I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Looking at the back of me squatting on the ground and constantly busy, a flash of disapproval suddenly flashed in the director's eyes...

"Dude, I'm not hitting you, it's been almost three hours since we were attacked, you..."

"do not bother me…"

After coldly leaving a sentence, I ignored his depressed expression, first took out the communicator to check the time, then peeled off the branches on my head and flew into the sky, looked at the red sun that had not yet set, and scanned The area around the eyes finally fell back to the ground, with a faint gleam in the eyes...

"The bloodstains on the leaves and the ground are very scarce, which means that they either didn't die, or they didn't die here on the spot. Can this rule out the warlike primitive tribe you just mentioned?"

The tour guide was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head to retort...

"Not necessarily, if they take the spoils back and cut off their heads, it's also possible..."

I nodded, agreeing with his point of view...

"You're right, but I think it's very unlikely because I found this..."

Lengthening the gap between the tones, I opened my palm to meet his curious gaze, revealing a broken arrow, and continued my analysis...

"This kind of spear-throwing arrow is easy to make. Although it is a stone arrow, it is very powerful with the assistance of the spear-throwing device. However, since every scientific researcher in Huaxia enters the rainforest wearing body armor, according to normal In other words, apart from the limbs and head, other parts are impossible to be injured..."

"Combined with the blood on the ground, the blood loss of the scientific research personnel is not large, so they should have suffered minor injuries of varying degrees. I know the man with the explosive head. Since he dared to enter the no-man's land, he will inevitably let everyone Everyone is armed, so now comes the problem..."

I lit a cigarette, wiped the yellow powder from the arrowhead, and puffed...

"Our people were only slightly injured, which shows that they must have the ability to fight back, but in this case, why are they still captured by the natives?"

A gleam in the guide's eyes...

"Does this mean that the spear is poisoned?"

I nodded and handed the arrow in my hand to the guide...

"That's right, the poison is poisoned on the spear, so why don't you use something that will kill you instead of something that will make you stunned?"

He took the arrow and frowned...

"How do you know that this poison makes people unconscious?"

I didn't answer the question immediately, but used the mechanical flying claws to push away the nearby weeds, exposing a whole dense footprint on the ground, and after taking two steps forward, I turned my head and signaled him to follow. Just replied without hesitation...

"I advise you not to touch the arrow above, it is the nectar brewed from rhododendron leaves and pollen, plus the sap of oleander, the three are fused together, and the powder is made after drying. As long as it enters the bloodstream, within 3 minutes you will have salivation, followed by nausea and vomiting, skin tingling, muscle weakness, blurred vision, slow heartbeat, and finally complete loss of mobility..."

Hearing this, the director was scared out of his wits, quickly threw away the arrow in his hand, and followed my pace, the speed was as fast as throwing a pile of fresh feces...

"Damn, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

I ignored his complaints, but laughed as I walked, bringing the topic back by the way...

"So if these aborigines are a primitive tribe that is warlike and respects force, then they will definitely use the poison that will kill you, not this kind of poison that causes people to stun. Do you think I am right?"

The tour guide nodded thoughtfully, but then shook his head as if suddenly remembering something...

"No, according to the symptoms you just mentioned, you will die if you are poisoned by this poison. According to the hunting method of the aborigines, they will shoot the prey first, then hide in the dark and follow them, and wait for the prey to die from the poison..."

I curled my lips and interrupted it directly...

"The fatality rate of this kind of poison is very low, it just loses the ability to move. It can be detoxified with charcoal and water. Otherwise, cannibals would not dare to eat it. Besides, the poison that will kill you is not easy to make. Look at that... "

I glanced at a big tree covered in black thorns not far away, and raised my chin...

"Have you seen that tree? Its scientific name is the sandbox tree. The leaves, bark and seeds can be used as medicine, but the roots can make people suffer from intestinal cramps and crazy diarrhea. This thing itself is highly poisonous. , but what is really powerful is not it, but the thing lying on top of it now..."

The tour guide is not uninformed. When he saw a little spider lying on the tree, he suddenly became fascinated, and hurriedly moved closer to me, his face was still in shock...

I smiled and patted his shoulder...

"Don't be afraid, although the wandering spider is the most poisonous spider certified by the Guinness Book of World Records, it will not actively hurt people under normal circumstances, let alone you are so far away from it, but many primitive tribes will use it Toxin to smear the arrow, that is the real blood seal..."

The tour guide should know the existence of the wandering spider, but not its characteristics, so after hearing the explanation, he breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to me in admiration...

"It's really hard to imagine that you are so familiar with this place, and even know about primitive tribes. Could it be that you were a tour guide before?"

I didn't answer, I just stretched out my hand to hold him back, and looked down at the footprints on the ground. I knew it in my heart, and then handed him the climbing rope...

"Come on, tie the rope yourself, I already know where the primitive tribe is..."

Seeing that I was so confident, the director's eyes suddenly flashed a look of disbelief, and then he flattened his mouth. He reluctantly took the rope and started to tie himself. Taking advantage of this gap, he asked several questions...

"Why are you…"

However, I didn't let him say a single question, so I grabbed his arm and activated the flight function of the jets on the soles of my feet. serious...

That's right, since it has just rained, the footprints on the ground should not be clear...

But I can see footprints, which means that some natives must have come here just now, maybe to find the broken arrow, or maybe to re-arrange the trap, so I took a few steps forward and deliberately talked with The director made a noise in the chat, hoping to attract their attention...

It turned out that the native had left, but it didn't matter, because the traces of traps that had been placed on the ground had proved a very important thing, this was not their temporary hunting ground, but...

Long term hunting grounds!

Since it is long-term, in order to facilitate the transportation of prey, the tribe will naturally not be too far away from the hunting range, and most of the primitive tribes are built near the water, so I just need to fly into the sky and find the nearest water source...

It's just that I didn't expect...

It's only five o'clock, and the natives have already started cooking?