Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 561 Raising the Butcher Knife

Under the firelight, the rabbit's fur was orange-red, and the rabbit's body disappeared from the waist down, leaving only half of it.

It looks no different from other rabbits, except that it looks a little stiff and shriveled after the blood dries. The reason is also very simple, and Bosen has air-dried it.

It is July now, if it is not dried in the sun, it is very easy to attract flies, and eggs may be left in less than half a day, and it will start to smell and maggots in less than a day, so it is still edible.

As a hunter, the easiest way to prevent this from happening is to get rid of the moisture.

The moisture content of food directly affects the survival of microorganisms. The lower the moisture content, the harder it is for microorganisms to grow and reproduce. Without moisture, it is not easy to deteriorate.

Air-drying and sun-drying, with proper handling, can both extend the shelf life to over a month.

"Is the feeling true or false?"

The bonfires piled up in the shape of a pointed tent are entangled with fire snakes, illuminating a radius of about one meter.

Bi Fang soaked the rabbit in water to soften it, then peeled off the skin, and searched carefully under the firelight, but found nothing abnormal, but he did not breathe a sigh of relief, but continued to check.

The development of modern technology is actually far beyond the imagination of many people. If you know about animal protection, you may know about an implanted animal chip called AVID.

Shockingly small, the chip fits inside a tiny, smooth, non-rejecting glass, inside a hypodermic needle.

After injection into the animal body, some in-depth understanding can be carried out without affecting the animal, which is of great help in monitoring and mastering the state of the animal.

This is still an invention of the last century, and a patent was applied for in the early 1990s.

Later, there is a more common RFID technology, radio frequency identification, which can be directly used on pets to help track and retrieve them.

Animal husbandry uses microchips to record animal information. Zoologists implant microchips in wild animals such as fish and birds for scientific research, and implant microchips in pets to prevent pets from getting lost.

Attenborough often uses it. As long as a special gun is used to inject an injection into a wild animal, all the information can be grasped without anesthesia. The heart rate, location, and body temperature can all be grasped through the power supply of bioelectricity without additional batteries.

And it penetrates deep into the cortex, so it will not be easily excreted from the body.

"Generally we use it most on lions or tigers. People like to watch them the most. However, due to bioelectricity, the signal does not always exist. It can be sent about once an hour. If the distance is too far, it will be sent at this time." extend."

These are the words of Attenborough.

This is what Bi Fang needs to be on guard against. If he is caught now and knows what he is doing every night, the impatient Japanese government may directly deport him.

But Bi Fang couldn't find it after searching for a long time. He put the rabbit down, still wondering: "I'm really thinking too much? Is it just hostility between competitors?"

Having experienced a lot, Bi Fang is very concerned about some intuitive things.

Although the ultra-microchip is extremely small, it is also close to the size of a grain of rice. If it really exists, the other party will not worry about suddenly eating it when they eat it?

Tossing and turning, it seems to be a very ordinary rabbit.

Because it was a suspicion and there was no substantive evidence, Bi Fang did not tell others to avoid misunderstanding. Otherwise, if someone asked, why did he think there was a problem? How should he answer?

Are you saying you just have a problem?

To be clear, he didn't throw the rabbit away either.

Otherwise, you can just throw it away. Whether it is a fan or someone else, you can just say that you ate it when you ask. Anyway, if the other party didn't do anything, they wouldn't know. If they did something, they would expose themselves.

After touching it for a long time, it seems that it is just an ordinary rabbit.

After being dazed for a while, Bi Fang threw the rabbit and its meat into the fire pit, and gradually, a burnt smell spread out.

After it was completely reduced to a pile of coke, Bi Fang patted his butt, extinguished the bonfire, and moved his position.

half an hour later.

A footprint landed on the place where Bi Fang had been sitting, and his boots crushed the dry granular soil into powder.

The torch shone sideways on Bosen's old face, and light and dark intertwined. His tall nose cast a shadow. One of his eyes was hidden in the shadow, and the other was indifferent and expressionless.

Carrying the crossbow, Bosen dug up the filled soil, and skillfully stuck a handful of wet charcoal ash. He wanted to judge the time when the other party left, but suddenly realized something was wrong, and smelled the clay in his hand. Transient: "Shit, it's urine!"

