Chapter 1926 U Transcendence Event (XVII)

Bei Bat wanted to ask for more details, but he suddenly felt a strange discomfort. If he had to describe it, his chest and abdomen felt hot and painful as if they were on fire.

"Am I hungry?" Bei Bat said in disbelief. He had only eaten bread two or three hours ago. How could he be hungry again so soon?

Batman had already walked back to the campfire and started to deal with the pheasant as Schiller did. While removing the feathers with boiling water, he said, "Our absorption capacity seems to have decreased, and the blood sugar reaction caused by hunger is also faster. Once we feel hungry, we must replenish our physical strength immediately, otherwise our physical strength will be weakened even more."

In just a few seconds when Bei Bat walked back to the campfire, he even felt dizzy. At the same time, a terrible appetite rose up. He felt that he could even eat the charcoal in front of him.

Batman had never been so hungry before, or it was not hunger. It was more like an irresistible negative buff that was forced on him, and it was difficult to completely exempt it through willpower.

Bei Bat felt his fingertips trembling. He knew that his blood sugar index was not optimistic, so he had to grab a sandwich from the pile of fast food and stuff it into his mouth.

After eating a sandwich and a hot dog bun, Bei Bat tried to restrain himself and stopped. First, he knew that judging from the speed of hunger, this fast food was definitely not enough, and he had to leave some food for others. On the other hand, he knew that blood sugar should not rise too fast, otherwise he didn't know what kind of moth was waiting for him.

Fortunately, after the blood sugar slowly rose, the terrible dizziness disappeared. Batman had cut the chicken with the axe he brought back from the cabin and threw them all into the picnic pot.

The camping props brought by this group of college students are quite complete, but unfortunately they are a bit flashy. The shape of the pot is very camping style, and the whole body is silver stainless steel. The problem is that it is narrow and deep, and a lot of water needs to be added. Moreover, the pot wall is too thick, and the thermal conductivity is not good. It takes a long time to boil water.

The pheasant was not big enough for four people to share, so they decided to let the injured Natasha and the main fighting force Batman eat hot food, and Baybat and Schiller eat instant food.

Only half of the large bag of convenience store food was left now. Judging from their hunger rate, it was just enough for them to survive one night, but the premise was that they could not do particularly intense exercise.

If there was really a chase in the woods, they would be starving after returning to the camp. If they could not replenish food and physical strength in time, they would die in the next chase.

And one night was enough for the killer to launch ten chases.

"I'll go hunting later." Baybat said, "There should be a rabbit nest nearby. Digging a rabbit hole does not require any tools, just a little luck."

"We need a lot of fat, and judging from the climate and topography, most of the creatures living here cannot provide the meat we need." Batman thought and said, "And if the opponent is strong, fighting with strength becomes the worst choice."

"What about the trap?" Schiller asked.

"A trap is not a good choice." Natasha shook her head and said, "It is very likely to block our own escape route. Sometimes a small mistake can lead to a huge difference."

"It sounds a bit ridiculous, but in fact the best way is to escape separately. After all, there is only one person on the other side, and we can only chase one at a time. The remaining people have enough time to hide and just wait until dawn."

Batman said the most rational solution, but soon changed the subject and said, "But I don't think we need to do this when there are two Batmen in the team. Maybe we can think of a way to let him escape with Because we will do this. "

Everyone looked at him, and after thinking for a while, Bei Bat said: "Since Natasha has been seen by him and injured by him, when night falls, we will flee in all directions. The most likely target he will choose is Natasha, because injured prey is easier to kill. This is the instinct of hunters. "

"Once he hunts Natasha, we will be able to predict his route, set traps and kill him with one shot. This should be the most effective method. "

What surprised Bei Bat was that the other three did not raise any objections to his plan to let the lady be bait.

It is understandable that Batman has no opinion. After all, every Batman knows that any plan has risks. Although they prefer to let the risks fall on themselves, they are also confident in the thoroughness of their plans and do not think they are taking risks with their teammates.

It is understandable that Natasha did not raise any objections. She is a Russian woman, and she looks very tough. She probably wants to fight head-on more than anyone else.

But this seemingly gentle doctor remained silent, which made Beibat look up to him, because in classic horror movies, once such a plan is proposed, there will inevitably be a teammate with a saintly image standing up to oppose it.

Schiller is obviously the teammate who best fits this image.

