Pet King

In the night, in order to collect as many clues as possible, Zhang Zi'an asked Mrs. Miller about all of Meghan's hobbies and habits, as well as Mike's personality and physical characteristics. Mrs. Miller cooperated very well and knew everything until nearly midnight. Mrs. Le went back to the room in the back room, Zhang Zi'an stayed in the outside room and slept together.

Since public opinion reversed and the media rendered Meghan as a runaway girl, Mrs. Miller was under great pressure, and her fear of her daughter's safety was almost tense, but no one would listen to her. Veteran Mike believes her, but he is taciturn and is not a suitable person to talk to. Until she pours out something that has been stagnant in her heart to Zhang Zi'an for a long time, she feels relieved in her heart, like a burden on her shoulders. I gave a part to Zhang Zi'an ... So, this night was the only night she had fallen asleep in more than half a month.

Zhang Zi'an did not sleep for too long, mainly because he was not used to the living environment and the forest at night. In addition, the specimen of the deer head was creepy reflected by the fire of the fireplace. Finally, he found a cloth and covered it. I slept in the past, and woke up nervously whenever there was a broken branch or broken leaves trampled on the outside, but I saw that the elves were sleeping soundly, at least they seemed to be sleeping soundly. It was the harmless little animal that humans and animals ran past, so they continued to sleep again.

The night I lived in the wooden house was a perfect transition before entering the forest. Otherwise, if I camped in a tent directly in the forest, I was probably ten times more stressed. Now, there is a solid wooden house as a barrier instead of a roof. Thin tent.

the next morning.

When Mrs. Miller opened the door from the back room, he rolled up and sat up, wiping his face.

The chalet does not have running water, and all the water comes by itself, which makes life quite inconvenient.

The two ate something casually, Zhang Zi'an resigned and set off—the forest was dawning early and it was getting dark early, and he had to make the most of the time during the day to hurry.

The cabin could barely receive the mobile phone signal, but the signal strength was not enough to surf the Internet. He sent the GPS coordinates of the cabin by SMS to Xiao Xue, who was still in the United States, and friends in China.

Mrs. Miller fell asleep and was in a better state of mind. She asked him if she expected to come out a few days. The implication was that she would call the police if she did not come out within a few days.

He didn't dare to assert that there were too many problems involved. For example, he was a novice and had no experience with a single person hiking in the forest. He couldn't estimate his own course. For example, if he found an abnormal situation and tracked it down, God knew it. How long, in the end, he gave a vague answer for seven days.

After coming here, he was like a mirror in his heart. In case of any danger, he was trapped in the forest. It is hopeless to expect the police to carry out an efficient search and rescue. To that extent, the police are useless.

The trekking bag is ready, big and heavy. It contains tents, moisture-proof mats, pots, bowls, raw rice, canned food, camping supplies and food such as compressed dry food, chocolate, and even cat watering basins and drinking water. I brought only a small amount because the water was too heavy and there was no shortage of water in the redwood forest. I could drink it after filtering and disinfecting.

Feimas carried a cricket, which contained part of the elves' food, to help him reduce the burden.

When he had just picked up his hiking bag, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain, and he almost fell over, and Mrs. Miller quickly helped.

"So heavy, is that okay?" She asked worriedly.

Veteran Mike and Zhang Zi'an have completely different painting styles when entering the forest. The former carried a gun and went in. The latter almost seemed to move.

"No problem, I didn't master the balance just now."

Zhang Zi'an walked a few steps while holding the wall, and gradually mastered the trick. The body should lean forward at an angle so that the center of gravity of the upper body and the backpack fall directly above the legs so that they can walk normally.

As a novice hiker, he wanted to take everything with him, for fear of missing things and encountering food shortages, which caused his backpack to become heavier. He didn't know for himself, how far can he go in the forest with such a heavy bag?

This is not a problem of his physical incompetence, but a problem of adaptability. Like some workers who are accustomed to carrying heavy objects, their physical strength is not much stronger than him, but their bodies, muscles and nerves have adapted, so the heavy objects on their backs are still walking. fly.

"Phimas, let's go."

He held a trekking pole to help maintain balance and greeted Feimas to lead the way.

Feimas slept in the cabin all night, remembering Mike's scent clearly, running low in front of the bark, and still waiting for him from time to time.

"Take care! Take care of yourself!" Mrs. Miller looked at his back and said away, "Bring them back!"

"Relax! Mrs. Miller, you take care!"

Zhang Zi'an was inconvenient to turn around and did not dare to stop. He was afraid that he would not be able to take a step after stopping, and clenched his fists to show confidence.

The morning mist was still permeating the woods, the air was extremely humid, and visibility was more than a dozen steps away.

The surroundings were very quiet, not even a song of a bird, as quiet as a grave, except the crackling and heavy gasping of his stepping on dry branches.

After walking for ten minutes, the cabin and Mrs. Miller had disappeared into the mist, and the elves who had been lingering for a long time finally spoke.

"Meow meow! I'm exhausted! I'm not going anymore, I'm going to go back to my phone and rest!"

The snow lion's short legs were deep and shallow on the dead leaves of the forest ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ 踉踉跄跄, was thrown to the end, and the white hair was stained with dirt and other dirty things Even more disgusting is that things like earthworms often creep under the leaves.

Zhang Zi'an was too lazy to talk and took it directly back to the phone, which would also save trouble, anyway, he did not prepare it for raw burdock.

Lao Cha first asked: "Zi'an, is that elf still alive?"

"Yes." Zhang Zi'an glanced down at the phone and gasped. "I watched it a few times last night, and now it stays in this forest. It moves very slowly in the distance, Going s-shaped in the forest is like searching for something. "

"His ... if that's the case, it might be awful ..." Laocha took a cool breath and groaned silently.

Richard couldn't stand on Zhang Zi'an's shoulders, he could only stand on the top of the backpack, but he had a wider field of vision. He jumped and said, "Quack! Why do you say that?"

Zhang Zi'an replied for Lao Cha: "Because this elf has stayed too long and has a wide range of movements, he has been here from San Francisco, neither disappeared nor captured, so it is likely to attract other players."