Chapter 89 The boy killed by a wild dog
In his dream, the river was rushing, and Qin Xiang kept struggling in the water. Finally, his head hit a rock in the river, and he fainted. When Qin Xiang woke up again, his body was soaked, and it was completely dark.
He lay by the river with his feet in the water.
His head still hurt a little, so he sat up with difficulty and rubbed the back of his head. The river here was relatively narrow, and perhaps for this reason, Qin Xiang was washed ashore and saved his life.
Qin Xiang stood up and looked around. There was no road around him. Behind him was a barren mountain. He took off his T-shirt, wrung out the water, put it back on, turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the water flow. However, after walking for a while, he found that there was no road at all.
He could only walk up the mountain. As he walked, Qin Xiang heard the barking of wild dogs in the distance.
Could it be that Qin Xiang fell into the river and was washed downstream, where he was attacked by wild dogs and eventually rescued by the hunter? Han Yun thought so outside the dream... Qin Xiang walked up the mountain, and then the scenes in the dream flashed by like fast forward, and finally stopped in the temporary house built of wood. He squatted in the corner, and the hunter next to him was already asleep and snoring.
Qin Xiang stared at the hunting rifle by the door. When it was almost dawn, he stood up quietly, walked to the door, picked up the hunting rifle, looked back at the sleeping hunter, and then walked out of the wooden house.
He carried a heavy hunting rifle and ran all the way. He didn't know how far he ran. He was too tired, so he sat down in the grass and gasped for breath. At this time, the laughter in the distance attracted Qin Xiang. He looked into the distance and found a couple having a picnic in the mountains. Han Yun knew the woman. He had looked for her. Her name was Nalan Nian, and she was now in a coma.
Qin Xiang raised his shotgun, pointed it at the man in the couple, and put his finger on the hook. He focused all his attention here, but he didn't know that the hunter had come over. At the moment when Qin Xiang pulled the trigger, the hunter grabbed Qin Xiang's ankle and pulled him back. Then the hunter directly carried Qin Xiang on his shoulders and left after confirming that the couple was fine.
The next scene is a fire in the wooden house.
The scene then shifted to a tree, where the hunter tied a red rope around the tree, then put the shotgun into the hole and buried it with a shovel. Qin Xiang was not far away, his hands and feet were tied. After burying the shotgun, the hunter came over and said to Qin Xiang, "This incident started because of you. I can't let you leave until I'm sure you won't report it to the police."
"Where did you get that hunting rifle?" Qin Xiang said, staring at the red rope on the tree.
"Don't think about this gun, there are no bullets in it." The hunter picked up the small wine bottle on his waist, unscrewed it and took a sip, then sat down and said: "This gun is an heirloom. My grandfather left it when he fought the Japanese devils. Later, it was buried by my father and finally passed to me. Occasionally, I will take it to the mountains to hunt dogs. Those wild dogs, who are hungry all day, become very ferocious. They will attack people in groups and then tear the meat off their bodies and eat it." The hunter turned his head and glanced at Qin Xiang: "You were lucky last night to meet me. The people before were not so lucky."
"Have those wild dogs really killed anyone?" Qin Xiang asked.
"Of course, I'm not kidding. When he was found, the flesh on his stomach and arms were all bitten off." After the hunter said that, he stood up , carried Qin Xiang on his back, and walked down the mountain.
Qin Xiang silently memorized this road.
The scene changed again. It was still a forest. Qin Xiang was holding a gun. Opposite him was the boy who had been crippled by him. He froze in place with a look of surprise. Then the boy knelt down and begged, "Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go."
"I'll give you ten counts to see who's faster, you or the bullet." Qin Xiang said expressionlessly, and began to count slowly: "Ten...nine..."
The boy staggered to his feet and ran deeper into the forest.
Wild dogs were barking in the distance. Seeing the boy running away, Qin Xiang curled his lips and smiled, threw the shotgun into the pit, buried it with his feet, and then walked in the direction the boy fled.
Qin Xiang was already familiar with this forest. He followed the sound of the dogs barking and soon saw the boy lying on the ground, surrounded by a group of wild dogs. "Go away, don't come over here." The boy shouted with a stick in his hand.
Qin Xiang stood not far away and watched. A group of wild dogs attacked tentatively. The boy waved his stick. At this moment, one of the wild dogs saw the opportunity and pounced on him, biting the boy's neck. Seeing this, the other wild dogs also swarmed over. Some of them bit the boy's arms, and some bit the boy's legs. Soon the boy's clothes were torn to pieces.
A piece of flesh was bitten off the boy's neck, and blood kept oozing out. Qin Xiang, who was far away, saw this scene with no expression on his face. The wild dogs were biting the boy's body crazily, and their bodies were also covered with blood. After eating and drinking, the wild dogs squatted beside the boy and licked the blood on his fur with their tongues.
When Qin Xiang saw this, he turned and left.
He knew that the boy would not go to the campus again, and would not try every means to retaliate against him. When the police found him, they could only blame the wild dogs. No one would think that it was Qin Xiang who led the boy here and let the wild dogs eat his body.
Except for the hunter... It is said that the local police asked the hunter to lead the way for the last few people who got into trouble in the forest. He is very familiar with the terrain here. Qin Xiang once told the hunter about the boy, but the hunter would not betray him. Qin Xiang is very confident about this.
Leaving the forest and going down the mountain. The house closest to the mountain was deserted except for this one room. Qin Xiang walked into the yard and opened the door. The hunter had returned. He sat cross-legged on the kang. There was a plate of peanuts on the small table in front of him. The hunter took a sip from the wine glass, threw another peanut into his mouth, and looked at Qin Xiang: "Where have you been?"
"Mountain." Qin Xiang sat on the kang, took off his shoes, and lay down beside him.
"I heard those wild dogs coming out to look for food again." The hunter poured himself another cup, looked out the window and said thoughtfully: "Their barking when they are full is different from when they are hungry. It seems that someone is going to be unlucky tonight..."
Qin Xiang didn't answer, but turned his back to the hunter, recalling the scene of the boy being bitten by a wild dog, and his mouth slightly raised, revealing an evil smile. "Does it feel good to kill someone?" The hunter said after taking another sip of wine.
