Chapter 1913 U: Beyond the Big Event (Seventeen)

Beibao 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?" Beibao said in disbelief. He had eaten bread only two or three hours ago, so why did he become hungry again so soon?

Batman had already walked back to the campfire and started to continue Schiller's work with the pheasants. While using boiling water to remove the feathers, he said: "Our absorptive capacity seems to have decreased, and the blood sugar response due to hunger has also increased. Soon, once you feel hungry, you must replenish your physical strength immediately, otherwise your physical strength will be weakened even more. "

In the few seconds it took Beiba to walk back to the campfire, he even felt dizzy. At the same time, a terrible appetite arose, and he felt that he could even eat the charcoal in front of him.

Batman has never suffered from this kind of hunger, or in other words, this is not starvation, it is more like an irresistible negative buff forced on the body, and it is difficult to completely save through willpower.

Beibao 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 finishing a sandwich and a hot dog bun, Beiba tried hard to restrain himself and stopped. First, because 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 one hand, he knew that his blood sugar could not rise too quickly, otherwise he would not know what was waiting for him.

Fortunately, after the blood sugar slowly rose, the terrible dizziness disappeared. Batman had already cut up the chicken with the ax he got from the hut and threw them all into the small picnic pot.

The camping props of 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 it is made of silver stainless steel. The problem is that it is narrow and deep, so a lot of water needs to be added, and the pot wall is too thick and has poor thermal conductivity. No, it would take half a day to boil water.

The pheasant was not big enough to be shared by four people, so they decided that the injured Natasha and Batman, the main combat force, would eat hot food, while Baybat and Schiller would eat fast food.

The large bag of convenience store food was only half empty now. Judging from their hunger rate, it was enough for them to get through the night, but the prerequisite was that there was no particularly strenuous exercise.

If there really is a chase in the forest, you will definitely be hungry and panicked when you return to the camp. If you can't replenish food and physical energy in time, you will die in the next chase.

And one night is enough for the murderer to launch ten chases.

"I'm going hunting later." Bei Bat said, "There should be a rabbit nest nearby. You don't need any tools to dig out a rabbit hole, just a little luck."

"We need a lot of fat, and judging from the climate and landform conditions, most of the creatures living here cannot provide the meat we need." Batman thought and said: "And if the opponent is strong, fighting for strength will be enough." The worst choice.”

"Where's the trap?" Schiller asked.

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

"It sounds ridiculous, but actually the best way is to run away separately. No matter what, there is only one person on the other side, and you can only chase one at a time. The remaining few people will have enough time to hide, as long as they stay up until dawn. "

Baybat said the most rational solution, but soon changed the topic and said: "But I don't think we need to do this when there are two Batmans in the team. Maybe we can find a way to let He thought we would do that."

Everyone looked at him, and Beiba thought for a while and then said: "Since Natasha has been seen by him and injured by his own hands, then when night comes and we run away, he is most likely to choose The target is Natasha, because injured prey is easier to kill, this is the hunter’s instinct.”

"Once he hunts Natasha, we can predict his course of action, lay a trap and kill him with one strike. This should be the most effective method."

To Baybat's surprise, the other three didn't raise any objections to his plan to use the lady as bait.

It is understandable that Batman has no objection. 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 feel that You are risking your teammates.

It's easy to understand why Natasha didn't raise any objections. She is a Russian woman, and she seems to be a very tough woman. She probably wants to fight head-on more than anyone else.

But this very gentle-looking doctor actually remained silent, which made Beibao look at him with contempt, because in classic horror movies, once such a plan is proposed, a teammate with the image of a Virgin will definitely stand up to oppose it. .

Schiller is clearly the teammate who best fits this profile.

On the one hand, he is a doctor. Although it cannot be said with absolute certainty that every doctor is a benevolent doctor, their risk aversion index is much higher than that of ordinary professions. On the other hand, Schiller does not look very good in appearance or temperament. For example, combat personnel and logistics personnel have a higher risk aversion index.

"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."

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

In this way, after dinner, several people began to set traps. 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 pit disguised with fallen leaves in cartoons is 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 easier than digging a well with bare hands.

So this pit is just used to trip the killer. It presents a gentle slope, and then leaves a wall of soil that rises sharply. The purpose is to trap the killer's feet and make him fall forward.

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

Then of course it was not a spike trap or other unstable weapons. Batman would only trust one weapon, that is himself, so there would 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 had not been weakened, with preparation, two Batmen could fight any creature, even Godzilla.

So the success rate of this plan is still relatively guaranteed. Natasha only needs to run towards this side at 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 were one after another, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the rustling of insects and nocturnal animals, the ensemble of the rustling sounds when crawling was a nocturne that even composers could not write.

It was dawn, and tonight was Christmas Eve.

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

He had taken off his mask before to peek into the house, and at this moment, his thin lips were pursed, revealing a helpless smile, and said, "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 where 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 wasn't until I went to the hunter's hut to investigate that I was sure of 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 through all the furniture he had seen 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 outer skin, but the problem lies in the size.

The footprint that Bei Bat saw by the river shows that the skeleton of this murderer is very large, and he must be at least 2.2 meters tall and weigh less than 300 pounds to leave such a deep footprint.

Just 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, then 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 am afraid that half of his calves will be hanging outside?

And that is not a ready-made bed sold in the store, but a bedding placed on a wooden frame built by hand. Since you can make your own bed, why not 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 didn't come here a few days ago."

Bei Bat paused slightly, turned his head back to Schiller and said: "This shows that there is more than one director in this scene."