In order to prevent forest fires, Bi Fang always turned off the fire first, then watered, or watered and turned off the fire, and finally filled with soil.

Lowering the temperature, isolating oxygen, blocking flammable materials, and restoring the environment are his regular procedures.

Before leaving, Bi Fang happened to feel like peeing, so he decided to do it together, not on purpose.

As a professional hunter, it is common to say hello to shit, Bosen shook his hands and cursed secretly.

He washed his hands with water from a kettle, turned over the scorched earth with a small shovel, and managed to find the charred rabbit.

Baked so crispy that it has bonded to the surrounding firewood.

"Didn't you eat? So cautious? Or do you already have doubts?" Bosen asked three times, and then began to doubt himself, "It shouldn't be."

Who would doubt a weak, pitiful and helpless old man?

The two parties have never met, and they have not exposed themselves at all.

Berson groped the gray stubble, feeling a little tricky.

The meeting between the two parties was completely an accident, and he never expected to meet Bi Fang in order to earn some extra money.

Thinking of the losses this guy had caused the company, Bosen felt that he had to solve some troubles.

He never expected that the other party was so wary of him, and immediately put on a posture of staying away when they first met, so Bosen could only send half a rabbit to ease the embarrassment.

I thought it was the hunter's natural vigilance, but looking at the half-burned rabbit, Bosen couldn't calm down.

He seldom shows up, Bi Fang should have no image of himself, why is this so?

Berson took out his mobile phone, and the flashing signal on it coincided with his own location.

This is the location sent half an hour ago, and there is still half an hour before the next reality.

Right now, Bosen is already debating whether to continue. If the other party is aware of his existence, then he must take all precautions and the success rate of the attack...

As an old hunter in his fifties, Bosen didn't feel that he was so great. Instead, he was cautious in every way. He has passed the age of blind arrogance. It has been said that he can live in this industry for so long and continue to do so. everything.

Everything he does is to increase the success rate as much as possible.

For this purpose the first three days of the competition can be devoted to making suitable parts and rapiers.

"Hey, let's talk again, let's see if there is a chance next time."

Bosen stood up from the ground with his legs up, held the torch, and returned along the same path.

As the grades get older, he already feels exhausted, and often doesn't want to lead the team.

There are many businesses in the company, including fur, pets, medicinal materials, meat, etc., but there is another reward that is equally rich.

That is to help people hunt.

There are always some rich people who like to play something different. They have a lot of money in their hands. They are tired of playing with women, drugs, and drugs, and they want something more exciting.

Like killing a lion with a crossbow bolt.

Driving an off-road vehicle on the African prairie, shooting crossbow arrows as powerful as bullets at the fleeing lions, piercing through them with one blow.

The sense of accomplishment in hunting is unparalleled.

But these tycoons are not interested in learning how to hunt. What they want is just a shot, enjoying the appearance of the creatures at the top of the food chain fleeing in front of their eyes.

They need an experienced guide, a competent bodyguard, and an outlaw who doesn't care about the law.

Such a hunt can often bring in hundreds of thousands of ugly knives.

Burson knows this well.

No one has more experience with polar bears, jaguars, Siberian tigers, Barbary lions, oh, the Barbary lions are extinct.

Berson tapped his head, ridiculed and confused, and finally disappeared into the forest.

In fact, Bi Fang guessed completely wrong. There was nothing wrong with the rabbit. It was not poisoned or tracked by a chip. It was just an ordinary rabbit.

The real problem is the drones given by the Japanese government.

But it's not collusion, each player's drone has a number, and it's not a big problem to play a little trick on it.

Bosen would never have imagined that there would be such a talent as beast intuition in the world. It only takes one meeting to make people suspicious.

even more unexpected

"So, there's something wrong with this guy?"

On the screen that no one can see, everything Bosen does secretly, until he finally leaves, is seen by someone.

Bi Fang was holding a small basket made of rattan, which was full of raspberries, which were big and sweet, and he was talking a lot, watching Bosen digging holes on the screen with great interest.

The only question is, who is this guy?

Sent by the Japanese government? Have they discovered their anomaly?

"It shouldn't be." Bi Fang swallowed a raspberry, feeling unbelievable.

