The old man smiled, "Shu Ya said, you like to use this guy." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info this time to upgrade you.,This kind of cartridge is loaded.,It's guaranteed to make you enjoyable.。 ”

At this time, the guns could not be exposed, they were all assembled in half and scattered into personal bags. With the guy, I feel a lot more settled and sleep peacefully.

When I woke up, it was not yet dawn, so I ate something and went out with my bag on my back. Lao Pan waited outside the door early, and we took advantage of the fact that there was still a trace of night to leave the village and walk towards the mountains.

The old man on the road has been looking for an opportunity to talk to Lao Pan, wanting to inquire about the situation in the mountains. Lao Pan may have developed the habit of not talking by hunting in the wild all year round, and most of the time it is the old man who is talking. After chatting for a while, the old man felt that Lao Pan was like a stuffy gourd, so he didn't say it anymore.

After walking left and right in the mountains for most of the day, I was already scattered, leaning against a tree and gasping. Lao Pan asked me to get up, "I can't rest here, I'll take you away if I come out at night." "Walked up to me and reached out and pulled me up. But as soon as he pulled my hand, it hurt, and I didn't know what was pricked, and I was shocked when I saw Lao Pan's hand, which can be said to be no longer a human hand. The whole palm and the back of the hand are full of calluses, very rough, and there is no good place. Touching his hand is like holding a hedgehog.

I asked Lao Pan why his hands were like this, and Lao Pan kept his mouth shut and didn't speak. The old man whispered to me, "Where did you find this old guy, it's not easy. Do you know how his hands are like this?" I asked curiously, "isn't it just calluses?

The old man said, "Even if you have these hands, you will never be like that in your life, it has something to do with his profession." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, isn't he just a hunter? But the probability of encountering an unusual one is too small.

The old man frowned and said, "I've heard a saying that when you touch some strange things all year round, your hands are corroded, and a very thick layer of cocoon skin slowly forms. I'm not sure if that's the case right now, but if he's someone who does that kind of work, it's certainly not that simple. And what he touches is also weird. ”

As soon as I heard this, my heart began to pay attention, and I stared at him a few times from time to time. But Lao Pan still walked in front by himself, and he didn't speak or communicate with us.

I whispered to the old man, "Does that old Pan smell of earth?" The old man glanced at the old Pan in front of him, "Does it smell earthy, but I smell a little strange fishy." ”

"There's a blind man's hole in front where we can rest at night. But you can't go inside, you can only sleep near the entrance of the cave, and you can not keep vigil at night, and nothing dares to go over. Lao Pan pointed to a mountain not far away, and I stepped on my feet to see, there was still a lot of distance.

Lao Pan should have walked this road often, never looking at the terrain to distinguish the direction, just keeping his head down and shuttling through the forest. And we have a very good command of speed, and I reckon he can be among the best hunters in the mountains.

In the evening, we came to a cave like a stone crevice. The cave was dim and dark, and nothing could be seen.

Pan picked up dead branches from nearby and lit a bonfire at the entrance of the cave. And out of nowhere, he got a rabbit and roasted it on the fire.

"Lao Pan, don't the people who come out with you need to bring dry food? Brother Qiang gnawed on a rabbit leg and gobbled it up on compressed biscuits. Lao Pan lit a bag of cigarettes and took two puffs, "It's luck, I met a blind one, otherwise there would be so many rabbits." It's that easy to hunt. ”

I asked him, "How many years have you been doing this hunting business?" and Lao Pan counted the days with his fingers, "It must have been almost forty years." ”

Brother Qiang went to pee outside the cave, and came back and asked Lao Pan, "Why can't you go in this cave? ”

Lao Pan's face changed, "If you can't enter, you can't enter, where is there so much, why, if you want to enter, I won't stop you, and I don't care if something happens." After Lao Pan finished speaking, he sat there angrily and stopped talking.

Brother Qiang smiled and leaned over, "We don't want to offend your taboo, if it's not easy to say, forget it, it's just a curiosity to inquire, you look at you, it's not good to have a cold face." As he spoke, Brother Qiang took out a small bottle of liquor from his body, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Lao Pan.

I've found a pattern that at least half of the people who do physical work like to drink. My guess is that alcohol can paralyze the nerves, dull people's pain sensations, etc., and make them feel less tired. This Lao Pan seems to be also drinking, and at this time, he is very tired after a day of walking, and his mood will be soothed a little after drinking two sips.

I was listening to Brother Qiang chatting with him, and when I turned my head and found that the old man was gone, Cong Shuya on the side hurriedly made a silent gesture for me, and then pointed my finger in the cave.

I guess so, when you go to a place to sleep, you have to explore your surroundings, especially in this kind of cave. The more Lao Pan is not allowed to enter, the more the old man will go in to explore the situation.

