Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

"Oh, is this the fox that Weisu has been obsessed with?" Gojo Satoru stood in the snow, looking at the cage hanging behind Weisu's snowmobile with novelty, "It's not much different from the previous foxes, it's the little one. A little bit, is it a small body, or is it a minor?"

Gojo Satoru put his hand into the gap of the cage and teased the fox like teasing a cat with a cat teasing stick.

"Be careful, that fox is wild and unruly. It's a stinky fox." Weisu's mouth was so pouted that he could hang an oil bottle, and he seemed to dislike foxes in cages very much.

As if understanding Weisu's words, the fluffy group in the cage let out a menacing whimper from its throat while blowing its fur. Seeing that Gojo Satoru had invaded its small space, it bit down reflexively.

[kp: Gojo Satoru dodges 901D100=94 failed]

[kp: Strange thing, when did Gojo Satoru become so weak? ]

[Weisu: Could it be that she was infected by Anna's nonsense? I think they have never slept together. ]

[kp: Although I also think it's weird, can you stop saying that non-qi infection is the same as athlete's foot infection. ]

[Shiraishi: ...]

"Wow!" Wujo Wujo raised his hand in pain, and the little fox bit his hand, with all four feet in the air but refused to let go.

Look carefully, the fox is still kicking its legs in the air from time to time, so that it can bite deeper.

"Bad boy, let go!" Gojo Satoru tried to command the fox, but the fox who had acted like it could understand human speech just now refused to cooperate at all, not only biting harder, but also uttering fox words and fox words with unknown meaning from its throat .

Weisu shrugged and sighed, "I told you before, that fox is a stinky fox."

While proud of his profound knowledge, Weisu felt a pain in the back of his head. When he looked back, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his fist: "Don't just make sarcastic remarks, but go help."

Nakahara Nakaya used to stuff a copper pocket watch into the cage, and Gojo Satoru was quickly released by the fox like a chew toy that was thrown away after use, and then the fox turned around and pounced on the new favorite at an even faster speed.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Although the pain in his hands didn't stop, his heart began to ache... His charm was actually no match for a tattered pocket watch...

"Ah! That's my trophy!" Weisu squeezed Gojo Satoru away in disbelief, grabbed the cage with both hands and shook it, "Back it back! Damn stinky fox!!!"

The fox was holding a pocket watch in its mouth, and leaned against the corner of the cage, showing contemptuous disdain towards Weisu.

"I'm going to kill you." The hunter ruthlessly poked the barrel of the gun into the cage and pressed it against the fox's small head.

"Stop making trouble," Zhong Yuan said tiredly, separating the human from the fox, and inadvertently pushed Wutiao Wu further away (Wujo Wu: ...), "It's someone else's stuff, so what's the use of snatching it from you?" ?”

"I am willing!" The hunter was lifted by the back of the neck, struggling in the air in the same posture as the fox, "I just want to kill him! The defeated fox, even if I melt the pocket watch and make it tickle, I won't give it to it! "

"Woo! Woooo!" The fox huddled up in the corner of the cage, barking at Weisu.

Weisu refused to admit defeat and barked after Zhiwa.

The fox froze for a moment, then barked even louder.

Zhongyuan Zhong also almost fancied them into two wrong little animals, and when he found Gojo Satoru who was watching the play with arms folded, he suddenly blushed.

Weisu, do you remember that you are 32 years old, not 3 or 2 years old! ?

Gojo Satoru: "Do they have enmity?"

"..." Zhong Yuan's face gradually faded, and he nodded in shame, "Yes."

Weisu untied the rope, made a snare at the end of the rope, and placed it at the foot of the corpse.

[Weisu: By the way, kp, do foxes eat canned meat? ]

[kp: An omnivorous animal that eats everything. ]

[Weisu: That would be very convenient. ]

Weisu opened the can of luncheon meat with a can opener. Looking at the luncheon meat heated by his body temperature, the plump and firm meat, the salty and attractive aroma, it has already exceeded the usual dinner time. He gurgled in hindsight, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth honestly.

