Chapter 886 They Are Coming (44)

"Look for any hidden compartments or hidden attics in this house. Some old hunters like to hide things." Vika said with an ugly expression.

"There should be none." At this time, the huntress no longer bothered to verbally attack the siblings, and whispered, "My old man mentioned it when he was chatting with me before. He said that there is enough food in this room. He and I could barely eat this food for three days and that was probably all we had in the house.”

Three days of food for two people and three days of food for eight people are completely different concepts. These two or three frozen fish and a few slices of bread are not qualified to stuff the teeth of eight mouths.

"It's only been three days, so it's enough to save some food, right?" Adam hesitated, looking at the two and a half frozen crucian carp and bread on the table, "It's only been three days, shouldn't I starve to death? At most, I'm a little dizzy, I'm traveling I’m often hungry.”

"Don't think about it, this food is definitely not enough for eight people for three days." The female hunter shook her head and turned to look at the old hunter lying on the kang in the corner of the room and the little girl huddled in the corner, "What's more, we still have "Sick, you still have to think about how we will cross the snow to go to the town for help in three days. It is still two hours away from the town, and the snow on the road after the snowstorm can make it difficult to walk."

"Don't forget, firewood is also a problem. There isn't much firewood in the house. During the operation, a lot of firewood was burned to ensure the brightness, and a lot of heat preservation on the stove was also consumed." The hunter said, her voice became lower and lower, and her expression became dull. It's good to see, "Once the temperature drops, the faster the body temperature passes, the body's heat consumption will also accelerate."

And the most important thing that Huntress hasn't mentioned yet is that according to the KGB lieutenant colonel, this blizzard seems to last for a long time. Three days is just an unfounded speculation by a few of them. No one can guarantee that this snowstorm will last for a long time. How long will the snowstorm last?

"Don't be so pessimistic. Maybe the blizzard will stop tomorrow?" Seeing that the atmosphere was getting heavier and heavier, Adam couldn't help coughing twice, using the inherent entertainment spirit of Americans and said with a dry smile, "Things like blizzards are just for God's sake." "It's rare to see a riot for three days. How could it continue forever?"

The joke told in half-baked Russian did not make people laugh out loud, but his words hit the core point, that is, no one knows how long the snowstorm will last. The lieutenant colonel's conclusion that the snowstorm will last for a long time is just the other party's conjecture. There is no any According to facts, no one can predict the celestial phenomena except the weather forecast in Moscow.

Everyone looked at the lieutenant colonel, hoping to get an expression of uncertainty and hesitation on the other person's face, but unfortunately they were soon disappointed, because they were horrified to find that the lieutenant colonel actually started to play with the things on the table. Frozen fish and bread, as if trying to scientifically distribute the portions of each meal for eight people.

Facts have proved that the atmosphere is really contagious. Just the behavior of the KGB lieutenant colonel really made everyone start to worry. The two half-frozen fish on the table started to become dazzling when they fell into the eyes, as if the table What was served was not the frozen crucian carp but their frozen corpses in the deserted wooden house a few days later. And the half-chopped fish was the half-gnawed corpse of the one who didn't hold back first?

Will the meat cut from the carcass be rolled into meat rolls like frozen crucian carp?

No one knows, and no one wants to know.

Just when the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, a weak cough sounded. It was a childish and weak voice that made people feel pity.

Everyone in the wooden house subconsciously turned to look at the fire bed following the sound. In the arms of the little girl covered in a fur coat, the little boy who had been unconscious was coughing continuously. His cough interrupted everyone's thoughts. ideas.

"He's awake?" Huntress exclaimed.

"He actually regained consciousness." The KGB lieutenant colonel was stunned for a moment. The little boy who had been sentenced to death miraculously came to his senses. He immediately walked to the kang, only to find that the little girl wearing a fur coat was tightly wrapped on the kang. She hugged the little boy from behind, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly run away when he woke up.

"Relax." The lieutenant colonel soothed in a calm tone, "He needs food and water, otherwise he may pass out again, and he may not wake up next time."

It seemed that the lieutenant colonel's words had taken effect. The little girl gradually relaxed her strength in her hands. The boy in her arms breathed much more smoothly, and his coughs became clearer. The lieutenant colonel also saw clearly for the first time. The boy's eyes.

