Chapter 558: The Butcher's Knife Raised High
In the firelight, the rabbit's fur was a gleaming orange-red, and its entire body from the waist down had disappeared, leaving only half of it.
It looked no different from other rabbits, except that it looked a little stiff and shriveled after the blood had drained out. The reason was simple: Benson had air-dried it.
It is July now. If the food is not dried in the sun or air, it will easily attract flies and may leave insect eggs in less than half a day. It will start to stink and get maggots in less than a day, making it unedible.
As a hunter, the easiest way to prevent this from happening is to remove moisture.
The water content of food directly affects the survival of microorganisms. The lower the water content, the more difficult it is for microorganisms to grow and reproduce. Without water, it is not easy to deteriorate.
Air drying and sun drying, if handled properly, can extend the shelf life to more than one month.
“Is the feeling real or fake?”
The campfire, piled up like a pointed tent, was like a snake of fire, illuminating an area of about one meter.
Bifang soaked the rabbit in water to soften it, then peeled off the skin and looked carefully under the firelight, but did not find anything abnormal. However, he did not relax, but continued to check.
The development of modern technology is actually far beyond the imagination of many people. If you know about animal protection, you may know about an implantable animal chip called AVID.
The chip is so astonishingly small that it can be contained within a tiny, smooth, animal-friendly vitreous body and fit inside a hypodermic needle.
After that, it is injected into the animal’s body, which allows some in-depth understanding without affecting the animal, and is very helpful in monitoring and understanding the animal’s condition.
This is an invention of the last century, and a patent was applied for in the early 1990s.
Later on, there is the more common RFID technology, radio frequency identification, which can be used directly on pets to help track and retrieve them.
The livestock industry uses ultra-microchips to record animal information, zoologists implant microchips in wild animals such as fish and birds for scientific research, and implanting them in pets can prevent them from getting lost.
Attenborough uses it frequently. He only needs to use a special gun to give a wild animal an injection, and he can obtain all the information It is powered by bioelectric current and does not require additional batteries. It can monitor heart rate, location, and body temperature.
It penetrates deep into the cortex and will not be easily excreted from the body.
"We usually use it on lions or tigers because people like to watch them the most. However, due to bioelectricity, the signal is not always there. It can be sent about once an hour. If the distance is too far, the time will be longer."
These are Attenborough's original words.
This is what Bifang has to guard against. If his movements are discovered now and what he does every night is known, the anxious Japanese government may directly deport him.
But Bifang couldn't find it after searching for a long time. He put the rabbit down, still puzzled: "Am I really overthinking? Is it just hostility between competitors?"
With more experiences, Bifang pays more attention to some intuitive things.
Although the ultra-micro chip is extremely small, it is also close to the size of a grain of rice. If it really exists, wouldn’t the other party worry that it would suddenly be found out when eating?
Turning it over and over, it seems to be just a very ordinary rabbit.
Since it was just a suspicion and there was no substantial evidence, Bifang did not tell anyone else to avoid misunderstanding. Otherwise, if someone asked him why he felt there was a problem, how should he answer?
Are you saying that you just feel there is something wrong?
To get things clear, he didn't just throw the rabbit away.
Otherwise, you can just throw it away. No matter if it's your fans or other people asking you, you can just say that you ate it. Anyway, if the other party hasn't tampered with it, they won't know. If they have tampered with it, you will expose yourself instead.
After touching it for a long time, it seems to be just an ordinary rabbit.
After being stunned for a while, Bifang threw the rabbit, skin and meat included, into the fire pit. Gradually, a burnt smell spread out.
When it was completely turned into a pile of charcoal, Bifang patted his butt, extinguished the bonfire, and moved to another position.
Half an hour later.
A footprint was placed where Bifang had sat, and the boots crushed the dry soil into powder.
The torch shone sideways on Benson's old face, with light and dark interweaving. His tall nose cast a shadow. One of his eyes was hidden in the shadow, while the other was cold and expressionless.
With his crossbow, Benson dug up the compacted soil and skillfully picked up a handful of wet charcoal ash, hoping to use it to determine when the other party left. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong, brought the clay in his hand closer to smell it, and his face changed instantly: "Shit, it's urine!"
