Chapter 1556: Bait

the next morning.

Waking up, cooking, eating, dismantling the tent, repacking as usual.

Last night was a rare and peaceful night. It was so quiet that I was not used to it. It always felt like a pond before a summer thunderstorm.

It remained so until morning.

Zhang Zian yawned and packed his things into his backpack. Although there was nothing wrong last night, he still woke up inexplicably. He half raised his head and listened to the movement outside the tent. Then he fell back on the pillow with relief.

"Isn't it a little too quiet..." Richard muttered.

"What did you say?" Zhang Zian didn't hear clearly.

Richard rolled his little black eyes suspiciously and looked around, "I mean, you idiot, don't you think it's a little too quiet?"

"What do you mean?" He was busy with his hands, and took the time to glance at the elves and the herd of deer, which were all normal.

Richard restrained his frivolous tone in a rare way, "Why is there not even a bird around? Let alone a bird, I didn't even hear a bird singing this morning, don't you, an idiot, think it's strange?"

Zhang Zian really didn't pay attention to this matter, he stopped what he was doing and listened carefully.

The trees in Redwood Forest Park are mainly redwood, and there are few other trees, because the redwood grows too high, and it is difficult for other tree species to compete with it for sunlight.

The thick and tall mahogany, the branches and leaves of each tree cover a large area like a heavy canopy, which leads to the fact that when walking in the forest, you can clearly hear the endless calls of birds around you, but you can't even see a single bird .

But the current situation is that there is not even a bird cry.

Zhang Zian carried a heavy backpack like a snail every day, and he had to always pay attention to the movement nearby in case of sudden danger. He didn't have much leisure time to pay attention to whether the birds were singing... But in retrospect, it seemed that he overslept in the morning , I was woken up by the sound of birds chirping.

When Richard said this, he listened intently for a while, but he did not hear any birdsong, which was very unusual in the depths of the dense primeval forest.

"Is it too early? The nocturnal birds have just returned to their nests to rest, and the daytime birds haven't left their nests yet?" He suggested a possibility.

Richard scratched the feathers with his beak in disdain, "If you say you are an idiot, you really want to act stupid. Do you think that the activities of birds are the same as those of humans going to work, and they can be summed up accurately by the three numbers 996?"

Zhang Zian: "...It's not your turn to despise me, and I've already been freed from 996."

In fact, he knew it had a point, and the reasons he gave were far-fetched.

"Let's take another look along the road. There's no need to jump to conclusions so early," he said.

Richard shouted unconvinced: "Dare to question my uncle's observation ability? Are you impatient, you idiot? Although I can't see at night, my heart is open! Don't observe with your eyes, but observe with your heart. Do you understand?"

It was rare for Zhang Zian to hear such philosophical words from it, and he quite agreed with it in his heart.

Richard asked and answered without waiting for him to answer: "No, you don't understand, you only observe the world with ass eyes."

When Zhang Zian picked up the trekking pole and wanted to whip it, it had already flown to a higher branch, complacent.

The birdsong needs further observation to be confirmed, but what is the significance after confirmation?

In addition, regarding what happened yesterday, the lines on the forehead of the cat that was bitten to death also need to be further observed. The lines on the forehead of the first mixed Maine Coon are not very clear, and the other three are still a little less as samples. .

After tidying up, he didn't hurry to call the elves to go, but took out his mobile phone to point at the open space, and clicked to release the snow lion.

"Meow meow meow?"

The Snow Lion appeared on the fallen leaves with a dazed expression, blinking his eyes and looking around.

"Why is it still in the forest? Why hasn't this smelly man turned into a young lady yet?" It said depressingly.

It saw Fina in a blink of an eye, and happily moved its short legs to get close to Fina, "Your Majesty! I miss you so much! It's been a long journey in the forest.

You are covered in dust, let me lick your fur! "

As soon as it took two steps, it was stopped by Zhang Zian's cross leg.

"What do you want, you stinky man?" It widened its eyes and threateningly bared its teeth and claws: "Do you think that in the forest, my old lady would not dare to castrate you?"

"The main reason for calling you out is to ask you for a favor." Zhang Zian automatically ignored the rest of his words.

"Help? I'd be more than happy to help Zigong." It licked its paws and stared at his crotch maliciously.

Zhang Zian took out a half-burned coke from behind him, which was left over from the bonfire last night.

"Actually, you don't need to do anything, just let me draw a few strokes on your forehead." He said.

Snow Lion opened his mouth wide in shock, was stunned for a while, and then complained to Fina remotely as if he had been wronged: "Your Majesty! You are the master of the slave family! This stinky man wants to draw a bastard on the slave's forehead." !"

What a mess!

Snow Lion shouted indignantly: "Back then you were a stinky man who couldn't wake up, but my mother was merciful and didn't paint you a bastard on your face. Now you want to avenge your kindness? My mother is right about you, all stinky men deserve to die!"

"No, you didn't draw because your paws couldn't hold the pen, right? Otherwise, you would never let that opportunity go!" Zhang Zian complained.

Xue Shizi became angry from embarrassment as if he had been told what was on his mind, "Bah, bah, bah! Do you want to take care of it? Anyway, my mother didn't draw!"

Arguing with the snow lion was as pointless as arguing with Richard, it would always pull him to the point where he was as hopeless as it was, and beat him with experience.

"I don't want you to draw bastards on your face, just draw a few vertical lines." He looked at the turtle-backed black line on Snow Lion's forehead and explained.

The whole body of the snow lion is as white as snow, except for a line of black lines on the forehead, which he thinks can be modified and used.

The detective has analyzed the serial killer's preferences, so what should he do next? It would definitely not work to wait for the killer to show his flaws. You can only watch the number of victims continue to increase. The correct approach is to provide protection to high-risk groups that fit the characteristics of the victims, and to take the initiative to let the police officers disguise themselves as the type of victim the killer likes, and then hang out in areas where the killer may be haunted to attract the killer. out.

Of course, the police alone would definitely not work, there must be more police officers in disguise to protect them, otherwise, if even the police officers were killed, the entire police station would be disgraced.

Vladimir wanted to volunteer and ask Zhang Zian to draw a few M-shaped black lines on its forehead, and let it act as a decoy to attract the beasts to appear, but he considered that in case of conflict, it is the main force of the attack, and its It looks very alert at first glance, it doesn't look like a bully, and it may not be able to attract beasts.

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