A hunting adventure [unlimited]

No.16 nights away from the canyon.

It was a month since the base received the distress message, and the two were only 36 hours away from the small dot circled with a red pen on the map.

Since fleeing that forest, they have tacitly stopped talking.

There are few plants in the desert, animals hide deep in the sand, and the temperature drops sharply at night. A small pot is placed on the bonfire lit by charcoal and dead wood, and the boiling vegetable soup is full of fragrance.

Zhou Lian put on a blanket, warmed his hands with the freshly filled hot soup, and said for the first time after three days: "Let's go back."

Du Yu next to him smiled and said nothing.

Zhou Lian looked at him seriously, and asked, "Do you really believe that there are living people in this place?"

"Hmm." Du Yu raised his eyelids and said with burning eyes, "It can't be the distress signal sent by the ghost."

"I think it's weird." Zhou Lian drank the soup, feeling hot in his throat, and his brows and eyes stretched out in comfort, "It's been a month, is the person who sent the distress letter still here? If so, what do they rely on for survival? And what do you think?" Have you ever thought about it, what kind of person would be able to live in the desert with a child for a month?"

"A more dangerous person." Du Yu said.

It's not that he can't understand Zhou Lian's worries and worries.

Assuming that the rescue seekers are alone and weak, then how they survive during the 30 days is a big problem. Food and water are scarce in the desert, and they cannot guarantee their own safety at night, let alone take care of a child?

The weirdest thing is that until the team set off, the canyon never received a second message from the signal station; so the two sides have not reached contact, and the other side cannot guarantee that they will send someone to find them.

——and some thought-provoking but impossible to speculate details:

Why was that message so hasty and brief?Are they in a hurry to leave?Is it because I have already left the signal station that I did not send it again, or was there an accident?

Regardless of the considerations, the chances of the rescuer staying in place and waiting for rescue in the canyon are very low.

Zhou Lian's idea is nothing more than: spend another 36 hours to rush to the coordinates in the message, there is a high probability that he will miss nothing or find a few dry corpses.

If the converse assumes that there are a large number of rescuers, the situation becomes even more complicated.

There were only him and Zhou Lian left here. If it was a trap, they would definitely die.

However, the people in the canyon had speculated and analyzed this series of problems long before they set off, especially Greta; , she couldn't bear to stand by and watch.

So from the moment Du Yu got into the car, he knew that this was a pure adventure; if he was lucky, he would end up with nothing, but if he was unlucky, he would never return.

So he said to Zhou Lian, "Do you think the person who sent us didn't know?"

Seeing Zhou Lian startled, he went on to say: "Now turn back, if we meet three more mutants, just the two of us, what do you think the chances of winning are? Even if you narrowly escaped death and went back, how would you explain it? You are too deceitful Leta?"

Speechless for a while.

Zhou Lian raised his head and drank the soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth and sighed, "...I fucking want to live."

Du Yu said: "Of course, no one wants to die."

Zhou Lian stood up, patted the sand on his trousers, walked to the car, and did not forget to ask him: "Do you drink?"

"No need." Du Yu added a log to the fire.

***

Half a month's journey has wiped out people's perception of the passage of time. Du Yu can't remember how he got there in the last 36 hours. The desert is like an endless track. They are drivers with no hope of victory. Acceleration can not reach the end.

In the evening of a golden sunset, they finally ended their long journey and drove into the red dot range on the road map.

The continuous yellow sand is a blanket under the blue temple, and the sand dunes on the edge are raised folds; through the telescope, they can see a half-covered house and a black flag fluttering on the roof from a distance.

"Fuck, there are really fucking people!" Zhou Lian's face flushed with excitement.

Du Yu's ears were slightly congested, and his heartbeat was faster than usual, echoing in his ears.There are people in this world, people other than them——witnessing this fact with their own eyes will inevitably shake their hearts.

"Be careful." He lowered his voice and reminded.

"I know." Zhou Lian regained his composure, fixed his eyes on the tiny black flag, and drove closer.

The flag had been hung for a long time, and the pattern painted on it with silver paint had faded and peeled off, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a falcon with its wings spread, its sharp and cold eagle eyes looking down from above.

Half of the house sank into the sand, the black roof was intact, and the walls showed signs of repair.

It's just that there is no one here, and there is no sound, it is as quiet as a tomb.

The car circled around the house and stopped outside the iron gate that couldn't see its original color.

Zhou Lian put on fingerless gloves, took out his usual light automatic submachine gun, wrapped a bundle of bullets around his waist, opened the car door in a defensive posture, and jumped out.

Du Yu silently changed his position and sat in the driver's seat. He held a common 45ACP in his right hand on the steering wheel. He thought it was enough for self-defense. —It turned out that this was not a wise choice.

With a restrained body, standing on the ground is almost as high as the roof, and the shadow cast directly covers the entire door.He knocked on the door and asked, "Is anyone there?"

Du Yu's gaze followed the other person's back through the car window, his head rested on the back of the chair, his slightly drooping eyelids looked very lazy.

Zhou Lian knocked on the door three times in a row, but there was no answer, so he stepped back and kicked it!The dust from the roof and walls fell...

The door swung open, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated a small floor of the house covered with messy footprints.

"I'm choking to death cough, cough..." Zhou Lian fanned away the dust on his face, turned his neck back, and glared at Du Yu who was sitting in the car; the latter just happened to lower his head and didn't look at him.

Zhou Lian stooped into the dark house. The moment his soles hit the ground, blazing fires and deafening gunshots erupted in the darkness!