In order to prevent forest fires, people usually put out the fire first, then water it, or put out the fire by watering it, and finally fill it with soil.
Lowering the temperature, isolating oxygen, blocking flammable materials, and restoring the environment are his fixed procedures.
Before leaving, Bifang just happened to have to pee, so he just did it together. It was definitely not intentional.
As a professional hunter, it is common to greet shit and piss. Benson shook his hands and cursed inwardly.
He washed his hands with some water from a kettle, turned over the scorched earth with a small shovel, and successfully found the rabbit that had turned into charcoal.
It was roasted very crispy and had already stuck to the firewood around it.
"Didn't you eat? So cautious? Or do you have some doubts?" Benson asked three questions in a row, and then began to doubt himself, "This shouldn't be..."
Who would doubt a weak, pitiful and helpless old man?
The two parties have never met each other, and I have never been exposed.
Benson felt his gray stubble and felt a little awkward.
The meeting between the two parties was completely an accident. He wanted to make some extra money but never expected to meet Bifang.
Thinking of the losses this guy had caused to the company, Bosen felt that he needed to solve some troubles.
He never expected that the other party was so wary of him. He kept his distance from him as soon as they met, so that Benson could only give away half a rabbit to ease the embarrassment.
He thought it was just the natural vigilance of hunters, but when he looked at the half-burnt rabbit, Benson lost his composure.
I seldom show up in public, so Bifang should have no impression of me. How could this be possible?
Benson took out his cell phone, and the flashing signal on it coincided with his own location.
This is the location sent half an hour ago. There is still half an hour before the next reality.
At the moment, Benson was struggling over whether to continue. If the other party was aware of his presence, then he would be on guard and the success rate of the attack would be high...
As an old hunter in his fifties, Borson did not think he was anything special. Instead, he was cautious in everything. He was past the age of blind arrogance. The fact that he had survived in this business for so long and could continue to do it said it all.
Everything he does is to increase the chances of success as much as possible.
To this end, the first three days of the competition can be used to make suitable parts and rapiers.
"Well, let's talk about it later and see if there is any chance next time."
Benson propped himself up from the ground, holding the torch, and returned along the same path.
As he got older, he felt physically exhausted and often didn't want to lead the team.
The company has many businesses, including fur, pets, medicinal materials, meat, etc., but there is another business that is equally rewarding.
That is to help people hunt.
There are always some rich people who like to try something different. They have a lot of money, women, drugs and drugs, and they are tired of playing with them. They want something more exciting.
For example, killing a lion with a crossbow arrow.
He drove an off-road vehicle at full speed on the African savannah, shooting crossbow arrows with power comparable to bullets at the fleeing lions, piercing them with one shot.
The sense of accomplishment from hunting is unparalleled.
But these wealthy people are not interested in learning how to hunt; all they want is to strike and enjoy watching the creatures at the top of the food chain flee in panic before their eyes.
They need a skilled guide, a competent bodyguard, and an outlaw who doesn't care about the law.
Such a hunt can often bring in hundreds of thousands of Ugly Knives.
Berson is well aware of this.
No one is more experienced than him, polar bears, jaguars, Siberian tigers, Barbary lions, oh, the Barbary lions are extinct.
Berson tapped his head, sneered at his confusion, and finally disappeared into the forest.
In fact, Bifang guessed completely wrong. There was nothing wrong with the rabbit. It was not poisoned and there was no chip tracking. It was just an ordinary rabbit.
The real problem is the drones given by the Japanese government.
But it is not collusion. Each contestant’s drone has a number, so tampering with it is not a big problem at all.
Even if Benson tried his best to think, he would never have imagined that there would be such a gift as beast intuition in the world. Just one encounter would make people suspicious.
What is even more unexpected is...
"So, this guy really has a problem?"
On the screen that no one could see, everything that Benson did stealthily, until he left, was seen by someone.
Bifang was holding a small wicker basket filled with big, sweet blackberries, which made her mouth water. She was watching Benson digging a hole on the screen with great interest.
The only question is, who is this guy?
Sent by the Japanese government? Have they discovered my abnormality?
"It shouldn't be like this." Bifang swallowed a blackberry and found it unbelievable.