Those were a pair of bright golden eyes, and one could not tell for a moment whether the fire was burning in his eyes or whether his eyes were igniting the fire.

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"Excuse me, why don't I have this memory?" Lin Nian said suddenly.

"At what age do you think you started remembering?" the blonde asked.

"I" Lin Nian opened his mouth, then suddenly closed it, falling into a long dead silence.

He tried to recall the first moment of memory, which was impossible for others, but for him it should just be a process of closing his eyes and briefly searching for meditation, but this time he was just like everyone else There is still no way to start - this is abnormal for him, Lin Nian.

"Memory is very fragile." The blonde girl's eyes revealed a sadness that Lin Nian couldn't understand. "People regard a life composed of a large number of memories as their personality, but the memory itself is just Memory is a fragile thing that can be forgotten, can be induced to tamper with, and can even cause confusion by itself. Don’t trust your memory too much, Lin Nian.”

"You said the reason I have a photographic memory is because of you."

"So when you decide not to believe in past memories in the future, you can trust me." The blonde girl looked at him from a distance, "You can forget many things, but I will always faithfully record everything for you. If you If you want to find your true life, I can be the life you are looking for.”

"Lin Nian, you may have discovered that in this story of memories, everyone has a similar position."

"The relationship between hunter and prey." The blonde girl said, "Everyone in this wooden house is a hunter and prey for each other, without exception. Whenever the sleeping prey wakes up and becomes alert, it means that the hunter who is hunting him is approaching. ”

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"This child's eyes are so beautiful." The bandit sister couldn't help but sigh. Even the bad woman who had clamored to take other people's lives showed her maternal side at this moment, but the huntress only responded with disgust. frown.

"Is this his natural eye color? Why do I feel that his eyes are shining?" The American came closer to take a look, but was stared back by the lieutenant colonel. He immediately raised his hands and stood there awkwardly.

His identity as an American was still too sensitive in front of the KGB.

"Hungry." This was the first word the little boy said after waking up. It was very weak and breathless, but it clearly expressed his needs.

The little girl immediately looked up at the KGB lieutenant colonel in front of her, the man who promised to take her to a safe place after the snowstorm.

"Cut some fish rolls and soak them in warm water until soft. He needs food and water." The lieutenant colonel immediately turned around and gave the order.

The two frozen crucian carp had to be shrunk before it was decided how to cut and distribute them, but no one complained because the boy in the little girl's arms was so distressing. His skinny appearance and dying appearance were simply heart-wrenching. .

The little boy in the girl's arms silently scanned the layout of the entire room and the messy figures walking around, then lowered his eyes slightly and rested. He was so tired that he couldn't say anything or do anything. No.

"You're awake." The little girl said softly.

The little boy nodded slightly, and then shrank a little into the girl's arms, so the girl closed her hands to give him more body heat. She leaned her forehead gently on his head, and her eyes showed sadness that no one else could understand.

"I heard them, they are coming, get ready." Inaudibly, the little girl heard the inaudible murmur of the little boy in her arms, like a murmur in sleep or a prophecy.

The robber Vika held the shotgun and looked at the pieces of bread on the table. His mind was still wandering about the previous discussion and the dull atmosphere at the table.

The snowstorm outside the window has been falling, and the intensity of the snowstorm is the largest he has ever seen. The entire wooden house seems to be crumbling. Will a snowstorm of this magnitude really stop the next morning? If it keeps going down, how long will it take before it stops? The snowstorm really didn't stop on the third day. What should they do if they are running out of ammunition and food?

He looked at his sister Dusha, who was still idly rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, and felt a little irritated for no reason. He really shouldn't listen to his sister's instigation and come to the suburbs to find this old bachelor's house. This kind of poor guy doesn't have much food in his house. How could there be rubles that his son sent back from Moscow? And who knew that the great motherland had even disintegrated a few days ago, could the ruble still be a ruble in the future? Will the ruble not be able to buy anything after the disintegration of the country?

He was holding the shotgun and felt anxious, but his face was getting darker and heavier. He turned his head and saw a few slices of bread on the table. Just when he was hesitating whether to hide one secretly, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body for no reason. Got it!

