[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

Dao, speed up the movement of your hands.

Half an hour later, the trio set off.

Unintentional fault

Tourists lay leisurely on the roof of the car, staring at the birds in the sky, and sang long poems in the world, "...the dome is the room, the felt is the wall, the meat is the food, and the cheese is the slurry. I am always thinking about the earth, and my heart is hurting. I would like to return to my hometown for Huang Hu. I would like to return to my hometown for Huang Hu. I would like to return to my hometown for Huang Hu..."

Amidst the increasingly shrill and eager singing, the tourists stopped, and only the whistling wind remained in the air.

"Why don't you sing?" Mark asked, poking his head out of the car window.

The tourist leaned on the roof of the car and cast a contemptuous look at him, "Do you understand? Take your car."

Mark disdained, "What's so difficult about this, isn't it just that you want to turn into a bird and fly home. I really don't understand you people, what is there to return home, men should go out and roam around!"

Masaka tugged at the corner of his clothes and whispered, "Stop talking."

The tourist raised the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer, "Then let me tell you a few more words, this paragraph is sure to suit your appetite."

The tourist coughed twice, and sang in a half-playing voice: "The poor riverside has no fixed bones, it's like the person in the spring girl's dream..."

Mark yelled: "It's terrible! Where did the accent come from, and the words are written incomprehensibly."

"It's just that you don't understand, just a little bit~" The tourist stuck out his tongue at him, and before he could retort, he lay back on the car, and still refused to show his face no matter how much he yelled.

Dinner is still noodles in clear soup, and it has been like this for ten consecutive days.The tourist jumped out of the car, picked up the bowl that belonged to her, and sucked it quickly.

To be honest, she doesn't like boiled noodles very much. If there is a choice, she will definitely choose the fragrant and sweet white rice.But if it is compared to eating wild animals raw, it is much better. The most important thing is that there is no need to worry about parasites and viruses.

After the tourist finished eating, he put the remaining noodle soup into a cup and asked, "I said, are you sure you are not going the wrong way? It stands to reason that we arrived at the last place we need to investigate yesterday morning, right?"

Mark put down the bowl, rarely yelled loudly, and remained silent for a full minute, "Well, you are right, I suspect we missed it."

The tourists began to feel uneasy. There might be more serious reasons behind any deviation in the desert. She asked: "Is it possible that we are going the wrong way?"

Masaka looked at Mark in disbelief, clutching the bowl with restless hands, the tourists looked at Mark, and Mark also looked at the tourists, the two eyes communicated silently and tested.

Mark said, "Everything is fine with the equipment."

The tourist nodded, she seemed to have accidentally punctured something.

Perhaps faintly worried about the road ahead, tonight seems quieter than usual.Tourists lamented and had no intention of practicing.

Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to hear the sound of arguing, and soon disappeared. The tourist turned over, buried her head in her sleeping bag and continued to sleep.

Until the morning, there was a rushing rustling sound outside the tent, and she could hear Masaka's footsteps at that time, rough and weak.

"What's wrong with you?" The visitor asked out of the tent.

Masaka looked back at her and said anxiously, "Mark hasn't come back yet."

"Didn't come back?" The tourist looked up at the sky, it was just getting dark, what could he do at this time?

The tourist comforted: "Maybe I just met some animal and wanted to get some game."

"But he hasn't come back all night!" said Masaka more urgently.

He lowered his head dejectedly, hesitated for a while before saying: "We had a quarrel last night. He lied to us... The equipment failed, and we got lost. But, where can he go?"

Silly boy, he only lied to you.The tourist said in his heart that he had some bad guesses, "Maybe he just ran away in anger and couldn't find the way back. Let's drive the car to a higher place. Maybe he will come back when he sees our car during the day."

"Is it really possible?" Masaka was a little distrustful.

Tourists drive cars to the highlands.

To be honest, she didn't think it was very likely that Mark would find it. First, the desert terrain was too similar, and for people with an ordinary sense of direction, there were ecstasy formations everywhere.Second, in terms of the physical strength of a person with the ability to read, if they are within the distance of seeing the car, they will come back long ago.

Then the only conclusion left is that I don't want to come back and I can't come back.

But she didn't dare to poke anything rashly anymore. It was hard to say that Mark left without her responsibility.

The two sat in the car, Masaka kept his head down, very depressed.The tourist was also in a bad mood, the atmosphere in the car was too depressing, she had to say something, "Did he say what to do?"

Masaka shook his head silently, as if he didn't want to speak.

