star hunter

She had been lying at the bottom of the mountain for three days.

At the very beginning, all the bones in her body were almost shattered, and she was paralyzed like a pile of mud, and this was already the result of the blessing of the god of luck——there was another mountain under the cliff she jumped off , there is a coniferous forest dominated by larch, and the winter is cold. The pine needles of larch are covered with a thick layer, and in the process of falling, they hit the branches to cushion them, so they barely survived.

Although there is still a breath left, the weather is cold, there is a lack of medical treatment, and there is no one to take care of it. For ordinary people, it is absolutely impossible to live for 24 hours.

But she is no ordinary person.

She spent the first day motionless in this deep and quiet pine forest, letting the falling snow and pine needles cover her, if it weren't for her weak breathing and occasional opening of her eyes, she would be like a dead body. different.

During this critical 24 hours, her nearly broken body underwent earth-shaking changes—her bones and internal organs repaired themselves at an incredible speed, and its speed and efficiency were dozens of times that of ordinary people.

She is a supernatural person, and her extraordinary self-healing ability is her talent. As long as the key parts are not damaged, such as the heart and brain, she can heal from most traumas.

This is also the capital for her desperate voluntary bait.

In the early morning of the next day, she was able to turn her neck freely, and her arms were able to do some simple movements, such as dragging the nearby dog ​​that fell with her.

Of course, that dog didn't have any special abilities, and it was already dead. It was smashed to pieces, bleeding from all seven orifices, and baring its teeth. It was an ugly death.

It took her a lot of effort to drag its corpse to her side. Of course, she didn't want to dig a hole to bury it out of kindness, but on the contrary, she wanted to eat it.

No matter how powerful her self-healing ability is, she is not a fairy, and she will die if she does not eat or drink, and she is seriously injured, her body is extremely weak, and she needs nutrition even more.

To be honest, she has no interest in dog meat at all, but at this moment she can't even stand up, let alone look for food. In order to survive, she can only use this dead wolf dog as rations.

Thanks to the severe cold, the dog's corpse was frozen stiff, but fortunately it did not deteriorate. She endured the nausea and tore off the fur on the wolf dog's neck, and began to eat its flesh raw.

The smell of raw meat made her nauseated, but even so, the desire to survive made her suppress the urge to gag, and she swallowed the raw dog meat.When she couldn't bear it anymore, she grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it with the raw meat.

Live, nothing else matters.That was the only thought left in her mind.

Such savage and rough blood drinking made her survive the next day.

After waking up on the third day, she obviously felt that her body functions had recovered a lot, and she was even able to prop up her upper body, explore the surrounding environment, and consider the way out.

That wolf dog was huge and strong enough to serve as her "granary" and nutrition, so that she would have no worries in a short period of time.

After another whole day of restoration, at night, she tried to move her legs, and she was able to bend and stretch. She was overjoyed, and ate some raw meat, quietly waiting for the dawn.

On the fourth morning spent in the pine forest, she held on to the tree trunk and finally stood up. The bullet hole in her right leg hadn't healed yet, but it didn't prevent her from standing.

She lay down for three days and three nights, her legs were as limp as noodles, and she hadn't completely recovered. At first, she was stumbling like a baby, but with a little practice, she finally got rid of this state, and she wasn't quite back to normal. , but at least he walked with external force.

Although her injury has improved a lot, she is still a sick patient, and she should be taken care of for a few more days, but she looked up at the dark cliff on the top, and she became frightened again—if those people found her on a whim What can we do here?

After thinking about it, she still decided to leave as soon as possible. Before leaving, she buried the wolfdog's mutilated body with pine needles and branches, and then limped down the mountain leaning on the branches.

When night fell on the fourth day, she finally reached the foot of the mountain exhausted, walked into a small town, and saw the "outside" world for the first time.

I escaped alive.Standing in the crowd, looking at the lights lit up at night, she almost had the urge to cry.

But I don't know what happened to the companions on the other side.

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"His name is Zhong Zhiyuan. He should be 57 this year. He is about 1.7 meters five. He always pays less attention to his parents, and can't remember many details clearly. He basically says whatever comes to mind, "By the way, my blood type is the same as mine, type O..."

Su Xian interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "What you said is too general. Are there any obvious personal characteristics, or more intuitively, his photos?"

"Oh, right! Photo!" Zhong Yun woke up like a dream, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket while patting his forehead, "I'm so stupid, I have a photo of my dad in my mobile phone, I should have What I thought of... Uh, the phone is out of battery and can't be turned on."

He looked at Su Xian pitifully, and the latter spread his hands: "In that case, there is nothing I can do to help..."

