Bei Bat wanted to ask for some details, but he suddenly felt a strange discomfort, if he had to describe it, his chest and abdomen were hot and painful as if they were on fire.

"Am I hungry?" Bei Bat said in disbelief, he had eaten bread only two or three hours ago, why was he hungry again so quickly?

Batman had already walked back to the campfire and began to handle the pheasants with Schiller's work, and as he shed his hair with boiling water, he said, "Our absorption capacity seems to have decreased, and the blood sugar response from hunger has come faster, and once you feel hungry, you must replenish your strength immediately, otherwise your physical strength will be weakened even more." ”

He even felt dizzy in the few seconds he had walked back to the campfire, and at the same time a terrible appetite had risen, and he felt that he could even eat the charcoal in front of him.

Batman has never suffered from this kind of hunger, or rather, it is not starvation, it is more like an irresistible negative buff imposed on his body, which is difficult to completely exempt through willpower.

Bei Bat felt his fingertips tremble, and he knew that his blood sugar level was not optimistic, so he had to grab a sandwich from the pile of fast food and shove it into his mouth.

After eating a sandwich and a hot dog bread, Bei Bat tried his best to restrain himself from stopping, firstly, because he knew that from the speed of hunger, this bit of fast food was definitely not enough, and he had to leave some food for others, and on the other hand, he knew that the blood sugar could not be raised too quickly, otherwise he would not know what moths were waiting for him.

Thankfully, the horrible dizziness had disappeared as his blood sugar had risen and Batman had already chopped the chicken with the axe he had brought back from the hut and tossed them into the picnic pot.

This group of college students' camping props are quite complete, but unfortunately it is a bit flashy, the shape of the pot is very camping style, the whole body is silver stainless steel, the problem is narrow and deep, you need to add a lot of water, and the wall of the pot is too thick, the thermal conductivity is not good, and the boiling water has to be boiled for half a day.

The pheasant was not big enough for four people to eat, so they decided that the injured Natasha and the main force Batman would eat hot food, and Bei Bat and Schiller would eat quick food.

Half of that big bag of convenience store food was now left, and at the rate of their hunger, it would be enough for them to survive a night, but only if they didn't exercise too hard.

If there is a chase in the woods, you will definitely be hungry and panic when you return to the camp, and if you can't replenish your food and physical strength in time, you will die in the next chase.

And one night is enough time for the killer to launch ten chases.

"I'll go hunting later." Bei Bat opened his mouth and said: "There should be a rabbit nest around here, and you don't need any tools to dig a rabbit hole, just a little luck." ”

"We need a lot of fat, and most of the creatures living here can't provide the meat we need, given the climate and geomorphology." Batman pondered and said, "And if the other party is physically strong, fighting for strength becomes the worst option." ”

"Where's the trap?" Schiller asked.

"Traps aren't a good choice." Natasha shook her head and said, "It's very likely to block our own escape routes, sometimes by a fraction of a second. ”

"It sounds ridiculous, but in fact, the best way is to separate and escape, anyway, there is only one person on the other side, and only one can be chased at the same time, and the remaining few people will have enough time to hide, as long as they stay up until dawn."

Bei Bat said the most sensible solution, but quickly changed the tone and said, "But I don't think we need to do this when we have two Batmans on the team, maybe we can find a way to make him think we're going to do it." ”

Everyone looked at him, and Bei Bat thought for a while and said, "Since Natasha has been seen by him and wounded by his own hands, then when night comes, we will scatter and flee, and the most likely target he chooses is Natasha, because the wounded prey is easier to kill, it is the hunter's instinct." ”

"Once he hunts Natasha, we can predict his course of action, lay a trap and kill with one hit, which should be the most effective way to do it."

To Bei Ba's surprise, the other three did not raise any objections to his plan to let the lady be the bait.

It's understandable that Batman doesn't have an opinion, after all, every Batman knows that any plan is risky, and although they prefer to let the risk fall on their head, they are also confident in the thoroughness of their plan and don't feel like they are risking their teammates.

Natasha doesn't object, it's easy to understand, she's a Russian woman, and she looks like a tough one, and she probably wants to fight head-on more than anyone else.

But the doctor, who seemed to be very gentle, was silent, and couldn't help but make Bei Bat look up to him, because in a classic horror movie, once such a plan is proposed, a teammate in the image of the Virgin will inevitably stand up against it.

Schiller is clearly the teammate who fits this image the most.

