A hunting adventure [unlimited]

On the 11th night of leaving the canyon, the rescue team stopped in a wilderness that was not accurately located on the map. The surrounding mountains no longer towered into the sky, the terrain became flatter, the oxygen content in the air became abundant, and the vegetation was lush and lush.

The uninhabited mountains are as silent as an abyss at night, with light rain pattering underground, the bonfire in the camp is burning extremely vigorously, and the jumping flames bite the thick darkness, tearing apart a piece of scarlet light.

The armored vehicle with a reinforced shell is parked around the bonfire and tents. The headlights are stained with dark brown blood, washed by the rain, and the dark red stains trickle into the soil. Intermittent whispers can be heard from the tent, and the continuous and noisy rain The sound disturbed someone's nightmare.

Du Yu sat alone by the fire, and turned his head when he heard the sound, his heartstrings tensed; he softly called the name of his companion in the tent, and the response was vague sleep talk.He felt relieved, turned around, and continued to sharpen the pencil in his hand; besides the weapon, he also carried a pen and paper with him, and the process of sharpening the tip of the pen helped him relieve his anxiety.

The sharpened pencils were neatly arranged on the side. Du Yu picked up the leftmost one, and at the same time opened a sketchbook slightly larger than the palm of his hand, and began to sketch the prototype of the portrait.

Midnight is long, and he has to watch here all night to prevent other creatures from approaching. Drawing is one of the ways he passes the time.

According to the originally planned journey, they guessed about half of it now, and they haven't even touched the edge of the destination desert. However, the number of team members has been reduced by more than half, and half of the team members died in the surprise attack 16 hours ago.

In order to avoid those ferocious alien creatures, the routes they set up were all mountain roads that deviated from towns and roads. The first ten days were uneventful, but No. 11 still inevitably encountered a strong enemy; it was three companions Mutation type II, killed 6 people, escaped after killing [-] people, and was killed [-] times.

Du Yu and the others burned the body and continued on the road.

Parting, killing, death, things that happen every day in this world, they are also going to die, there is no extra time to remember and grieve.

Besides, maybe everyone will be reunited soon.

Du Yu was painting numbly, and the faces of the dead appeared stiff and hideous in the firelight in front of him. He thought that if they continued to die like this, they might not be able to reach the desert.

"What are you writing?" A calm and strong hand rested on his left shoulder——

"It's nothing." Du Yu closed the sketchbook without a trace, feeling annoyed by the interruption, he put down his pen, not even interested in knowing who this person was.

A huge and heavy figure passed over his head, and Zhou Lian sat on his right side, looking at his hands.

"Don't read it, I'm writing a diary." Du Yu ostentatiously shook the notebook in his hand, then put it in his bag.

"Tch." Zhou Lian obviously didn't believe it, but because the two didn't know each other very well, he quickly dispelled his curiosity.

Du Yu didn't want to share his unknown hobby with this person, because the current atmosphere was really awkward, so he took the initiative to ask: "Are you insomnia?"

Zhou Lian: "Yes."

Du Yu: "Then do you mind if I go to sleep for a while?"

"You go." Zhou Lian nodded, began to search his pockets with both hands, and finally asked, "Hey, do you have any cigarettes?"

Du Yu took out a flattened box from his side bag and threw it over, "Call me in two hours."

"Thank you, it's all mine." Zhou Lian smiled slyly and took the cigarette in his mouth.

Compared with tents, Du Yu is more used to sleeping in the car, only 2 hours, don't need to sleep too soundly.

He walked to the back row, and fell asleep as soon as he sat down. He leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, and then lost consciousness.

***

It was a dreamless hour, and he slept better than he had any day.

But what awakened him was not Zhou Lian, but a chilling coolness, similar to the irreversible sense of crisis when disaster strikes.