"Wait!" Zhong Yuncong slapped his thigh violently, "Why did I forget my old profession!"

Su Xian looked at him inexplicably, his eyeballs rolled around, and his gaze dangled around the room, as if he was looking for something: "Do you have a pen and paper to lend me?"

Su Xian guessed his intention, walked to a utility cabinet, opened the drawer, found a notebook and a ballpoint pen, and threw them to Zhong Yuncong.

When Zhong Yuncong got the pen and paper, it was like a swordsman finding his saber, gearing up and eager to try—he turned over a page, held the pen, and sketched the lines smoothly.

Su Xian leaned on the cabinet with his arms folded, quietly watching him doodling and drawing. For a while, the room was very quiet, only the sound of rubbing the tip of the ballpoint pen against the paper.

Ten minutes later, Zhong Yuncong handed over a sketch of a character to Su Xian, and he glanced at it. What Zhong Yuncong drew was an elderly fat man, whose body and appearance were similar to what he described himself. It's just that there are some more details that make Zhong Zhiyuan more intuitive - he is of medium height, with an ordinary appearance and a kind smile.

He folded the painting and put it in the pocket of his coat, then glanced at Zhong Yuncong again: "I will let the people in the institute pay attention."

"Thank you very much." Zhong Yuncong said sincerely, but Su Xian shook his head: "You don't need to thank me so early, I don't guarantee that you will find your father."

"It's good to have this heart." He smiled and waved his hands, "It's better than me wandering around like a headless chicken."

Su Xian didn't comment, he sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, picked up a copy of "Mengchuan Evening News", and quickly browsed through the pages.

Zhong Yun was bored, so he leaned over to him and stretched his neck: "Recently, is there any big news?"

Su Xian frowned when he saw his poking around, "Which one are you referring to?"

"It's the kind before..." He stammered, "Missing or something."

Su Xian understood what he meant, and there was a cloud of gloom between his brows: "I reported the existence of 'Shadow' to the headquarters, and also issued a notice to let all public security stations pay attention to the troubles of this organization... But they seem to be It's dormant, and I haven't noticed any changes yet."

When Zhong Yuncong heard the words, his mind moved: "By the way, what about my... business?"

Su Xian had told him in advance that he would report to his superiors about the guy who was hiding in the dark, and it was inevitable to expose his existence.

He was anxiously waiting for the result, but Su Xian's expression was a little subtle: "I haven't got the feedback from the superior yet."

Zhong Yuncong was taken aback for a moment: It means that there is nothing for me for the time being?

"By the way," Su Xian said after a moment of silence, "Don't go out if you have nothing to do these days."

Zhong Yuncong felt a little helpless: "Didn't you just say that the 'isolated island' has not had any major cases recently...is it still peaceful?"

"When did I say such a thing?" Su Xian's tone was not very good, "The word tranquility has never been related to 'isolated island'."

He laughed mockingly: "In this closed city, I don't know how many people have no food to eat and no clothes to cover. Poverty is a breeding ground for crime. Every second, there are people who are doing house robbery—sometimes just For one bite. Besides, there are still a considerable number of supernatural beings, and many of them are restless guys... relying on a little ability, they stir up trouble everywhere like a shit stick."

"In short, the law and order here is very poor. The Management Bureau has always been short-staffed, and the other department is just for nothing." He turned his face sideways and stared at Zhong Yuncong with piercing eyes, "You better be obedient, Stay at home obediently..."

"Home?" Zhong Yuncong seemed to have heard the word, his eyes sparkled, "You said, this is my home?"

"...It's just a slip of the tongue." Su Xian wanted to bite off his tongue, he quickly made up for it, and added a subject, "I mean, my family, anyway... just don't run around."

After hearing his explanation, Zhong Yuncong did not show any displeasure, but responded with a smile.

As a result, within 2 minutes of being happy, extreme joy turned into sadness, and I sneezed loudly.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, maybe the clothes on his body are a little thin," he rubbed his nose and said vaguely, "Don't catch a cold..."

Su Xian looked at him, turned around and walked into his bedroom. Zhong Yuncong thought he was going to sleep, because he was going to be on duty in two hours, but he came out soon, with the clothes on his arms. A woolen coat.

He didn't even look at him, he just threw his coat on him, and said in a flat tone, "Zhang Jibai probably doesn't want you to go to eat anymore."

Zhong Yuncong was very moved by this act of sending charcoal in the snow. He hugged his clothes tightly in his arms and looked at him eagerly: "Are you caring about me?"

