Pet King

Mrs. Miller looks like an angry lioness in front of the forest inspector, but in fact she is about to collapse. Since the disappearance of her daughter more than ten days ago, she has washed her face in tears in remorse and self-blame. Her sleep time is only two. For three hours, she was always awakened by a nightmare. When the phone rang, she always thought that her daughter had been found intact, or that she was slightly injured, as long as she was alive.

Since the forest park officially announced that the search and rescue had ended due to weather, she tried to restart the search and rescue by her own strength. After that, she distributed leaflets to every tourist she met and asked them to help find her daughter.

Everyone gave up, only she never gave up, but even her was approaching the limit.

When the car window was suddenly banged, she thought the damned inspector had changed her mind. If she was to be expelled from the county, she could not bear it. She was about to break out completely, but she saw Zhang Zi'an standing outside.

She froze, quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, and rolled down the window.

"Is Mrs. Miller? My name is ... Jeff, a Chinese tourist, but I sympathize with your encounter." Zhang Zi'an reached out and shook her hands to convey her condolences and sympathy.

"Thank you, Jeff." Mrs. Miller reluctantly squeezed a smile and shook hands with him. In recent days she has received a lot of white eyes, even if it is just empty sympathy.

"Actually ..." Zhang Zi'an turned around and pointed to his camping supplies such as tents and moisture-proof mats. "I also plan to enter this forest, hike, and be single, just like your daughter."

Mrs. Miller stared at him worriedly, and she did not want this young man, who was about the same size as her daughter, to repeat her daughter's mistakes.

"Jeff, listen to me, it's not safe in the forest. Don't go in alone, at least find a companion," she advised.

Zhang Zi'an smiled. "Mrs. Miller, I didn't enter the forest for pure adventure. I have a reason to enter the forest. In addition, you don't have to worry too much about my safety, but I will work hard."

With that said, he made a few strokes of Wing Chun, his fists and wind were fierce, and Mrs. Miller was stunned.

"Sure enough, the Chinese are masters of kung fu," she admired.

Zhang Zi'an was only to enhance her confidence and did not clarify her misunderstanding. In addition, he did not expect Kung Fu to ensure his safety in the forest, let alone him. Even if he dragged Ye Wen, he could not be singled out by a black bear or Puma. In the forest, the only thing that can guarantee safety is calmness and care, and of course the elves.

"What I want to say is that I haven't figured out the way into the forest ... so I thought, anyway, I might as well ask you which route your daughter went in, and if possible, I intend to Walking along her route, maybe it will help you find her ... "he said.

Mrs. Miller opened her eyes suddenly, covered her mouth, and stared at him in disbelief.

"Really? Are you serious? Oh my god! Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not." Zhang Zi'an solemnly said, "You can believe me, I don't believe in religion, so I won't swear to God, but I can swear to my wallet."

Mrs. Miller listened for a moment and thought that this might be the unique Chinese way of swearing without further inquiry. The most important thing was that someone was willing to help her enter the forest to find her daughter, even if he was sent by the devil of **** She didn't care much.

She glanced vigilantly at the visitor center and saw the inspector looking suspiciously at once, and said immediately, "I believe in you, but it is not convenient to speak here, come with me."

Zhang Zi'an comprehended, returned to his car, and signaled that the elves who had walked outside took a walk.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, the elves had hair moisturizing, and did not hate too cool weather, but the rising humidity made them uncomfortable.

"Who is this person?" Fina asked.

Zhang Zi'an briefly explained that her daughter had disappeared in the forest. Considering that she had participated in the search and rescue work for more than two weeks and should have a better understanding of the situation nearby, she planned to ask her about the situation and help each other.

Lao Cha agreed: "It should be so."

After Mrs. Miller's car started, he followed her.

It's getting foggy.

The visibility of the highway has become very low, and the dark forests on both sides seem to be ghosts that disappear in the fog. Zhang Zi'an can only follow the lights of the car in front, which reminds him of the Sahara desert. The driving experience during the black storm was different, one was extreme dry weather, and the other was extreme wet weather.

The two of them slowed down the vehicle, especially when turning, almost like a snail crawling, all the vehicles on the road disappeared, and the car they encountered could count even a slap. It seems that everyone is unwilling to Driving in such a foggy night is very dangerous.

Not knowing how far he had traveled, Mrs. Miller's car turned into a side road, and the road became bumpy.

After a while, the car in front stopped.

Zhang Zi'an also stopped slowly and saw a forest hut in front.

This is really a very simple, pure wooden hut, not a big country in the country. There are only two houses with firewood outside the house, like a hunting hut or a place where people hide in the mountains.

Mrs. Miller had gotten out of the car and stood at the door of the cabin to greet him.

Zhang Zi'an took the elves and followed her into the room.

"Please sit down casually, this is a place where good people lend me, because I don't want to leave, and if my daughter is found, I will see her right away."

She was busy starting the diesel generator ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, energizing the cabin, warm lights lit up, and expelled the darkness.

Then she hugged the firewood and set the fireplace, and the room became warm as the flames rose.

The sight of the elves was all attracted by a deer head on the wall. The deer head was lifelike, and the neck was made into a specimen and nailed to the wall. The round black eyes reflected the light.

Such specimens are very common in the United States. The owner of the house uses the specimen to show that he is an excellent hunter-of course, the specimen may not be made by the current owner, but the father, grandfather, or even an earlier ancestor of the current owner.

The elves were not used to it. They felt a bit cruel. Besides, wasn't they scared to stare at this deer?

"Tea or coffee?" Mrs. Miller asked.

"Tea." Zhang Zi'an said that he was very thin during the day and really needed a cup of hot tea to warm his body.

Mrs. Miller made herself a cup of tea, sat down, and sighed to Zhang Zi'an what happened after her daughter disappeared.