If the Japanese government really wants to discover itself, it can just take a hard approach and completely take the initiative. Why is it doing these things in secret?
Why did he deliberately find an old man to keep an eye on him, and he’s an old man from abroad?
Bifang was secretly worried.
On the other side, Mugalen was also worried.
Japan is a country that loves to hold festivals. Most festivals are held once a year to celebrate the gods, seasons or historical events.
Some festivals even last for several days, the most famous of which are the Kanda Festival in Tokyo, the Tenjin Festival in Osaka, and the Gion Festival in Kyoto.
The Pig Hunting Festival is a small local festival, but it is held every year before the start of the pig hunting season to pray for a good harvest this year.
Similar to spring plowing and ancestor worship, it is a custom that has been passed down from a long time ago.
This year's dolphin hunting season festival has begun. On the narrow Dolphin Bay beach, a huge bonfire is burning. In the dark night, the thick smoke can still be clearly felt.
The fishermen from Taiji Town gathered around, taking turns pouring sake, singing and dancing, celebrating a good harvest this year and a good price for their fish.
"I can't take a picture. It's too far away." Mugalun was so worried that his eyebrows dropped. The camera only showed a large ball of bright orange fire. If he got closer, he would see plainclothes policemen all around, eyeing him eagerly.
These people looked around, and Mugalen could tell something was wrong at a glance, so he didn't dare to get close. Besides, he was a foreigner with a very different facial feature, so it would be more obvious if he went any closer.
If it were Bifang, he might be able to sneak in directly.
Unfortunately, Bifang also has his own difficulties. Everyone in Taiji Town knows that there is a powerful black bear hunter in the area. When walking on the street, even if not everyone knows him, seven out of ten people have seen him.
Mugalen sighed again and looked at the two mountains around him, wondering if he could go there to find a better angle.
"Hey! Who's that over there? Hey, stop! Don't run!"
A flashlight suddenly shone behind Mugalen, leaving a long shadow.
When Mugalun heard the voice behind him, he shuddered and ran away. In the dense jungle, his flashlight was flashing everywhere, and in a moment, he disappeared.
Several patrolmen were breathing heavily, holding their knees, and still shouting, "Don't run."
"No, he's running so fast."
"Is the other person a person?"
"It seems to be a person. Did you see what he looks like?"
"No, I didn't see it. He's too flexible."
"Wait, I think I just took a picture."
A patrolman took out his cell phone and handed it to everyone with great interest.
With the back severely blurred, a creature that could barely be seen in human form was hiding among the woods. The light shone on him, the light and shadow were blurred , the exposure was severe, and the limbs were twisted.
If it were posted online, it would surely be on par with the U.S. Mothman and Scotland's Loch Ness Monster and become a forest monster legend in Taiji Town... What the hell!
The rest of the colleagues all looked sullen, with a hint of anger in their eyes.
"Keep looking, they really have helpers, we'll catch him tonight!"
Somewhere in the forest.
The bright silver light of the knife is dazzling.
Sato looked at the mountain. Less than half a day after resting, all the ghost hunters chose to enter the forest again to look for the traces they had tracked during the day.
The huge black bear footprints showed their extraordinaryness, and Sato took a deep breath.
“Try to be number one tonight.”
In the volcanic mountains of Honshu, there are fleeing voyeurs, tracking police officers, hunters staying up late, and old men with unknown goals.
Everyone has different goals, but they are closely connected and rushing towards the final direction.
…
Early morning of July 15th.
Bifang stands on the top of the highest mountain nearby. From here you cannot see Dolphin Bay, but you can overlook the Buddhist temple and the sea.
The wind chimes on the five-story pagoda seem to echo the whistles on the sea.
Standing here, you can directly feel the humid, salty sea breeze.
The weather is clear today, the sea is sparkling, and flocks of seagulls are hovering on the sea. When the opportunity arises, they dive into the sea and swallow the fresh prey into their stomachs.
Inside the hotel, rows of computers are placed in front, with cameras installed on them.
Everyone felt uneasy.
Richard had not been able to sleep since the ceremony last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear the wailing of dolphins surrounding his ears.
Sharp and harsh.
Dozens of fishing boats left the port, and a bloody massacre was about to begin.