"You man," he twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "the biggest problem is thinking too much."

Zhong Yuncong shrugged his shoulders and didn't argue with him about this meaningless question - anyway, no matter what the truth is, this guy won't admit it.

Two hours later, he watched Su Xian, who was in uniform, go out, and then returned to the living room, getting busy.

He found the previous pen and paper, and started sketching again. This time, in addition to his father's portrait, he also added a paragraph of text. It took about 10 minutes, and he made the first missing person notice.

Su Xian guessed right, he had some kind of plan in mind, although Su Xian promised to help keep an eye on his father's whereabouts, Zhong Yun, who had nothing to do, could never stay in the house with peace of mind and do nothing.

The previous sketch inspired him, so he decided to make his own missing person notice and post it on the streets with the most traffic.

Su Xian didn't say it clearly, but the implication was basically that he was forbidden to go out. Zhong Yuncong didn't want to fight him because he was full, but as a son of man, he had his own responsibility.

Su Xian said that he would help, but he also had his own things to do, and it was impossible to go around him. Looking for Zhong Zhiyuan was just a side note to him, but to him, it was just voluntary or forced. "Island", this matter must be done.

He is neither smart nor capable, so he can only think of this stupid way.

It took him another two hours to come up with ten missing person notices. He put down his pen, shook his sore wrist, put on the overcoat Su Xian gave him, and prepared to post on the street.

It's not that he doesn't know that the nights of the "isolated island" are extremely uneasy, but during the day when Su Xian is at home, he will definitely not find a chance to go out, so he has no choice but to make this terrible plan.

He put his hand on the doorknob, thought for a while and retracted it. He turned around, walked into Su Xian's bedroom, and found a gun from the drawer of his bedside table.

Then, he took the gun and went out.

The corridor was very quiet. Fortunately, he didn't run into any neighbors. When he got down to the first floor, the cold wind hit his face. He turned up the collar of his coat and walked into the snow.

Zhong Yuncong has been here for quite a while, but he hasn’t visited the city well. Excluding Su Xian’s house of about [-] square meters, he spent the longest time in Zhang Jibai’s clinic, followed by the smoky West City , The number of dealings with different species is a little more than normal people.

He asked for directions several times, and finally arrived at what was said to be the busiest street in Dongcheng District.

As one of the few bustling areas in the "isolated island", the alleys from east to west, north and south divide it into an oblique cross shape - along this Changle Street, there are mostly two-storey old houses with brick and wood structure, with inner corridors, There are also carved railings, the first floor is used as a storefront, and the second floor is used as a residence.

I don't know what the daytime situation is like, but at this moment, these serious shops are obviously not the protagonists. The entire Changle Street is almost occupied by small stalls, and they are densely packed on both sides of the road, covering the shop signs Strict and solid, like a flowing water mat, it is placed from the street to the end of the street.

Zhong Yuncong could only see a corner of the signboard through the gaps in the corners, and barely recognized that this was a shop selling steamed buns and noodles, another was selling clothes and shoes, and there was a grocery store that sold everything...

According to the degree of crowding, he didn't have the chance to go in for a stroll. Fortunately, there are countless stalls waiting for him to visit here.

He walked around enthusiastically, and discovered an eternal truth, in such a night market, all kinds of food stalls are definitely kings.

It's not quite the same as he imagined. Even if the materials are poor, people's creativity and hands-on ability have always been like springs, and they are strong when they are strong.There are quite a variety of food on the food stalls, such as rice noodles and pastries, soups, dumplings, and wontons, but the most popular ones are barbecues.

Most of the barbecue ingredients are vegetarian dishes, such as sweet potatoes, corn and dried beans, but there is also meat. Zhong Yuncong guesses that they are beef, sheep and pigs. After roasting, the overwhelming aroma drowned out most of the street.

The various barbecue spots fill the whole street with fireworks, but Zhong Yuncong quite likes the smell of the aroma of the food mixed with the smoke of charcoal, which makes this street and these people have a human touch.

When he first arrived here, he went to another Canary Street, that is, the time he went to look for the headquarters of the Bureau of Management—it was daytime, and his impression was still very deep. Everyone is silent and depressed, with empty eyes.

The situation here is in stark contrast.

Food can give people soul, right?Zhong Yuncong looked at the hawkers who were yelling all over the street, and felt a little bit embarrassed. As a result, he was only concerned with emotion, and didn't realize that he was standing in front of a barbecue stall.

"Brother, do you want some skewers?" Zhong Yuncong turned around and saw that the boss was in his early thirties, with a mustache and two big skewers in his hand, and greeted him with a smile.