On the one hand, he is a doctor, and although Bei Bat cannot say with great certainty that every doctor is a doctor, their risk aversion index is much higher than that of a normal profession, and on the other hand, Schiller does not look like a combat officer in terms of appearance and temperament, while the risk aversion index of logistics personnel is even higher.

"I believe in Batman's plan." Schiller nodded and said, "You always come up with good plans, and they are executed perfectly, so unless I can come up with a better plan than yours, I will not object." ”

Bei Bat began to understand why he was able to join Batman's professional team.

In this way, after dinner, several people began to set traps, and while the sky was still bright, they dug a small pit with a tool shovel in a place where the trees were relatively sparse.

Of course, the deep pit disguised with fallen leaves in cartoons is simply impossible to achieve in reality.

Anyone who has ever dug a grave knows that it is difficult to dig a pit in which one can lie horizontally, and it is not much easier to dig a pit downward that makes it impossible for one to stand and jump out.

So this pit is only used to trip the killer, it takes the shape of a gentle slope, and then leaves a dirt wall to rise sharply, in order to jam the killer's feet and make him fall forward.

The tripwire was then taken out of the hut, but not to restrain the killer, it was attached to a spring-loaded device that pressed down once the trap was triggered, allowing the killer to remain prostrate on the ground for a few more seconds, unable to get up.

And then of course, it's not a fundamentally stable weapon like a spike trap, there is only one weapon that Batman will believe, and that is himself, so there will be a Batman ambushed in a tree to give a killer a fatal blow.

This plan seems risky, but in fact, whether it is a trap or a tripwire, it is already a multiple insurance means for Batman, if it is not for the weakening of physical fitness, if prepared, the two Batmen can toughen any creature, even Godzilla.

So the success rate of this plan is still relatively guaranteed, Natasha only needs to run towards this side at the moment when the killer appears, and then smoothly cross the trap - this trap is not dangerous for Natasha, because the size of the feet of the two is different, Natasha only needs to take a big step to raise her legs, so that she will not be stuck in the trap and trip.

Late at night, several people sat around the flames of the burning bonfire, waiting for a possible life-and-death struggle.

The jungle at night is quiet and noisy, and there is no artificial noise, but the sounds of nature come and go, and the ensemble of rustling leaves in the wind, insects, nocturnal animals, and crawling sounds is a nocturne that even a composer could not write.

It's dawn, and tonight is Christmas Eve.

There was no surprise on anyone's face, and Bei Ba, who had been sitting and watching the campfire all night, sighed.

In order to peep inside the house before, his mask had been taken off, and at this moment, his thin lips were pursed, revealing a helpless smile, and said, "I was tricked, right?" ”

The others also stood up and moved their limbs that had been stiff all night, and then they took nothing with them and walked towards the bus stop where they came.

Natasha patted the fallen leaves stuck to her pants and said, "When did you find out?" The Great Detective? ”

"My instincts told me something wasn't right, but it wasn't until I went to the Orion Lodge to investigate that I confirmed my suspicion that someone was acting."

"Oh? What makes you affirm this? Schiller asked with a smile.

"The size of the furniture in the house."

Bei Bat's eyes flashed back to all the furniture he had seen in Orion's Hut, starting with the sofa, which was a very normal, unremarkable leather sofa.

It can be seen that the skeleton is not made by himself, but the owner of the sofa is likely to have changed the skin for it, but the problem is in the size.

The footprints that Bei Bat saw by the river showed that the skeleton of this murderer was large, at least 2.2 meters tall, and he couldn't leave such deep footprints if he weighed less than 300 pounds.

Think about it, how can a strong man who is more than two meters tall and weighs three or four hundred pounds use a sofa that is very ordinary in the eyes of ordinary people, I'm afraid he can't squeeze in, right?

If the sofa can still be used, the size of the bed is even more puzzling, the bed that is placed in the bedroom is at most two meters, and a monster with such a large skeleton only sleeps in a two-meter bed, I'm afraid that half of the calves are on the outside, right?

And it's not a finished bed sold in a store, but a bed linen placed on a wooden shelf built by hand, since you can make your own bed, why not make a bigger one for yourself?

This is an obvious inconsistency.

"So which of these two do you think is fake?" Schiller asked again.

"Footprints, of course." Bei Bat said with great certainty.

"But as you said, the footprints look like they were left a few days ago, and we didn't even come here a few days ago."

Bei Bin paused slightly, turned his head to look back at Schiller and said, "This shows that there is more than one director in this scene." ”