Early in the foggy morning, I went to the river outside the island forest to wash.

After washing my face, I noticed that the camp they had set up last night was not far from the woods. A few lonely tents were quietly placed on the edge of the woods, but for some reason, they seemed very deserted.

Several tents in the thick fog quietly looked very eerie, probably because of the hazy white mist, which made the dome tents in the silent camp look like ghostly cemeteries.

There were no people moving around the camp, and I said to myself: Isn't it too early, Scarface and they are still sleeping, so the camp is so unusually quiet?

However, Scarface was too relieved for them, and they didn't even arrange a sentry!

I put on my shoes and socks and walked slowly to Scarface's camp tent.

In the distance, I saw a black thing lying in the middle of the misty camp, which seemed to be lying motionless. I subconsciously touched my waist and found that King Kong had forgotten on the hammock. Now I can only bend over and approach step by step.

When I approached a tent, the black shadow in the mist, as if sending me down, immediately turned vigilantly. I also immediately made defensive moves, only to suddenly find that the black shadow was actually a smoking man squatting on the ground.

When I realized that the shadow was a smoker, I straightened up and walked around a low tent towards the center of the camp.

The cigarette man squatted quietly on the ground, as if to check something, and saw me coming. He didn't get up either, but pointed to the ground for me to see.

The dense fog gradually dissipated. The warm sun shines on the earth. I saw a few black feathers scattered on the ground where the smoker man had shown me. He squatted down curiously, picked up a black feather with his hand, and took it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully. The ink-dyed black feathers glow blue, the stems are not long or hard, the jade pieces are also very soft, and the fluffy secondary feathers are supposed to be the feathers of small birds.

But I don't understand why the cigarette man made me see these feathers. Swampy wetlands. Everywhere there are all kinds of beautiful birds, soaring all over the sky, and playing all over the place. It is not surprising that there are a few black feathers scattered in Scarface's camp. Moreover, Scarface is a poacher who dry catches rare birds, and it is not surprising that there are feathers of birds in his camp.

But the smoke man's face and expression. Obviously didn't think so, or he wouldn't have mysteriously let me hang up. I took the black feather in my hand and said to myself, "Is there something wrong with this black feather?"

I looked at it over and over again for a long time. Still not aware of the anomaly of the black feathers, he stood up and began to look around. I immediately noticed something strange.

It stands to reason that the cigarette man and I have been squatting in a camp with only a few tents for a long time, and someone should come out. Even though they were all asleep, no one got up. But at least the two of us should be able to hear Scarface and the others snore soundly. But inside Scarface's camp. But it was lifeless, without the slightest sound, and even a little quiet.

When I noticed that something was wrong, I turned around and glanced at the cigarette man, then bent down, and asked softly with my hands against a nearby tent, "Is there anyone, is there anyone?" ”

As a result, there was silence around me, and I didn't hear any answer, so I immediately turned up the volume and shouted loudly, "Is there anyone who comes out to answer?" ”

Suddenly, I heard a loud voice behind me, "What are you doing?" ”

I didn't expect anyone to come behind me at all, so I immediately turned around in surprise and looked back, and found that it was a fat man and others. They looked at the slightly sneaky Smokeman and me in the Scarface camp with puzzled expressions.

I said to the fat man very unceremoniously, "What are you shouting?" I was taken aback. ”

The fat man slid down the slope of the woods, came to the front of the camp, and asked me, "What are you doing sneakily in someone else's camp early in the morning?" Is it trying to steal? ”

I glared at the fat man angrily, then turned around and slowly pulled the tent in front of me open.

The fat man and I were arguing so loudly that it was impossible for none of the people in the Scarface camp to hear it. None of them came out of such a big movement, so it can be seen that there should be no one in the camp now.

Unzipping the top of the low tent, I found that it was empty, and there was no one inside.

The man also opened the other tents, and found that there were no half people inside.

I found that the tent was covered with windproof lamps, equipment and backpacks were piled up in the innermost corners, and the floor was covered with moisture-proof plastic sheeting, but there were no sleeping bags or bedding or other sleeping utensils. In the camp, there are no obvious signs of going out at all, because in the other tents, the guns and ammunition used for hunting are erected and placed on top of the backpacks. It can be seen that Scarface didn't leave the camp to go hunting.

There were strange anomalies everywhere inside and outside Scarface's camp, which made me feel a little chill down my spine.