The moment Du Yu was awakened by the cold, his limbs immediately moved in response to the danger signal in his brain, and he subconsciously picked up the gun and opened the car door——

The overwhelming blood light and flames intersected into his pupils, and the stumped limbs and internal organs torn apart by sharp teeth were scattered all over the ground.A humanoid creature with a slippery appearance squatted in front of the collapsed tent. Its two forearms were like the knife hooks of a praying mantis. The proliferated bones pierced the skin and hung upside down under the arms, like a row of hard sawtooths.

A piece of fleshy skin had just been removed from the saw-like forelimb, and the victim lay in a pool of blood, twitching, and the neck was bleeding profusely.

Du Yu felt the chill turn into something tangible and wrap around him.

The alien creature heard the movement, and it slowly turned its head. There was only one mouth on the blank face, and the swirl-shaped fine teeth were covered with plasma and saliva. It grinned open the huge mouth without lips... and smiled at him.

He'd seen it, it was—!

At this time, gunshots rang out in the distance!The monster twisted its neck like a snake to face the person holding the gun. It opened its mouth and vocal cords trembled and let out a sharp roar!A bullet at the right time spun rapidly and shot into the monster's chest cavity!Its shrill neigh rose abruptly, and it curled up in pain and rolled into the loose tent.

Zhou Lian rushed over to shoot at the gathered cloth, the flames and loud noises of the ammunition burst bombarded the silent rainy night one after another, blood mixed with rain and mud splashed everywhere...

Du Yu came back to reality, he checked the remaining two tents immediately, and confirmed the worst result with his own eyes: except for him and Zhou Lian, there were no other living people in the entire camp.

The monster buried under the tarpaulin lost its voice and stopped moving. Zhou Lian walked over and kicked it a few times to make sure it was dead, and put away the gun with lingering fear.

The camp was dead silent.

"This guy has chased us all the way, and he can run quite well." Zhou Lian said, asking him about the casualties with his eyes.

Du Yu asked back, "Where did you go just now?"

Zhou Lian: "Go to the bathroom."

Du Yu stepped forward and punched the opponent in the face, saying, "You should wake me up."

Zhou Lian's head was tilted from the beating, and he staggered back, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and his mouth was filled with the fishy-sweet smell of iron rust.

"I just left for 2 minutes!"

"It won't work for two seconds." Du Yu shook his wrist, which was numb from too much force, "Collect the corpse and change the place."

What followed was the silent hauling of the body and packing.

The broken tent could no longer be used and had to be burned together with the corpses of the monsters. As for the unfortunate teammates who died, he didn't intend to keep them here.

Before pouring oil on the fire, Du Yu checked the corpse of the monster that had been beaten into a sieve. It was the escaped one of the three that attacked them during the day.It followed the vehicle over the mountains and wilderness to come here, and lurked in the dark waiting for the hunting opportunity, preparing to kill everyone at midnight when their defenses were the most relaxed.

Just a little bit, and it worked.

Du Yu pressed his palm against his forehead, making sure that he didn't have a fever, but he still felt chest tightness and tinnitus, and his head was so heavy that he couldn't think.

What right does he have to blame Zhou Lian? He is the person in charge of the night watch tonight.

He may need to cry bitterly and condemn himself for this, and repent for his whole life for the hour of sleepless sleep tonight; for this hour, he caused 4 people to lose their lives, which is an extremely painful price.

but……

But there was no wave in his heart, no feeling, like a stone thrown into the abyss, without echo or fluctuation.

"It's not all our fault." Zhou Lian wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a towel, and tried to wipe off the blood on his clothes.

"Its IQ may be higher than ours combined." Zhou Lian said, "It's an accident."

"It's not important anymore." Du Yu didn't want to pay attention to this contradictory statement, and because of their situation, it might be a better choice to excuse themselves than to immerse themselves in guilt.However, Zhou Lian's cold-bloodedness surprised him. People who can be so indifferent to life are really rare in the current world.

Seeing that he kept his head buried, Zhou Lian thought he was still blaming himself, and said in an enlightening tone: "Be strong, man, the living must live." After speaking, he reached out to pat him on the back.

Du Yu blocked that hand, "I'm fine."

***

No.12 nights away from the canyon.

The cave was discovered by Du Yu, and they could no longer sleep in the wilderness.