As the saying goes, if you are reluctant to part with luncheon meat, you can't get a little fox.

The dedicated hunter wiped his saliva and reluctantly placed the jar five centimeters outside the trap as bait.

[kp: Weisu listening 501D100=28 success]

The rustling sound came from the cave where Weisu came in, from far to near.

Weisu turned off the flashlight, and the cave was plunged into darkness. He hid behind the corpse diagonally opposite the trap.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The little fox sticks its head out of the hole cautiously, sniffing around for traces of intruders, and in the contest of retrieval and hiding, the hunter is better.

The aroma of the cans also played a role in confusing, and the ratio of it to Weisu's own efforts in hiding success was about 99:1.

[Weisu: How can I be so good! ]

[kp: The stealth initial value of 20 is outrageous if it can be successfully countered. ]

The little fox jumped down from the hole and landed lightly. While sniffing the scent in the air, the little fox wagged its tail and headed towards the canned luncheon meat and the pierced corpse.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Ding dong", the empty lunch can was kicked down, making a crisp sound on the ground, and at the same time giving a signal for the hunter to close the net.

Vesu tugged at the rope in his hand, and the weight on the other end of the rope told him he hadn't missed.

"Браво (Awesome)!"

The hunter turned on the flashlight again and pointed it in the direction of the fox. Sure enough, a quadruped with red fur was struggling desperately on the rope.

"It's a shame you didn't make any sound," Weisu jumped out happily, "I thought I missed it~"

As he spoke, Weisu stretched out his hand to grab the back of the fox's neck.

Generally speaking, cats and canines have this kind of biological characteristics. When they are pinched by the nape of their necks, they will instinctively admit cowardice.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

But the fox in front of him was not an ordinary mammal carnivorous canine. It pretended to be quiet in Weisu's hands. After being lifted from the rope, it bit towards the hunter's chest in a blink of an eye.

[kp: Weisu dodge 301D100=77 failed]

The aggressive hunter was caught by the fox without noticing it for a while.

"You lied to me! Despicable!" Weisu grabbed the fox's fur and tried hard, reflexively trying to tear the fox off his body.

[kp: Weisu power 401D100=29 success]

"It's stabbed—" The fox who was biting the cloth on Weisu's chest was torn apart along with the cloth and flung to the wall.

Weisu touched his chest, and the military kettle where the vodka was placed was gone!

[kp: Weisu reconnaissance 801D100=14 extremely difficult to succeed]

The excellent eyesight bestowed by God allowed Weisu to spot the fox with his vodka in his mouth at the first time. Its sharp teeth biting the iron box reflected eye-catching eyes under the illumination of the flashlight.

"Hey! Fox! Shut up!" Weisu said politely, "Let's sit down and have a good talk! Don't bite anymore! Although the kettle is made of iron, it is easy to be poked!"

Fox: (*｀ー')

Fox: ('^`)

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Nakahara was also worried about entering the cave because he didn't hear the gunshots and didn't receive the signal from Weisu, but he only saw the fox who got along with Weisu (physically).

To be precise, it was the fox whining and biting an empty iron kettle with a hole in it, while clawing at Weisu's face. Weisu's goggles were extremely effective, weakening the power of the fox's claws to a minimum.

Fox fur and fragments of Weisu's clothes flew everywhere, and the smell of sulfur in the air was diluted by the smell of alcohol. Each person and fox fought as if they had drunk fake wine, but the damage caused was less than 5.

"Chuya! Hurry up! I've caught this vicious stinky fox! Finish it soon!!!"

"Wooooow! (Fox swearing)"

Seeing the hip flask with a hole in the fox's mouth, Zhong Yuanzhong understood everything.

"Hahaha..." Wutiaowu patted his thigh and laughed non-stop after hearing the grievances between Weisu and the fox, "It actually bitten off my most beloved vodka, this fox is really clever!"

Weisu raised his gun at Gojo Satoru with a blank expression: "Hey, Gojo, this is a more serious issue than the American Civil War, me and that stinky fox, whose side are you standing by?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Don't arbitrarily raise this kind of personal grievance to the level of the collapse of the country."

