years later, Fujiwara is internationally renowned.

This legendary figure is said to admire the grandson of a martial artist in Chinese history, so he gave himself the Chinese name Sun Zhi.

A few days ago, Tomoya Fujiwara died, and the heir, Keiaki Fujiwara, learned that his daughter was missing while arranging the funeral.

I searched for three days, but there were no clues.

……

one and interior in the back half of the residence.

"Still haven't found the shuttle?" Keiaki Fujiwara sat behind his desk and looked at the man in black in front of him expressionlessly.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Fujiwara Keiaki stood up, walked around to his desk, leaned against the edge of the desk, and remained silent.

It should not be a kidnapping, as no one has contacted them to demand ransom so far.

So did she run away without permission?

That sounds even more incredible than kidnapping.

His daughter, Fujiwara Masaki, received a strict elite education since she was a child, and was raised as the heir to the family business, and she has always obeyed her father's words and has never acted out of line.

To say that she ran away from home, Fujiwara Keiaki couldn't believe it.

But now all the facts point to this possibility, and he can't help but believe it.

Why? How dare she! Fujiwara Keiaki suppressed the anger in his heart.

He waved his hand and motioned for the man in black to go out.

The man in black bowed slightly, stepped back, and closed the sliding door with his hand.

Fujiwara Keiaki took a deep breath, opened the partition door, and entered the inner room.

The inner room is only twenty or thirty square meters, and it is very empty, with a low square table on a brown tatami mat and four cushions around it.

On the opposite wall, a circle is drawn, and in the circle is written in black pen and ink a large character - forbearance.

Round but not slippery, not sharp.

In his later years, Fujiwara Tomoya indulged in Chinese national arts, combined with Japanese ninjutsu, and created a new martial art, named "Ninja Dao". However, before he could further refine and popularize, he died of illness.

Fujiwara Keiaki looked at the words on the wall, his face pale.

There was originally a ninja knife hanging on this wall, which was an ancestral artifact of the Fujiwara family, but now it has disappeared with Fujiwara Masaki.