It was a feeling of fear, a fear born from biological instinct, like a thorn on the back, like sitting on pins and needles.

He subconsciously turned his head and found the source of this fear. It was the KGB lieutenant colonel at the table. At this time, the lieutenant colonel was holding a black Yakut dagger. The blade cut into half of the frozen meat of the frozen crucian carp. However, His movements stopped completely, and his military coat bulged abnormally.

——Those are the tense muscles, which are forced to bulge up by blowing the whole clothes. The pores all over the body seem to be exuding a dangerous atmosphere, which makes people think of the angry Siberian tiger through the vision of exploding hair. Increase your size to make enemies afraid, so they don't dare to get close!

For a moment, Vika thought that the lieutenant colonel was going to kill him violently, and he almost wanted to raise his shotgun to defend himself, but he could only think about it because his muscles were completely stiff. The lieutenant colonel just The momentum made him unable to move.

Yes, Siberian tigers will indeed explode their fur when provoked into fighting, but the targets of the fur explosion are usually only beasts of the same size, such as large wild animals such as brown bears, and the reason for the fur explosion is also because they feel that their own lives are Feeling threatened and feeling extremely nervous.

In other words, the reason why the KGB lieutenant colonel named Andrei is so stressed now is that he feels a strong threat, and the threat comes from the dark snowstorm outside the window that he turns to stare at?

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The huntress who was boiling water by the stove suddenly heard a hissing sound, like the friction of a snake twisting on the snow. The hissing was so trivial that it made people feel itchy.

She moved her body uncomfortably and turned her head to look at the ground around her that was illuminated by the stove. Of course, she found nothing. In this weather, even if there were snakes, they would hibernate. The temperature in the wooden house was not enough to wake them up.

She continued to look down at the kettle on the fire, but the hissing sound became clearer and clearer. Gradually, she seemed to hear clearly that it was not the sound of snakes crawling on the snow. It was someone talking and whispering. Every sound of the words was accompanied by a silky breath. Those whispers were pieced together and mixed together to form the hissing sound she heard.

"Who is talking?" She looked up and asked.

No one answered him in the wooden house. The stove was crackling and burning, and the blizzard was howling outside the window.

The bandit sister who was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find more food looked at her unhappily, but she was cautious and twitched in the direction of the colonel and pursed her lips and decided not to say anything. Adam was taking care of the little girl and the old Arian who was in a coma after the operation. She looked over at the lieutenant colonel and the bandit brother and found that they were not preparing food, but standing by the window looking out.

"I think you should come over and take a look." Vika's voice at the window was very stiff, just like his current body and the stiffness of the frozen fish on the table. He turned his head to look at his sister and the female hunter, his eyes full of fear that the two could not understand?

The female hunter realized that something bad had happened, but when she stood by the window and looked outside like them, she really realized how bad things were.

"Firefly?" This was what she couldn't help but say when she looked out the window for the first time.

Outside the window was a coniferous forest swept by a blizzard, everything was dark, but in the current darkness she actually saw countless golden light spots floating in the forest, just like fireflies, erratic and not easily blown out by the wind.

But soon, her face, which was originally full of doubts, turned pale in an instant, and her muscles froze inch by inch, because she finally realized what these firefly-like lights were.

When walking in the jungle, if you accidentally see a firefly-like light, don't get close, because it is very likely not the firefly you imagine, but the eyes of some animals. In nature, some specific animals often have fluorescent eyes when they are active at night, such as cats' eyes emit green light, and wolves' eyes emit yellow-green light.

The female hunter peeked out from the window. In the reflection of her trembling pupils, countless dark golden lights were lit up in the dark forest covered by the blizzard - they were pairs of pupils, and under each pair of light were slender black shadows. They walked in the strong wind that was enough to roll up cars and horses without any impact, like devout saints on pilgrimage, and like pairs of blood-thirsty bats.

The hissing sound became louder and louder, and the female hunter knew who was talking at this time.

Yes, it was they who were speaking, the owners of the pupils were speaking, and they surrounded the only wooden house with lights on in the darkness, whispering.