When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Many times, an adult and a child cannot communicate fluently.

You explain to a child that old things should be thrown away, because there is limited space in the house, you can’t keep every doll, fairy tale book, train and soldier you love, some you don’t like it, some you can’t keep it.

The act of giving up and giving up, those parts that have been gouged out in the body start to grow new granulation, and when every part of the body is replaced, it will change from a child to an adult.

But now, the tender child can't understand why a once beautiful flower should be discarded.

Sometimes, when Jason looked at Val, he wondered how any child could have such kindness towards the world after being hurt.

But now he thinks, maybe it is because she has experienced pain and ugliness that she is so sensitive and cherishes beauty, and it is like holding a withered flower, looking at its curly withered edges like looking at the hem of a skirt, like Watch the little animals curl up -- so reluctantly, embracing the beauty of the world.

Because that was the missing part of her life.

A lot of adults can't understand how precious an old rag doll and a marble are to a child who hasn't matured to that age -- yet.

Jason knelt down and said, "We usually bury it and it rots into mud and grows new flowers. I guess that's what they want."

"Would you?" Will said.

"meeting."

She just looked around and saw a clump of small flowers not far away. She dug a small hole in the soil with her fingers and buried the withered petals in it.

"Your sister?" Melvis asked.

"That's right, cousin." Jason said vaguely.

"I think it doesn't make sense for me to say I'm sorry now." Melvis lowered his eyes and continued to tinker with the science machine.

"Hmm." Jason replied perfunctorily, bending over to pick up the parts on the ground: "At least I know that we have the same goal. Where is the portal?"

Dusk came after the science machine was repaired, and Melvis told him that the dusk is longer than the daytime in this season, and it will gradually become longer as the temperature drops.

This caused them to have at least half of the time left to hunt.

It was only one day after they came to this world, they hardly ate anything, Jason was able to bear it, and Melvis, as a person who had struggled in this world for so long, was very concerned about hunger and lack of sleep. They have all exercised a certain degree of endurance, but it is not enough to be so hungry for a long time.

Melvis said that they generally choose a kind of long-legged one-eyed bird for hunting creatures (Melves: "Probably as long as you can look up to see the heels of its legs. This bird is very territorial and usually Live alone.”)—and a giant cow.

Although those spider-like monsters can also cut out seemingly edible meat, but that kind of raw meat has such a strong rotten smell, let alone roasting it is a torture to the sense of taste and smell .

You can eat it, but unless you are so hungry that you can't tell the difference between monster meat and eating raw meat, you don't need it.

Melvis concluded.

This is the prey information known so far.

He took out another hand-ground spear--it was extremely rough, the top of the wood was split, and flakes of sharp flint were embedded, and the joints were fastened with ropes hand-kneaded from straw.

"Primitive?" Jason waved this crude weapon with a bit of disgust. He was not used to using two-handed weapons of this length.

"It's good to have it, you don't like to use a knife to fight those things." Melvis said.

Jason thought it might as well be his tactical knife.

So today's hunting member became Jason, and Melvis repaired and manufactured weapons at home.

After thinking about it, Jason took the little girl with him.

A world without hot|weapons will always be safer than Gotham.

Walking along a given direction, I didn't encounter any other strange creatures on the road, but walked into a new piece of land - bare rocky land.The connection of the land in this world is as abrupt as if it was cut out with scissors and then sewn together piece by piece. There is no gradient, and it is straightforward.

After walking for a short distance, they saw the legendary bird whose legs could only be seen when they looked up.

It is really a veritable "high bird".

Val had never seen such a tall and big creature before, and she wowed with a gasp.

Jason didn't pamper her this time, he pressed her head and made a mouthful: "Keep quiet."

She was very obedient, covering her mouth with her small hands, and obediently squatted in the bushes with Jason.

Then she found a bright red fruit in a bush.

Before she reached out to pick it up, Jason gestured in sign language: 【Stay here. 】

The sign language that hadn't been used for a long time finally came into play again. Jason held the spear instead of using the gun.

One is that he needs to save the bullets for use when he needs them most when there is no supply, and the other is that exposing himself to having a thermal weapon is too risky, and it is easy to make the middle-aged man named Melvis feel bad. Greed.

The hot |weapons | of the primitive era, in this world where bows are hard to come by, seem too extravagant and precious.

They only have the same goal at present, they are not friends, let alone comrades-in-arms.

So he had to get used to fighting with cold weapons in this world.

He saw the tall bird from the side—gosh did it only have eyes?Its eye is almost as big as its body, which is really disgusting and weird, and it makes people creepy.

Its attack was pecking—a common bird attack, the only one that bordered on his common sense.

What is it pecking at?

Jason squinted to see the tall bird straighten up, revealing a black ball of hair on the ground that was about a quarter the size of the tall bird's body, and it stopped moving.