On the one hand, he is a doctor. Although Bei Bat cannot say with certainty that every doctor is kind-hearted, their risk aversion index is much higher than that of ordinary professions. On the other hand, Schiller does not look like a combatant from his appearance to his temperament, and the risk aversion index of logistics personnel is even higher.

"I believe in Batman's plan." Schiller nodded and said, "You can always come up with useful plans and execute them perfectly, so unless I can come up with a better plan than you, I will not raise any objections."

Bei Bat began to understand why he could join Batman's professional team.

In this way, several people started to set traps after dinner. While it was still bright, they used tools and shovels to dig a large pit in a place where trees were relatively sparse.

Of course, the deep pits disguised with fallen leaves in cartoons are simply impossible to achieve in reality.

Anyone who has dug a grave knows that digging a pit that allows people to lie sideways is already difficult. If you dig a pit downwards that allows people to stand and cannot jump out, it is not much simpler than digging a well with bare hands.

So this pit is only used to trip the killer. It is in the shape of a gentle slope, and then a wall of earth rises suddenly, the purpose is to trap the killer's feet and make him fall forward.

Next is the tripwire taken out from the hut, but it is not used to strangle the killer. It is fixed on an elastic device made of springs. Once the trap is triggered, it will press down, which can keep the killer crawling on the ground for a few more seconds and unable to get up.

And of course it is not a spike trap or other unstable weapons. Batman will only trust one weapon, that is himself, so there will be a Batman lying in ambush on the tree to give the killer a fatal blow.

This plan looks risky, but in fact, whether it is a trap or a tripwire, it is already a multiple insurance measure for Batman. If his physical strength is not weakened, if he is prepared, two Batmen can fight any creature, even Godzilla.

Therefore, the success rate of this plan is relatively guaranteed. Natasha only needs to run towards this side the moment the killer appears, and then successfully cross the trap - this trap is not dangerous for Natasha, because the size of their feet is different. Natasha only needs to take a big step and raise her legs to avoid being stuck in the trap and tripping.

It was late at night, and several people sat around the burning bonfire, waiting for the possible life-and-death struggle.

The jungle at night was very quiet and noisy, without any man-made noise, but the sounds of nature came one after another, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the rustling of insects and nocturnal animals, the ensemble of the rustling sound when crawling was a nocturne that even composers could not write.

It was dawn, and tonight was Christmas Eve.

No one had a look of surprise on their faces, and Bei Bat, who had been sitting and watching the bonfire all night, sighed.

He had taken off his mask to spy on the house. At this moment, he pursed his thin lips and showed a helpless smile, saying, "I was fooled, right?"

The other people also stood up to stretch their stiff limbs after sitting all night, and then they walked towards the bus stop they came from without taking anything.

Natasha patted the fallen leaves stuck to her pants and said, "When did you find out, great detective?"

"My intuition told me that something was wrong, but it was not until I went to the hunter's hut to investigate that I confirmed my guess that someone was acting."

"Oh? What made you sure of this?" Schiller asked with a smile.

"The size of the furniture in the house."

Bei Bat's eyes flashed all the furniture he saw in the hunter's hut, first of all, the sofa, which was a very normal, ordinary leather sofa.

It can be seen that the skeleton was not made by himself, but the owner of the sofa may have changed the skin for it, but the problem lies in the size.

The footprints that Bei Bat saw by the river showed that the skeleton of this murderer was very large. He must be at least 2.2 meters tall and weigh less than 300 pounds, so he couldn't leave such deep footprints.

Think about it, how can a strong man who is more than two meters tall and weighs three or four hundred kilograms use a sofa that is very ordinary to ordinary people? I'm afraid he can't even squeeze in, right?

If the sofa can still be used, the size of the bed is even more puzzling. The bed in the bedroom is at most two meters long. A monster with such a large skeleton only sleeps on a two-meter bed. I'm afraid half of his calves are hanging outside, right?

And that is not a finished bed sold in the store, but a bedding placed on a wooden frame built by hand. Since you can make your own bed, why don't you make a bigger one for yourself?

This is an obvious contradiction.

"So which of the two do you think is fake?" Schiller asked again.

"Of course it's the footprints." Bei Bat said very confidently.

"But you said that the footprints looked like they were left a few days ago, and we weren't here a few days ago."

Bebat paused slightly, turned back to look at Schiller and said, "This shows that there is more than one director in this scene."