Gojo Satoru thought for a while and replied, "Sure enough, it's a fox. After all, it's relatively weak. Apart from biting me, it won't point a gun at me like you. From the perspective of security, it's relatively high."

Nakahara Chuya: "Don't answer seriously, it's making the situation more and more complicated!"

Weisu was heartbroken: "Everyone was deceived by that fox's fur! Either it's furry or it's good. Can't you see the evil heart under the red fur!?"

Gojo Satoru said seriously: "I can't see it, and to Mr. Gojo, those who don't want to part with luncheon meat and only use empty cans to deceive foxes are even more evil."

"That's luncheon meat!" Weisu grabbed Gojo Satoru by the collar, "The most important preserved food besides vodka! I hid it secretly! I plan to eat it alone at night—"

[kp: ah. ]

[Wesu: Ah. ]

[Shiraishi: Ah. ]

Gojo Satoru looked at Nakahara Chuya, and Nakahara Chuya's face was cast with a dark shadow because of the light and shadow effect or out of personal will--it didn't look easy to mess with.

"Weisu, do you remember how old you are?" Zhongya Nakahara sat on a chair with his elbows on his knees, looking directly into Weisu's eyes.

Weisu: "Yes, 32 years old."

"At the age of 32, fighting with a fox can be said to be a childlike innocence, but at the age of 32, a person who has severe stomach problems and cut off half of his stomach bag can't manage his body well..." Chuya Nakahara's gaze seemed to have substantial pressure, Forcibly suppressing Weisu's arrogance, "Is it okay to not drink a drop of alcohol in the next life?"

[Weisu: Zhong is also joking...]

[kp: You don’t need psychology, let me tell you, China is also serious. ]

[Weisu: I... am an alcoholic Russian, a hunter who cannot give up vodka even with blood and instinct...]

[kp: so what. ]

"..." Wei Su hugged Nakahara Chuya's waist and cried, "No! Chuya, I was wrong! Don't take alcohol out of my life! I am alcohol, and alcohol is me. Without alcohol, I am nothing. Weisu, it’s just pure water! No matter how long it soaks in fruits and snakes, it will only rot and stink!!!”

Gojo Satoru is holding a melon and eating beside him: This metaphor sounds really fresh~

Nakahara Chuya glanced at Weisu with a half-smile, walked straight to the driver's seat of the snowmobile without saying a word.

Weisu, who was pulling Zhongya in the Central Plains, also moved along with him.

[Wei Su: Oh, although the drinking buddy is ruthless and unreasonable, his waist is really thin! ]

[Shiraishi Atsushi: Let me touch it too. ]

[Weisu: If you want to touch it, touch your Qingren, he has become a girl now, even if you develop the plot of R22, you can—]

[kp: no. ]

[Bai Shidun: How should I put it, unmarried men and women are unmarried, and the real relationship is out of five clothes——]

[kp: no. ]

[kp: If you dare to attack Haruto, it will be your fate. ]

[Shiraishi:? ]

The four-wheel-drive van drove towards the gathering place below, passing through a dense forest that seemed to have been hit by a typhoon.

Large tracts of trees were toppled here and there, broken wood thorns appeared one after another, and many were even crushed into tiny pieces.

Gojo Satoru let out a "wow" and stepped on the accelerator to pass by: "It's really too much, ordinary bears, big snow monsters, etc. can't destroy this place like this, maybe a three-story-high snake rolled here hahaha... ..."

——Ahahaha, you are so tall.

For a moment, Shiraishi couldn't tell if Gojo Satoru was joking or for real.

If there are monsters like that in Snow Mountain, no matter where they hide, they will surely die!

[Atsushi Shiraishi: ... OK. ]

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The author has something to say:

Wow, today I went to the Golden Arch to collect wool, and I passed by the tea, there were so many people (infinite loop), I was so scared that I ran away with my wallet.

Huh, fortunately I run fast, otherwise I would have joined them.

感谢在2022-08-2123:59:13~2022-08-2223:43:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Yunkong Buji; 1 bottle of Luoshui [-]th Street;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!