Du Yu was startled by the noise, and saw that Zhou Lian's tall body, who had just stepped through the door, was hit by countless bullets, blood splattering everywhere!

is a trap.

He reacted in an instant, controlled the steering wheel with his hands dripping with cold sweat, and slammed on the accelerator with his feet to make the car rush forward!

However, at the moment when he focused his attention on the front, a person who appeared from nowhere was stopping in front of the car—the subconscious reflex of seeing an obstacle to avoid made him act before judgment, and immediately turned the front of the car Bump to the right!

On the other side, about five or six people came out of the house stepping on Zhou Lian's corpse. One of them, a short red-haired man, sprinted as fast as an eagle, and caught up with Du Yu while the vehicle was being blocked. !Leaped up and grabbed the lower edge of the car window with both hands——

The suddenly changed direction of the car body was thrown outwards, Du Yu struggled to stabilize his figure, and when he turned his head, he saw a face with sunken cheeks close at hand!The man with shaved head and a few tufts of red hair on the top of his head had bulging eyes and roared excitedly. His upper body was leaning against the edge of the window trying to squeeze into the cab!

He drove with his left hand and shot with his right hand, but the other party had already predicted his movement, and while avoiding the bullet with his head tilted, the dagger tied between his wrists pierced his neck!

Du Yu managed to avoid the fatal blow by leaning his upper body to the right, but it was a pity that the space in the car was so small that no matter how quick his reflexes were, he couldn't use it. A large stream of blood surged as the sharp blade was drawn out!The warm rusty smell permeates the tip of the nose...

With his backhand, he hit the man's hideous face several times with the butt of his gun!He knocked off the bridge of the other's nose, and immediately felt the sticky blood on his fingers, then freed his other hand to open the left door, and slammed the accelerator to the end!

Under the double bumps caused by the sudden acceleration of the car and the loss of stability of the door, the red-haired man loosened his hands and fell into the sand run over by the wheels...

Du Yu closed the car door again, and there were several gunshots from behind!

The bullets ping-pong-pong hit the armored shell and bullet-proof glass of the vehicle body, causing negligible bullet-mark damage.

He touched his left shoulder with his right hand holding the gun, and hot blood gushed out continuously. The knife pierced deeply into his flesh just now. foreseeable consequences.

Looking in the rearview mirror, the group of people did not chase after them, and there were no cars or other vehicles parked near the house.

Can't they chase?Still not NFDJ want to chase?

Du Yu didn't have time to think about it, he ran towards an unknown direction, swirling up dust and smoke.

***

No.18 nights away from the canyon.

The night in the desert is like a winter that never dawns, and the car parked on the back slope of the dune is the only light source left in the cold night.

In the cab full of blood and alcohol, Du Yu was treating his trauma. He took off one end of the gauze held in his mouth, tied it up with one hand, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

He drove at the fastest speed for 6 hours without anyone chasing him. This distance may not be safe, but he needed to rest; he leaned on his back and panted for 5 minutes, and only slowly put on his clothes when his skin felt cold.

Then he swallowed the food without taste and drank half a bottle of water.

There are many things to sort out and think about at present, but once he thinks about what happened today, his mind will suffer from dull pain and blankness.

Now he just wants to rest.

He held the gun, closed his eyes, and fell asleep like this.

Du Yu had a dream, a rare dream of himself when he was a child.

At that time, he was still living in a gorgeous and spacious house, and he was troubled by practicing the piano every day, because his sister laughed at him for being lazy, and his mother hadn't talked to him for a week.

He decided to wait for his mother to come home on Friday and play a piece of music perfectly in front of her, so that her mother would pay attention to him.

……

After that, he didn't wait for his mother to come home, and his body grew up.

Someone taught him how to sew a wound with his own hands. They used pig skin for practice. The other person patted his head and said, "I can't see it. You are very suitable for delicate things."

Then, he was so disturbed by the rustling noise that he had a splitting headache, and finally opened his eyes unbearably disturbed——

It was still a narrow cab, his legs and waist were sore and swollen due to keeping the same posture for a long time, and the wound on his left shoulder was hot and numb, showing faint symptoms of inflammation.

Du Yu moved his neck and looked back at the rear space of the car.

——The door of the car was ajar, the night wind mixed with sand was blowing in, and a box containing weapons and ammunition was open.

He threw away his pistol/gun, went to count the number, and there was no reduction.

Du Yu picked out a light submachine gun in his hand, and after confirming that there were enough bullets in the chamber to shoot a living person into a sieve, he jumped out of the open car door.

The light inside the car dimly shone on the sand, and he said to the bottom of the car: "—come out."

"I won't say it a second time." He said again.

Half a minute, or 1 minute.

Anyway, just before his patience ran out, a person slowly poked his head out from under the car - Du Yu immediately aimed his gun at that head.

"No, no, no...don't kill me."

Soft, showing weakness, like the sound of sand in honey.

"Stand up." Du Yu ordered.

The owner of the voice quickly climbed out of the car, but instead of standing up immediately, he raised his head and looked at him.

Half of the other party's face was wrapped in a scarf, only a pair of black eyes were exposed, with deep eye sockets and bright pupils, like a clear spring hidden in a valley, with a few locks of hair on the forehead sweeping the ends of his eyebrows.

Du Yu somehow thought of some furry animals with their harmless and docile eyes.

The scarf was pulled down, and it was a face of indeterminate age. It was reasonable to say that he was 17 or 27 years old; the chin was pointed, the tip of the nose was slightly raised, and he stared at him with wide eyes and prayers.

"I'll be obedient, don't kill me."

The author has something to say:

finally meet...

Yu: Forgot me again (.

Du: Love at first sight for the Nth time.