The fat man looked disapproving, "They all went out early in the morning." ”

I looked at the empty camp and said to the fat man, "What do you think they are doing when they all go out so early?" ”

The fat man said indifferently, "I'm out hunting." ”

I pointed to the shotgun inside the tent and said, "You don't need a gun to hunt." ”

When the fat man heard this, he couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while, so he was silent. I couldn't help but look at the others, meaning to ask them what they thought.

There was no figure of Duan Erye in the crowd, and Zha Laoqi calmly looked at the clear water, looking indifferent beyond the Three Realms and not in reincarnation; Zha Ling'er bent over playing with the feathers on the ground, looking like a heartless naughty boy, and didn't care how Scarface and the others could disappear overnight inexplicably; And the six young people who were surrounded by his subordinates, with a posture that had nothing to do with themselves, were hanging high, and were turning around with sleepy eyes and preparing to go back to sleep, and also told his subordinates to remember to wake him up when he had breakfast.

Scarface's camp was so empty and weird, why everyone seemed to be blind and didn't care. Only I know that it is not that I was born with unfounded worries, but that an unknown calamity has quietly come. This sense of crisis has become more sensitive and accurate since I walked through the treacherous Kunlun Mountain. I felt that the smoke man had shown me the black feathers, and that he had already noticed something unusual, so I looked at him tentatively. Finding him still frowning, I knew he was thinking the same thing as me, but just didn't know what was going on. Because there are few clues that can be used to speculate nowadays, it is difficult to know what happened to the disappeared Scarface people. It was no longer advisable to stay here, so I immediately said to everyone, "Leave camp and set off." ”

As soon as the words fell, it caused a lot of complaints.

But I think that the island forest has become a place of right and wrong, and I can't linger anymore.

The fat man was very unhappy and shouted that he was hungry, and he had to start his journey before he had eaten breakfast.

I had to comfort him and say, "In a little while, when the river is deep, you can catch fish and eat." ”

As soon as the fat man heard that he could catch fish and open meat, he walked away happily. As a result, he didn't take a few steps before he ran to me in a hurry, first glanced at the scar-faced camp, and then said to me: "Lao Zheng, did you say that they had an accident?" These things are put here, what a pity, I don't think so"

The fat man's meaning couldn't be more obvious, he wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob and take the sheep by the hand. I looked at the guns and ammunition in the camp, and I couldn't help but feel a little moved. But out of morality, I said to the fat man, "Didn't you get a double-barreled shotgun last night, why do you still want a weapon?" ”

The fat man bared his teeth and said to me: "How can there be any reason to dislike the fact that there are too many self-defense weapons." Besides, aren't there many people in our team who don't have weapons? ”

At this time, the thin monkey also jumped out of nowhere, supporting the fat man's Jianyi, shouting that he wanted a weapon to defend himself.

I also wanted to take the opportunity to get some hot weapons to defend myself, so I said to the fat man: "Then we will take half of it and keep half for others." ”

The fat man immediately said to me happily, "Well, we're not the kind of people who are insatiable. After speaking, he took out all the weapons and ammunition in the tent with bright eyes, picked out a few of the best shotguns and handed them to the monkey, as well as the three brothers of the smoke man, and then began to collect the ammunition unscrupulously.

I watched the fat man unceremoniously sweep away the ammunition, and said in my heart: The ammunition is not left for others, what is the use of just leaving a few broken guns, it is better to burn the stick. However, even if you take all the ammo away, it's not much. Because after Scarface hunted, there wasn't much ammunition left.

The team didn't eat breakfast, so they hurriedly began to rush forward. I couldn't stay in this island forest any longer, and ever since I saw Scarface disappear inexplicably, I felt an inexplicable fear from all directions, as if a youkai would suddenly rush out.

However, the outside of the island forest, wading through the river, is still an island forest.

Countless island-like forests that look like isolated islands are connected horizontally and vertically, boundless.

The midday sun rises, and the island is so hot that the shade of the trees does not provide shade at all. The clothes of the people who walked forward were soaked with sweat.

As lunch time approached, a small shallow lake that looked like a pond appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and very beautiful flowers bloomed on it.

The scenic area near the shallow lake is the best place to rest and eat, so you can relieve your depressed mood before continuing on your way.

Everyone sat panting on the wet grass, looking tired.

Although my orders in the morning were somewhat arbitrary, I felt that it was necessary, and the safety of personnel was always my first priority. As a leader of a team, you have to have some courage to act arbitrarily, and that's something I've only recently learned. (To be continued......)