When he woke up, Hodge's head was so heavy that he felt like his neck was about to lose his head, and his blurred vision gradually cleared, and he looked up to see the scene around him, which was under the canopy of a large camphor tree in the dense forest, and he was sitting on the ground with his back against the rough bark bumps.

Something isn't right...... He remembered that he must have walked into a cave before he fell unconscious, and there was a fire in the cave, and there was a - who seemed to be? I don't remember exactly, but it wasn't in the snow, why did he wake up here?

Grunt, grunt, grunt.

He frowned as he struggled to find the source of the sound as small voices rang out.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the field of vision, it was the head of a wolf, its eyes glowed slightly red, and it could be seen that its fur was relatively dull, and the size of the head was smaller than that of a normal wolf.

It was prostrate on his chest just now, so he didn't find out about its existence in the first place, but this little wolf had obviously been killed by him, and he even remembered that he finally carried the corpse of this little wolf on his back and groped for a place to avoid the snow in the camphor forest, but now this little wolf is alive, why.

He saw that the little wolf's nostrils were constantly exhaling outward, and several white mist were forming in the air, his mouth was open, his sharp fangs were exposed in his vision, there seemed to be some kind of fleshy tissue left in the gaps between the teeth, and the fur of his jaw was stained with dark red blood.

The little wolf's eyes were meeting him, and he suddenly grinned, opened his teeth and spoke human words.

"Finally found you. ”

As the wolf spoke human language in an eerie way, Hodge only felt that every inch of his skin began to become unpleasant, as if he had suddenly come into contact with allergies, and quickly developed goosebumps, and an indescribable sense of absurdity filled his mind.

The wolf smiled happily, the tissue between his teeth snapped and fell, and Hodge moved his gaze along the trajectory of the falling meat.

Down, down.

Until you see pieces of meat falling on thick snow.

But the wolf was standing on his chest......

In the position of his chest, a large blurry hole was revealed, and all the lungs, kidneys and other organs in it were hollowed out, leaving only Bai Sensen's ribs and his heart still beating.

The lump of meat between the little wolf's teeth...... It's mine.

"You—it smells so good. ”

The little wolf drooled viscous saliva, lowered his head again, and rubbed his head sideways on his white ribs affectionately.

Then, a stabbing bit into his heart, dark red blood oozing through the sharp teeth......

The color of the blood was terrifyingly dim.

......

"Hah...... Hah!"

Hodge woke up sweating profusely, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked at the position of his chest.

There was no big hole in the ribs exposed, but several layers of white gauze were wrapped in the abdomen, which was pierced by the long claws of the little wolf in the process of fighting the mutants, which did not hurt the heart and lungs, but directly formed a penetrating wound, and lost a lot of blood, he only barely stopped the bleeding at that time, and did not have time to bandage, obviously this was someone else for him, he could vaguely feel that the skin at the wound had been stitched up, and the slightest coolness represented the application of ointment.

He lifted the white veil a little and looked at it, the wound was not treated beautifully, whether it was the slightly messy thread that sutured the wound or the ointment showing a lack of pure color, it could be seen that the handler was not particularly good at such things, but it was indeed effective in stopping the further deterioration of the wound for him.

Footsteps.

He heard the sound with his ears, and instinctively made him bend his legs and try to take out the knife in his boot, but the touch of reaching into the boot indicated that there was nothing placed there, and it was empty.

"Awake?"

The owner of the footsteps approached, carrying a dull fur in his hand, and he could vaguely distinguish that it belonged to the little wolf he was carrying away.

He saw the face of the visitor clearly, the short pale blonde hair curled slightly, wearing a straight outfit, in terms of the standard and fabric of the coat, it should be quite expensive clothing, the chest was flat, the whole person stood straight, and the footsteps that walked in just now were also quite upright and untwisted, and anyone who saw it would feel that this young man was impeccable except for a slightly thin figure.

Hodge knew otherwise, and although his head was a little dazed, he remembered what he had seen before he fell unconscious, and he saw a woman with a similar face to the young man wrapping a cloth around her chest...... No, he shouldn't say that, he was eighty percent sure that the woman was the young man in front of him.

The young man looked down at his movements, saw him put his hand into his boots, and asked, "Are you looking for this?"

He pulled out a knife from behind his back, the same knife Hodge had used since he was a child.

He said: "When you were unconscious, this knife happened to fall out of your boots, just so that I could deal with the wolf you were carrying, the blade was too thin, fortunately the wolf was not large, otherwise I really don't know how to peel off the skin, just went out and simply treated the lower fur with snow and soil particles, give." ”

He handed the wolf skin to Hodge.

Rubbing the little wolf's fur with his fingers, the touch feedback is a little hard, but it's still quite warm.

"Thank you for saving me. His strength had not yet fully recovered, so he could only support his body with his hands and nod his head to the young man in thanks.

"You do have to thank me, I was in the middle of the fire in the cave, and you staggered past me with the corpse of a wolf on your back covered in blood, and it really scared me, and if you hadn't passed out, maybe I would have pulled out the charcoal and gave you two sticks. ”

"How could you be so badly injured and still running around in the woods, who are you?"

Hodge chose to conceal the facts, it seemed that the young man in front of him was not necessarily the garrison of Stone Fort entering the dense forest, or the surrounding villagers, or the travelers who had traveled far away, in short, the less they knew, the better it was for them than to be terrified and uneasy by the terrible facts.

"Harlow, a hunter from a nearby village, went into the woods to hunt and didn't expect to run into this wolf, although it was small, but it was so aggressive that I almost suffered a big loss. ”

He casually fabricated a false identity for himself and asked the young man, "What about you?"

"Leiden ......"

Hodge frowned, it was clearly a male name: "This ...... Miss, are you sure it's really called that?"

There were several glances in the young man's eyes, and one of them even made Hodge feel dangerous.

"Turns out you remember what happened before you fell unconscious. ”

Youth, no, more androgynous, more androgynous-looking woman shrugged her shoulders, "Well, actually, my name is Luisa." ”

"Louisa?" Hodge always felt that the tone in which she said the name was too casual, and he had to wonder if she might have the same mind as herself, hiding her true identity.

"Why would you dress up as a man?"

"I'm here to visit relatives in Stone Fort, and you should understand how messy those remote paths are except for the pipes, and it's much more convenient to dress up as a man alone than a woman. ”

It's a reasonable statement, and the demeanor is natural and the narrative is smooth.

Hodge thought about it, but still made his own judgment.

"Psychology. ”

He shouted, and the long-lost dice were held in his hand again, and they whirled in the air to roll the final point.

"Psychology: 60/79 (Success)"

[The other party's demeanor is natural, and her eyes are not evasive, not like she is lying at all, but your keen intuition still tells you that she may be hiding some kind of truth that you are not aware of]

[Note: More information and accurate judgment require a separate psychological decision]

Hodge frowned and rolled the dice again.

"Psychology: 95/2 (Failure)"