The tall bird stood up, turned his back to them, and began to patrol around aimlessly.

He lurked like a wolf, lowered his body and quietly approached the tall bird from behind, then went around to the side, and pierced its huge eye with a spear neatly.

The tall bird screamed sharply, and Jason gritted his teeth and stirred the spear vigorously, praying in his heart that this crude thing would not be broken, while pressing the spear against the monster to keep a distance of nearly one meter between them.

Its blood is green.

When its claws stopped moving towards him stubbornly, Jason panted and pulled out the spear. After the tall bird fell down, he took out the tactical knife. After thinking about it, he put the tactical knife back.

The cutting effect of the processed blade surface of a tactical knife is completely different from that of a stone blade, and it can be easily distinguished, and no civilian will carry such a processed knife with him.

Uh, but it’s not necessarily true, maybe it’s enough to explain “I’m from Gotham”.

...not very funny.

He sliced ​​Tall Bird open with the stone blade Melvis had given him, which took a little work, but you can't expect better weapons from the Stone Age.

After cutting it open, Jason discovered that the tall bird had two wings that were almost negligibly small.Its skull is also round, but it is not a bone like a human skull after all. I have to say, this makes him breathe a sigh of relief.

Gao Bird's meat finally didn't smell rancid like monster meat, it was more like the raw meat of some animal, normal and fresh.

He cut off the connecting tissue from the huge eye and put it aside - no, he won't eat eyeballs, definitely not...well, at least, not to that point now - dissected to look edible I went to look at the black hair ball that was bitten by the tall bird.

He turned the black hairball over and found it to be a small tall bird.It has a similar beak, similar eyes, and similar feet to that big tall bird, but the eyelids are closed tightly. There is a deep wound on the body, from which yellow-green blood gushes out. He stretches out his hand and pushes the bird. Little tall bird, it doesn't move.

It's dead.

It was the big tall bird that killed the little tall bird.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in nature. In order to improve the survival rate of other children, mothers with multiple children choose to kill weak and weak children with low survival rate, so as to reduce the supply of food, or it is simply this The mother is hungry after giving birth, and she is weak and cannot hunt and needs to replenish energy; or it is just a pure sense of territory, and two tall birds cannot appear in an area.

Cruel but reasonable.

Jason turned the little tall bird over.

Looking back, the child poked his head out of the bushes and looked at him.

He waved his hand to signal that it was over.

The kid ran over, raised his hand, looked very excited, and said, "Fruit!"

She was holding a handful of red berries the size of blueberries, about a dozen or twenty.

Jason frowned: "Have you eaten yet?"

It is not yet known whether this thing can be eaten, and whether it is poisonous.

The little girl looked at the fruit in her hand, showing a kind of pride, she said: "You go first."

It's generous.

Jason shook his head amusedly, and was a little relieved: "Thank you."

He stretched out his hand, and Wei Er poured it all into his palm without hesitation.

Jason wasn't polite to her either, he clasped his hands together and put everything into his pocket.

Before it is confirmed that it is poisonous or not, it is better not to eat things like fruits.

After giving the fruit, Wei Er put her hand in the air and squeezed it helplessly—a few fruits were so ripe that they opened their mouths, and the ripe, sweet juice stained her palms.

A little slimy.

Also, very sweet.

She stretched out her hand and sniffed the palm of her hand, and Jason said without looking up, "No."

When he first brought the child back to the safe house, he told the little girl many times not to put everything in her mouth, especially her hands, which were very dirty.

If there are no food residues on her hands, she can hold back for now, but once she gets something delicious and sweet on her hands, she will put her hands in her mouth.

Weier put down his hand anxiously, squeezed his hand into a small fist in aggrieved manner, and filled the palm of his hand with the sweet fruit juice, so that he could see it clearly.

"I'll wash it when I get back, hold back, okay?" Jason finished speaking, paused, and added: "Just a reminder, remember the last time you accidentally ate expired noodles and got a stomachache?"

The bowl of noodles that was forgotten in the refrigerator made the child whose intestines and stomach were gradually raised a little fragile, and had a stomachache for two full days. He also invited a private doctor to infuse salt water for two days, which made the two of them very tossed.

This is good, the scar almost forgets the pain.

Weier pursed her lips: "I remember."

Having a bad experience is a good way to deter children.

Jason finished dissecting the older body, and the little girl saw a dead tall bird next to it.

"Jason?" She looked up at him, a little dazed.

"The big tall bird killed it to survive," Jason said.

"It's smaller than me." She whispered, squatting down to touch it, its fluff is as soft as a baby bird.

The little girl withdrew her hand, and Jason asked her to hang around him, not to run too far.

When Jason finished tidying up the tall bird, he looked up at the sun, half of the dusk had passed, and he was about to call the little girl back, when he saw her holding a huge, blue oval object in her hands and running towards him .

That's like an egg.

