Chapter 1509: Fog

At night, in order to collect as many clues as possible, Zhang Zian asked Mrs. Miller about all of Megan's hobbies and habits, as well as Mike's personality and physical characteristics. Mrs. Le went back to the room in the back room, while Zhang Zian stayed in the outside room, and each of them closed their clothes and slept.

Since the public opinion turned around and the media portrayed Megan as a runaway girl, Mrs. Miller was under a lot of pressure, coupled with the worry about her daughter's safety, her nerves were almost broken, but no one would listen to her. Veteran Mike believed her, but he was taciturn, and he was really not a suitable person to talk to. It was not until she confide in Zhang Zian what had been pent up in her heart for a long time, that she felt a lot lighter, as if she was taking a heavy burden off her shoulders. Part of it was given to Zhang Zian... So, this night was the only night she fell asleep in more than half a month.

Zhang Zian didn't sleep for too long, mainly because he was not used to the living environment and the night in the forest. In addition, the deer head specimen was quite creepy when reflected by the firelight of the fireplace. Finally, he found a piece of cloth to cover it, so that he was fascinated. I fell asleep in a daze, and would wake up nervously whenever there was the sound of dead branches breaking or fallen leaves being trampled outside the house, but I saw that the elves were sleeping peacefully, at least they seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and I knew it was just It was a harmless animal running past, so it continued to sleep.

The night in the wooden house was a perfect transition before entering the forest. Otherwise, I would have felt ten times more stressed if I set up a tent and camped in the forest. At least I still have a solid wooden house as a barrier instead of one. Thin tent.

the next morning.

When Mrs. Miller came out from the back room, he also sat up and wiped his face.

There is no running water in the wooden house, and all the water is brought in by ourselves, which makes life quite inconvenient.

The two ate something casually, Zhang Zian said goodbye and set off - it was late in the forest and early in the dark, so we had to use the daytime as much as possible to travel.

The mobile phone signal could barely be received in the log cabin, but the signal strength was not enough for Internet access. He sent the GPS coordinates of the log cabin to Xiaoxue and his friends in China who were still in the United States by text message.

Mrs. Miller slept soundly and felt much better. She asked him how many days he expected to come out, implying that she would call the police if he didn't come out in a few days.

He didn't dare to make a statement, because there were too many problems involved. For example, he was a novice and had no experience in hiking alone in the forest, so he couldn't estimate his own footsteps. How long, and finally he gave a vague answer of seven days.

After coming here, he felt like a bright mirror in his heart. If he encountered any danger and was trapped in the forest, it would be hopeless to expect the police to carry out efficient search and rescue. If it really got to that point, it would be useless to call the police.

The trekking bag is ready,

It is big and heavy, and it contains tents, moisture-proof mats, pots, bowls, raw rice, instant cans, compressed dry food, chocolate and other camping supplies and food, and even a drinking basin for cats. I only brought a small amount of drinking water because the water It is too heavy, and there is no shortage of water in the redwood forest. It can be drunk after filtration and disinfection.

Fei Max carried a girdle containing part of the elves' food to help him lighten his burden.

When he just picked up the hiking bag, he felt like he was carrying a mountain, and he almost fell backwards. Mrs. Miller quickly helped him up.

"It's so heavy, is it okay?" She asked worriedly.

Veteran Mike and Zhang Zian entered the forest in completely different styles. The former walked in with a gun in his hand, while the latter seemed to be moving house. She couldn't tell which one would make her feel more at ease.

"No problem, I didn't grasp the balance just now."

Zhang Zian walked a few steps while supporting the wall, and gradually mastered the trick. He had to lean his body forward at an angle so that the center of gravity of his upper body and backpack fell directly above his legs, so that he could walk normally.

As a novice hiker, he wanted to carry everything, for fear of missing things, encountering food shortages and other problems, which made his backpack heavier. He himself was not sure, how far could he walk in the forest with such a heavy bag on his back?

This is not because of his lack of physical strength, but a problem of adaptability. Just like some workers who are used to carrying heavy loads, their physical strength is not much stronger than him, but their body, muscles and nerves have adapted, so they still walk as fast as they carry heavy loads. fly.

"Femas, let's go."

He leaned on a trekking pole to help maintain his balance, and beckoned Phimus to lead the way ahead.

Femas slept in the wooden house all night, and already remembered Mike's smell clearly, and ran ahead with a low bark, stopping from time to time to wait for him.

"Take care! Take care of yourself!" Mrs. Miller looked at his back and said in a distant voice, "Bring them both back!"

"Don't worry! Mrs. Miller, take care too!"

Zhang Zian didn't dare to stop even if he couldn't turn around, fearing that he wouldn't be able to move again after stopping, so he clenched his fists to show his confidence.

The woods were still filled with morning fog, the air was extremely humid, and the visibility was almost zero at a distance of more than ten steps.

The surroundings were very quiet, not even a bird song, as quiet as a tomb, only the crackling of his stepping on dead branches and heavy breathing.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the wooden house and Mrs. Miller had already disappeared in the mist, and the elves, who had been holding back for a long time, finally spoke.

"Meow meow! I'm so exhausted! I'm not leaving, I'm going to go back to my phone and have a rest!"

The short legs of the snow lion staggered on the dead leaves in the forest with one foot deep and one shallow foot, and was left behind. The snow-white hair was also stained with some dirty things like dirt, and what was even more disgusting were the leaves There are often things like earthworms wriggling under it.

Zhang Zian didn't bother to talk, so he put it back into the phone directly, which was easy, since he didn't prepare raw beef brisket anyway.

Old Cha was the first to ask, "Zian, is that elf still there?"

"It's here." Zhang Zian looked down at the phone, panting, "I watched it a few times last night, and it's still there now. It's been staying in this forest, far ahead, moving very slowly. Moving forward in an S-shape in the forest, as if searching for something."

"Hiss... If that's the case, something might be wrong..." Old Cha took a deep breath and fell silent.

Richard couldn't stand on Zhang Zian's shoulders, so he could only stand on top of the backpack, which had a wider field of vision. It jumped and said, "Quack! Why do you say that?"

Zhang Zian replied for Lao Cha: "Because this elf stayed for too long and moved too far. It has been running here from San Francisco, and it has neither disappeared nor been captured, so it is likely to attract other players."