The tourist stopped forcing him, and the two remained silent, waiting from dawn until dark.During this period, the two did not speak a word.Finally the tourist couldn't stand it anymore, she had to point out the reality, "prepare for the worst."

"Will be back! Wait! Wait!"

Masaka's reaction was more intense than she imagined, and she thought that one day was enough to accept the reality.She sighed, and said sadly: "I can only say so much, prepare for the worst."

"I don't want it!!!" Masaka screamed, opened the car door and rushed out, "It's all my fault, it's me...it's me."

The tourist hurriedly followed, she couldn't lose another teammate, otherwise everything would be back to square one.She grabbed Masaka's arm, pressed it against the car door, forced him to calm down, and suggested: "Why don't we focus on this car, and let's look for it separately. Once you can't see the car, go back immediately." Walk."

Masaka immediately nodded in agreement.The visitor bets he decided not to listen carefully to what she had to say.The tourist sighed again and let go of him, "I'll go to the other side."

Masaka immediately ran away, shouting as he ran.

In fact, this is just a stopgap measure.The tourist has decided in her heart that Mark will not come back, and she wants to give up this behavior.But there is no way, if he is not allowed to go, he will definitely not be reconciled, and the follow-up will be more troublesome.The tourist looked helplessly at his futile efforts, shouted perfunctorily, and walked to the other side.

They are like prey in the desert, risking being eaten, aimlessly looking for their companions to be devoured in the desert.

Anger

The tourists have been walking forward, the temperature gradually dropped, and it will soon be night.He turned his head and looked at the car on the sand dune from a distance, only a vague black dot remained.

Go a little further and just go back.The tourist sighed and moved on.

Suddenly she stopped.The blue eyes suddenly enlarged, looking at the calf bitten by the sand in astonishment.

The tourist lay prone on the sand very slowly, slowly moved the sunken legs, and pulled them out little by little.

She thought she probably knew where Mark had gone.

quicksand.

Nature's trap.

The level of danger is not high, but it is deadly to the reckless fool.

Tourists speculated that the idiot might have wanted to go out to be quiet after arguing with Masaka, but he was trapped by quicksand and struggled violently, sinking deeper and deeper.If this is the case, nine out of ten are already dead.

Tourists did not return to the camp until mid-month.Masaka sat quietly in the car, the dim headlights shone on the top of his head, and his red eyes seemed to have cried.The tourist hesitated for a while, considering that he might ask to search again unwillingly, and decided to tell him the discovery, "I found a quicksand field far away over there, and Mark probably fell."

Masaka listened quietly, without any reaction.

The tourist asked with a sigh, "What about you? Do you want to go back or continue looking for the ruins?"

Masaka shook his head gently, "I won't go back."

"Then you're going to the ruins?"

Masaka also shook his head, looked up at the tourists calmly, "Please take me to that piece of sand."

The tourist immediately understood his intention to die, and hurriedly persuaded him, "There is no point in seeking death! Mark is dead, we should cherish our lives more! You go back first, and come back next year, okay? Go back and meet other people, and make more friends." Friends, let's explore together again and do what we want to do."

The tourist herself didn't know how much sincerity was in these words. Maybe she really wanted Masaka well, or maybe she just wanted to let them leave here, and she was unwilling to lose both guides together.

"We always set off together and go home together. I have nothing else to do." Masaka still looked at her calmly, like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves, "I I know Miss Tourist wants to go home, it doesn’t matter, there are still a lot of supplies in the car, I can definitely go home.”

Has she even thought about it?The tourist sighed, feeling a little pain in the brain.

She really couldn't understand that people should be the kind of creatures that can cheer up and regain hope after losing anyone or anyone.Including herself, since she came here out of nowhere, she has never encountered a good thing, but she never thought of finding a hole to bury herself.

Just because you lose your teammates and friends, you have to look for death and life, then most of the people in the world will die.Not to mention not going out to explore, just stay at home and nothing will happen.

Just as she was muttering, she suddenly remembered the massacre in Youke Xinpian and the villages in Antpian.

Forget it, in the world of hunters, people sit at home, and disaster comes from the sky.There is no safe place, if it is safe, then the danger has not seen you.

The tourist was furious and couldn't help asking him, "You haven't considered your family, what do those who love you think?"

Masaka said quietly: "I don't have any family anymore."

The tourist was speechless, she couldn't think of how to stop a person who was determined to die, and the most effective dissuading method in common sense also failed.

Masaka looked at her sadly, and asked puzzledly, "Miss Tourist, didn't you feel sad when you thought about losing it for a moment, and once you lost it, you decided that you would never be able to live again?"