If the Japanese government really finds itself, it just needs to be tough, completely take the initiative, and do these things secretly.

I deliberately found an old man to stare at me, or an old man from abroad?

Bi Fang was secretly worried.

On the other hand, Mugalen is also worried.

Japan is a country that likes to hold festivals very much. Most of the festivals are held once a year to celebrate the enshrined gods, seasons or historical events.

Some festivals even last for several days, the most famous being the Kanda Festival in Tokyo, the Tenjin Festival in Osaka, and the Gion Festival in Kyoto.

The Dolphin Hunting Festival is a small local festival, but every year before the start of the dolphin hunting season, it is also held to pray for a good harvest this year.

Similar to spring plowing to worship ancestors, it is a custom that has been handed down a long time ago.

This year's dolphin hunting festival has already begun. On the narrow beach of Dolphin Bay, a huge bonfire is burning. In the dark night, the smoke can still be clearly felt.

The fishermen in Taiji Town gathered around, pouring sake in turn, singing and dancing, celebrating that there will be a good harvest this year, which can be sold at a good price.

"I can't capture it, it's too far away." Mu Jiaren's eyebrows were worried, and there was only a large group of bright orange flames in the camera, which seemed to be closer, and there were plainclothes policemen all around.

These people shot their eyes everywhere, and Mugalen could tell something was wrong at a glance, and he didn't dare to approach it at all. In addition, he was a foreigner with a very different face, so it was even more obvious to go.

If it was Bi Fang, he might not be able to get in directly.

It's a pity that Bi Fang also has his own difficulties. Everyone in Taiji Town knows that there is an awesome black bear hunter near him. seen.

Mugalen sighed again, looked at the two surrounding mountains, and wondered if he could go there to find a better angle.

"Hey! Who's that over there! Hey, stop! Don't run!"

A flashlight suddenly hit behind Mugalen, leaving behind a long figure.

Mu Jialun trembled when he heard the voice behind him, and ran away. In the dense jungle, the flashlight flickered wildly, and he ran away without a trace after a while.

Several patrolmen were panting heavily, leaning on their knees, still yelling not to run.

"No, he runs so fast."

"Is the other party alone?"

"It seems to be a person, have you seen his appearance?"

"No, I didn't see it, he's too flexible."

"Wait, I seem to have taken a picture just now."

A patrolman took out his mobile phone and handed it to everyone enthusiastically.

Under the severely blurred background, a barely recognizable human-shaped creature was hiding among the trees. The light hit him, the light and shadow were blurred, the exposure was severe, and his limbs were twisted.

If it is posted on the Internet, it will surely be able to keep pace with the Ugly Mothman and the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland, and become a legendary ghost of the forest monster in Taiji Town!

The rest of the colleagues all lowered their faces, and a faint anger was bred in it.

"Look, keep looking, they really have a helper, catch him tonight!"

somewhere in the forest.

The bright silver knife light dazzled people's eyes.

Sato looked at the mountain, and after less than half a day of repairing, all the ghost hunters chose to enter the forest again, looking for the traces they had traced during the day.

The huge black bear footprints are extraordinary, Sato took a deep breath.

"Strive to be number one tonight."

In the volcanic mountains of Honshu, there are sneak photographers fleeing, police officers chasing, hunters staying up late, and old people with unknown targets.

Everyone has different goals, but they are closely connected, and they are rushing towards the final direction.

...

Early morning of July 15th.

Bi Fang stood on the top of the highest mountain nearby, and he could not see Dolphin Bay, but he could overlook the Buddhist temple and the sea.

The wind chimes on the five-storied pagoda seem to be echoing the sirens on the sea.

Standing here, you can directly feel the humid, salty sea breeze.

The weather is fine today, and the sea is sparkling. Flocks of seagulls are hovering on the sea, looking for the right time to dive into the sea and swallow fresh prey.

In the hotel, rows of computers are placed in front, and above them are cameras one after another.

Everyone felt restless.

Richard hasn't fallen asleep since last night's ceremony. Every time he closes his eyes, he seems to be able to hear the wailing of dolphins surrounding his ears.

sharp, harsh.

Dozens of fishing boats have all left the port, and a bloody massacre is about to begin.