I felt bored, so I laid the sleeping bag on the side of the stone, and Cong Shuya dragged someone over, and we talked half-lying. Do I look outside the cave, Brother Qiang doesn't know how happy he chatted with Lao Pan, laughed a few times for a while, and quietly bit his ears with a common secret for a while.

After about half an hour, the old man came out of the cave, spread his sleeping bag next to me without saying a word, and began to sleep. I wanted to ask him something, but Cong Shuya stopped me and didn't ask. I thought to myself, if there was anything important in it, it would definitely tell me or remind us of it.

Brother Qiang and the two are still talking outside, and we are already asleep. I looked at my watch, it was only seven o'clock, and it was just getting dark. I thought it would be better to get more sleep, because it would take days to make such a long journey.

When I was sleeping groggily, someone tiptoed over next to me, probably because the black light blinded me and couldn't see clearly, and one foot was mixed on my sleeping bag.

I scolded indiscriminately and continued to sleep, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was wrong, there was still a little footsteps before, why did I scold a footstep and it was gone. I opened my eyes and looked around, the moon in the sky was not very bright, but I could vaguely see human figures.

Brother Qiang, who slept not far from me, had an empty sleeping bag and didn't know where to go. I glanced at Lao Pan again, and he was not there. I thought to myself, these two have become good friends so soon? Did they go outside to release water together, and I glanced out a few times casually, but I didn't see anyone.

I was so sleepy that I was going to continue sleeping, but suddenly a shadow flew over me from outside the cave. I was half awake and shook my head to make sure I was right. Grabbed a flashlight from the bag on the side and a few glow sticks and tiptoed out of the cave.

The majestic breeze outside the cave was accompanied by coolness, and I shivered. This night is dark and windy, it is really possible that I am wrong.

I turned around and walked to Brother Qiang's sleeping bag, and half of the sleeping bag was exposed, it was black, and I reached out to see what it was. When I touched the ice, it turned out to be a gun. I thought that Brother Qiang was careful enough, put the gun in the bed, and was not afraid of going out of the fire in the middle of the night to destroy his little brother.

Walking to my sleeping bag, I was going to lie down and continue to sleep, but Brother Qiang estimated that he ran to a corner and squatted down. But I didn't lie down before I felt that something was wrong, Brother Qiang's sleeping bag was cold and cold, and it seemed that he had been out for a while.

Lao Pan did not bring a sleeping bag, but a very heavy futon, that is, the kind that sewed up the two sides of a quilt into a tube, and people got into it. Although this kind of quilt is troublesome and difficult to carry, it is enough for hunting.

I reached into my hand, and it was as cold as it was. It stands to reason that this quilt has better heat retention, and you can feel the temperature even if you go out for 20 minutes. It seems that Lao Pan has been out for a long time, and Brother Qiang has been out for a while.

I wanted to call the old man up, but I felt that I was making a fuss, if the two of them really went out to urinate, it would not be good to make an oolong and delay others to rest.

But I was still not at ease, so I tiptoed to the cave. Some distance in front of the entrance of the cave is a strange rock, and in the distance is a dense forest, which looks dark and gloomy at night.

Maybe it's the atmosphere, those strange rocks don't feel anything during the day, and they always reveal a trace of weirdness at night. I turned on my flashlight and shone it on the rocks.

As soon as the flashlight was turned on, a strange thing jumped out from behind a strange rock and ran to the side, and disappeared in a flash. I wondered if there was some beast hiding around and waiting for an opportunity. But as soon as the thing ran out of the strange rock, I turned and ran to the other side, and I walked forward with my flashlight, hoping to find a clue about the strange thing.

I called Brother Qiang softly, but no one answered me. I walked to the location where Brother Qiang peed during the day, and shone a flashlight on it, except for strange rocks and strange stones. I wondered if Brother Qiang was squatting in that corner, so I shouted again, but there was still no response.

It stands to reason that Brother Qiang would never be so reckless and run around alone, there must be something wrong with going out for so long.

I felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it, I decided to go back and take a look first, if Brother Qiang hadn't come back yet, then I really had to call the old man to discuss it.

As soon as I turned around, a voice came from behind me. It's like the kind of high-pitched chirp that comes out of the mouth. I was startled, and quickly turned around and shone around with a flashlight, but there was still nothing. There was a chirp again from the strange rock, not loud, but very clear.

I took a few more steps, and I felt the sound coming from under the stone in front of me. "Brother Qiang, is that you?" I asked softly, I felt my voice was clear enough behind the stone. But I still miscalculated, behind the boulder farther away, there was a sharp chirp again, and I was a little annoyed, "Brother Qiang, if it's you, I'll be annoyed if I play again." ”

But the back of the boulder became silent again, and I snatched a few steps to take a picture behind the stone, and there was not even a human hair.