To be honest, Zhong Yuncong had already been tempted when he faced this circle of eating food. If it was before, he would have eaten for half a block, but now...won't it be impossible to go back to the past?

He touched his pocket, which was cleaner than his face, and sighed helplessly: "Sorry, no need."

As soon as these words came out, the owner of the barbecue stall who was still in a good mood just now stretched his face: "Then please make room, don't delay my business!"

Zhong Yun walked away embarrassingly, but after being ridiculed like this, he woke up from the uproar and remembered his business.

The infrastructure of this bustling road is still better than other places, at least the street lights can be turned on. He posted the first missing person notice on a light pole. At the first time, he was quite guilty, feeling like a small poster. Advertising.

But this kind of thing is familiar once and twice, and no one cares about it anyway, and soon the psychological quality is tempered, and I can post it all the way with ease, which can be said to be quite comfortable.

He posted it vigorously, and when there were only two or three cards left in his hand, he realized that he had deviated from the bustling Changle Street Night Market and came to an unknown alley, dark and deserted.

Zhong Yun couldn't change his state for a while, and he was very uncomfortable, but this kind of cold and dark environment would make people very uncomfortable.

At the end of this alley, there is probably a trash can, and the ecstasy smell came directly to him, and it kept digging into his nose. There were also wild cats and dogs that appeared and disappeared, and there were even pleasant noises from time to time on the wet road. With the sound of Soso, Zhong Yuncong suspected that it was rats crossing the street in groups.

He hesitated at first whether to leave a missing person notice here, but the last rats made him dispel this idea. No one would come to this crappy place even during the daytime, right?

Thinking this way, he turned around and was about to leave. After walking a few steps, a person suddenly jumped down from the broken wall, stood in front of him aggressively, and said fiercely: "Boy, hand over all the money you have on you." Bar!"

……Depend on!

Su Xian really hit the spot, he met a robber.

Zhong Yuncong stared at the thing he was weighing up and down in the other party's hand, wondering what it was - looking at the shape, it must not be a knife or a gun, could it be a bomb?

This idea is a bit exaggerated, but he was scared out of the shadows by the neuropathy headed by Yingying of the "Shadow", so he naturally assumed this assumption, but as long as the other party is not mentally retarded, he wouldn't be able to play with such a dangerous guy, right? ?

From this point of view, the most likely thing in his hand is a brick.

He couldn't help being stunned: Wow, these days, it's possible to rob a piece of brick?Look down on people, this is it.

It was probably because this guy was too quiet, and his unruffled aura stimulated the robber, and he grabbed Zhong Yuncong's collar angrily: "Fuck! Are you deaf or something? Can't you hear people? Give me money ! Buy your life!"

After guessing his weapon, Zhong Yuncong was really not very scared, he even replied politely: "I'm really sorry, brother, I have no money."

He was telling the truth, but the other party obviously didn't think so. Zhong Yuncong was pushed and shoved heavily, and at the same time, there was a vicious threat: "I don't want to make things worse, just give me the money obediently, and let you go immediately." past!"

Zhong Yuncong staggered from being pushed, and supported a wall to barely stand still. He had no choice but to turn out the four pockets of his coat and trousers to show that he would not lie: "Look, my pockets are empty. I don't even have a steel coin, I'm poorer than you!"

This was the first time in his life that he cried poor, he was not ashamed, and found it interesting, but this made the robber even more furious: "Fuck you! After finally squatting down to one end, you are still a poor ghost... Hey, you The coat is good, take it off, I will let you go!"

He was cursing, but suddenly changed the subject, and brought up the idea of ​​Zhong Yuncong's woolen coat.

Zhong Yuncong frowned at this style of plucking the wild goose's hair. The clothes were given to him by Su Xian, how could they be snatched away?

He subconsciously put his hand into the coat, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm sorry, this dress is very important to me, so I can't give it to you."

"Fuck! Shame on you, right?" The robber left angrily, and he raised his hand high, intending to teach this idiot who wanted money and life a lesson: "You asked for it yourself! I tell you! I have taken several lives on my body..."

Just as his sandbag-sized fist was about to touch the little white face, the boy smiled softly: "It doesn't matter how many lives you took, and you broke my face, you can't afford it."

The robber froze in place.

Of course he wasn't overwhelmed by his light words, what overwhelmed him was the gun in Zhong Yuncong's hand.

Zhong Yuncong sighed regretfully: "Actually, I really don't want to make a big deal out of it, but your Excellency is really aggressive, and you want to stir up three points for no reason... so I have no choice but to take action."