There are four male corpses on display beside the fire. The faces of the corpses are all covered with badly worn black coats. The fatal wound is a blood hole in the chest. They were attacked by the same deadly creature before their death. The heart was severely damaged and the muscles of the limbs were injured to varying degrees. The cutting and biting, the skin fell off, the bones were exposed, and the death was tragic.

The only two surviving people in the team sat by the stone wall of the cave, looking at each other silently, so they had to lower their heads and do their own things.

Zhou Lian tried to rest. After failing to fall asleep several times, he forcefully opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the person next to him who was painting by the firelight, "Let me be honest, don't you think you are perverted?"

Du Yu focused on drawing seriously. Hearing this, the tip of the pencil in his hand suddenly broke; without looking up, he just blew on the graphite powder on the yellowed paper, readjusted the angle of the pen, and insisted on finishing the rest of the painting.

Zhou Lian grabbed the sketchbook and flipped through it roughly. The sound of the pages turning was extremely harsh in the cave.

Du Yu put away the pen and put it in the pocket of his coat, waiting for the other party to return his personal belongings.Even if he was surrounded by a few quietly decomposing corpses and a person who was not polite, his mood still couldn't be described as joys and sorrows, only endless boredom, a feeling he was used to but didn't easily reveal.

After flipping through it hastily, Zhou Lian threw the sketchbook to him, and said with a sneer, "If I die, I don't want to appear in your paintings. You must not collect my body, you understand."

"En." Du Yu responded perfunctorily.It doesn't matter, who will die first may not know.

He likes to draw dead people.

It's not because he has any perverted hobbies, but because his childhood was ups and downs, people around him are always on the move, and death follows like a shadow, and it takes only a few seconds to take away a life. As a result, there are very few living people he can stably portray Not much.

When he observes strangers, his paintings are usually extremely difficult to complete; he is not a gifted painting genius. If he wants to paint lifelike, he must spend a lot of time trying to figure out and observe the model in order to capture the ideal expression.

However, this is the normal state of the world. After repeated unfinished work, he finally started to draw corpses.

Life is finite, but death is eternal.After a person dies, his facial expressions and body movements will freeze and remain unchanged; once he has seen someone's dead face, he can accurately and realistically sketch it on paper, which is much smoother than painting a living person.

The value of art is to let people discover the existence of beauty.However, Du Yu believes that he is just like a camera, recording the death of everyone around him indiscriminately, which has nothing to do with art. He wanted to do it and he did it.

It is understandable for Zhou Lian to call him perverted, he never thinks he is normal.

"There are only two of us left." Zhou Lian lay on his sleeping bag, looking at the uneven vault of the cave, "If you were a woman, I still have something to look forward to..."

Du Yu said, "I'm so sorry, I'm not a woman."

Zhou Lian grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at him, but Du Yu turned his head away.

He thought that Zhou Lian's "hope" might be mating or reproduction, whichever it was, he couldn't understand.

"We haven't entered the desert yet, so there are only two of us left." Zhou Lian said again.

"Hmm." Du Yu didn't understand why it was necessary to repeat such an obvious fact twice.

Zhou Lian: "Why don't we turn around and go back to the canyon."

Du Yu: "If you want to go back, please do so."

"Are you dead-headed? Is there a better chance of surviving going back than going into the desert? The captain is dead, let's go save a ghost." Zhou Lian gradually became irritable.

Du Yu said, "I will only answer your second question, and the answer is: no."

"Unreasonable." Zhou Lian fell asleep and muttered in a low voice, "Crazy."

That night Du Yu had a dream. He dreamed that he had entered the desert, and there was a weathered stone tablet standing in the boundless yellow sand. He approached step by step, trying to see the writing on the stone tablet clearly, but when his hand touched the stone, In an instant, the mottled text twisted into a grimace sticking out its tongue, with the words: Unexpected ~ you crazy ~

The author has something to say:

It's been another month without ToT, I'm on vacation due to the epidemic, and I'm recovering.

Strive for the next chapter see above 8