The egg was twice as big as her face, and when she held it in her arms, her entire head was covered tightly: "Egg!"

She stuck her head out from behind the huge blue egg, her hair was fluffy, and she looked forward to it: "Will a chick hatch?"

"..." Jason began to touch the gun calmly: "Where did you get it? Take me to have a look."

No matter what animal, if its eggs are inexplicably stolen, no matter what species is capable of hunting, it will generally not die against the thief.

Let's hope she doesn't mess with some too difficult creature.

The nest was not far away. It was a nest like a bird's nest piled up with branches and straw. It was built arrogantly in the open air and hidden behind the bushes at the border of the land.

Jason found the soft feathers of the tall bird in that nest.

He stroked the feather, guessing that it should be the egg of the tall bird they killed just now.

If there are no mature individuals in the race to incubate the egg, the egg may be a dead egg.

"Then take it back, maybe it can hatch...a chick."

Jason said.

When they were out hunting tall birds, Melvis was not idle at home, and made another spear at home, just to replace the worn one in Jason's hand.

In addition, there was a little spare time left after the production. Melvis patted the dirty things on his hands and went out. When he came back, he tied four rabbits with ropes and came back.

The rabbit was as long as a calf when lifted, probably because this place is sparsely populated and there are no natural enemies. Its fur is smooth and smooth on the prairie, and it looks more like a pig than a rabbit.

The four struggling animals were tied in a row by a rope and held in their hands, their feet were struggling, and they were carried all the way home pitifully.

When they went back, they happened to see Melvis tied the legs of the three rabbits together with ease, and tied the other end to a wooden stick inserted in the ground, and one was tied to the side alone.

"Rabbit." Weier exclaimed, wanting to touch it so much, Jason took the collar to a nearby small pond to wash his hands.

She still has the juice of the fruit in her hand.

As soon as the washed-up little girl put down her collar, she slithered like a rabbit and disappeared, leaving Jason tangled with the egg by the sink.

How did this thing hatch?Hold and hatch?

... After all, is this egg a fertilized egg?Can something really be hatched? What if it's just a simple egg...

Jason tentatively bent his fingers and tapped the eggshell.

The egg shuddered back.

Live, live!

And Weier, who sneaked back to the base, squatted cautiously on the ground, moved towards the rabbit, and wanted to touch the single rabbit with her wet hands. It is like a magnet of the same level, and when it gets close, it repels crazily. It kicks its legs and sprints to the other side in an instant. Unfortunately, it is useless to try to escape. Its legs are tied to the rope, and it runs to the end of the rope. The longest distance, the rope collapsed to the limit and tripped it to the ground.

"If you want to eat it, don't play with your feelings." Melvis said leisurely. He was already cleaning the knife and preparing to dissect the other three rabbits. Two of them were for today's dinner, and one was left to dry after the internal organs were processed today. Dry the meat on a rack.

Val looked at him, then at the rabbit: "But it's very scared, do you want to keep it on a leash?"

"Otherwise the meat will rot, and it's best to keep it alive."

The little girl murmured half-understood, then looked at the shivering rabbit, sitting on the grass, without saying a word.

Jason came back with the cleaned egg, with a strange expression on his face: "What kind of egg is this?"

Melvis snorted: "The eggs of the tall bird, the nests of this thing are often well hidden, where did you find them?"

"It's near the high bird, good luck." Jason shrugged: "How do you usually deal with it?"

Unexpectedly, he also shook his head: "I don't really like to pick this thing up, but let's roast it next to the campfire first?"

He also regretted: "It's a pity that there is no frying pan, otherwise this pot of egg liquid is probably enough to last for a few days."

Jason: "...can it hatch?"

Melvis looked at him and laughed out loud: "Okay, you can try it. Anyway, we don't lack food for the time being."

Val, who was looking at the rabbit thoughtfully, blinked and started to feel sleepy.

She yawned and went to look at the rabbit again in a daze.

For a moment the rabbit turned black, and she blinked again, but the rabbit was still a wary rabbit with light-colored fluff.

It was terrified, and raised the tip of its nose towards itself, as if it wanted to run away at any moment.

She got down on the ground, and within the tight edge of the rope, lightly placed her palm on the soft and cold grass half a meter away from it, and the grass blades made the back of her hand itchy.

The light-colored rabbit looked at her, shaking its rope anxiously, and the slightest movement of the two talking men would make it jump up and draw several semi-circles with the rope around the middle pillar.

It was really startled and tired, so it shook its ears, sniffed its nose, stepped on the grass with its paws, and sniffed at her fingertips that had not moved for a long time.

When the sun went down, Jason and Melvis cleaned up the internal organs of the rabbit, and then remembered that there was a little girl who had been neglected for so long.

When he looked this way, the rabbit rolled itself into a ball, with its head resting on the little girl's palm, its furry body undulating slightly.

They fell asleep on the grass.