Holding the gun in his hand, he gained confidence in his heart and was extraordinarily calm: "Brother, what do you think we should do about this?"

The robber trembled as if he was sifting chaff: "I, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and I dare to block my brother's way after I have the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard...Your adult does not remember the faults of villains, so don't bother with me..."

Zhong Yuncong was also a little distressed at the moment, he definitely wouldn't really shoot, but he didn't want to just let it go so lightly, lest this guy continue to squat here as a hindrance once he leaves.

He was thinking hard about how to teach the other party an unforgettable lesson, but suddenly he heard a noisy voice from the alley: "Stop! Don't run!"

The menace was accompanied by heavy breathing—and there should be more than one person.

This sudden movement made the confronting parties unexpected, Zhong Yuncong frowned: "Are they here to arrest you?"

The robber replied in a low voice: "No way? I'm such a young man, I don't deserve the people of the picket team to mobilize so many people..."

Zhong Yuncong sneered: "Didn't you claim that you took several lives?"

The robber smiled obsequiously: "I didn't mean to scare you? How dare I..."

While the two of them were making excuses there, the sound of chaotic footsteps was getting closer and closer, Zhong Yuncong wasn't panicking at all, he didn't break the law anyway, and it also inspired him - directly hand over this thing to that what The pickets got it, so that he would not have to use the death penalty.

Contrary to him, the robber was obviously in a very disturbed mood, almost scratching his head.

Zhong Yuncong turned his head and was about to say hello to the picket team, but unexpectedly, a person bumped into him hard. He was startled, seeing that the person was about to fall, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him. After a while: "Are you all right?"

At the same time, a beam of flashlights shone over, allowing him to see clearly the appearance of the person in front of him. It was a thin, short, gray-haired old man.

Although he was the one who was hit, he couldn't help but worry that the one who hit him broke his bones. Holding his coat, staring at him tearfully.

Zhong Yuncong felt guilty with that look in his eyes.

"Arrest this old guy!" The army arrived, and the old man slipped away without saying a word. Zhong Yun hadn't reacted yet, and was just thinking about what the old man had done to get caught by this Generally chased and intercepted.

He was still thinking about meddling in other people's business, but he was suddenly taken aback by someone—the robber who was completely ignored by him threw the brick when the pickets approached, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Sir! I want to report! This man was robbed at gunpoint! I am the victim!"

Zhong Yuncong was dumbfounded: This is how black and white are reversed.

"No, officers, don't listen to this bastard talking nonsense, he is obviously trying to rob me..." Zhong Yuncong hurriedly explained to himself, but forgot the gun he was holding.

The picket team had caught the prey they wanted and was about to withdraw their troops. They didn't expect that there was another matter here. It wasn't a big deal at first, but when they heard the word "holding a gun", everyone's ears perked up.

Taking a closer look, the young man really had a gun in his hand, and the gun was aimed at the whistleblower. Isn't this a case of getting stolen goods?

So Zhong Yun, who tried his best to explain, was confiscated with a confused face, cut his arms behind him, and rubbed against the ground.

"You're wronged! You're wronged! I'm the victim!" He shouted hoarsely, but suddenly found that several pickets surrounding him separated in a row.

what's the situation?While Zhong Yun was howling, trying to look out of the corner of his eye, he only saw a pair of suede boots approaching slowly.

The owner of the boots finally stopped in front of him and touched his face lightly: "It's so noisy, please be quiet."

It was a very nice male voice, lazy, and sounded unintimidating, but Zhong Yuncong quickly stopped talking, he was very sensible, he knew that this was the boss, and he had to give the boss face.

A member of the team handed in the confiscated gun with both hands: "Captain, this guy really has a gun, and..."

He leaned into the captain's ear and said the second half of the sentence, but Zhong Yun never heard clearly.

So the whole person became more and more flustered.

The robber who was biting back was also tied up, shouting and yelling, the central purpose was to confuse the public, and the thief shouted to catch the thief.

When Zhong Yuncong heard this, he was so angry that he forgot the rules of silence and confronted him not to be outdone.

The two sides shouted grievances at each other like a ring, which made the picket team speechless. When they were about to suppress violently, they only heard the captain chuckle: "Gag their mouths, and take both sides back."

Now that he didn't even have a chance to complain, Zhong Yuncong was stuffed into the back seat of a car with nothing to love. After a while, he found two more people beside him.

Those two were also tied up and had something stuffed in their mouths, one was the old man from before, the other was a young woman, her abdomen was protruding, she was actually pregnant.

Zhong Yuncong was completely puzzled, what serious crime could this old man and pregnant woman commit?