Wu Duan thinks that his physical strength is better than ordinary people, after all, he has studied at the police academy for four years, and after graduating from the police academy, he has never fallen behind in various physical training.
It wasn't until a day in the mountains that he realized how small he was in front of nature.
The first enemy that the crowd had to face was heat.
The secret canopy of trees completely enveloped the mountain, and even at 10 o'clock in the middle of the day, it was dark in front of the eyes, with only mottled shadows, making the group of people and horses shuttling under the trees feel like they were in a steamer.
The woods in the north are different from the rainforests in the south, they are not so wet, but after a few sweats, these northern men also feel very difficult, and their clothes are sticky to their bodies.
At the beginning, everyone was still talking and laughing, and they thought it was very fresh, and some people even said, "Outing while handling cases, where to find such a beauty" "No, how good the air is in this place, we are in the city all day long, where is the opportunity to go to this old forest" "Relaxed, relaxed" Walking the mountain road is different from the usual walking, the foot is a thick layer of fallen leaves, every step, when you settle down, you must first test with a virtual step, to make sure that there are no stones, poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, and then go down the real step.
When the grass is deep, you should also raise your steps and be careful.
The leg muscles are always tight, and soon fatigue hits, the calves, ankles, and soles are sore, everyone is silent one after another, concentrating on the road, only Lai Xiangheng, a non-professional cross talk actor, can still say a few funny words, and Wu Duan turned on the praise mode to bear.
Later, when everyone's legs were as heavy as lead, Lai Xiangheng stopped talking, only the sound of trouser legs and clothes rubbing against plants, and the increasingly heavy gasping of everyone.
Wu Duan approached Yan Sixian, pointed to the person at the front of the team, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you find the wilderness survival expert?"
He was referring to a foreigner, tall with curly blonde hair.
"Sherlock, didn't I say that the friend I made when I was studying abroad was a fan of Chinese culture.
You can understand that he was bribed by me with a hot pot. ” "Hot Pot" Yan Sixian remembered the funny things in the past, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, "This foreigner is really very, I have known me for half a year, I took him to a hot pot restaurant opened by us Chinese abroad for a meal."
He burst into tears after eating, took my hand and asked me if I had never regarded him as a friend before, otherwise why did he wait for him to eat such a delicious thing for half a year. ” Wu Duan snorted, laughing so hard that his shoulders trembled.
Yan Sixian reminded: "Save it and laugh again, be careful of the fork." ” Wu Duan thought so, took a few deep breaths, and stopped laughing.
Yan Sixian continued: "Sherlock is the person I can find in a short period of time who knows how to survive in the wild, he once served in the UK's best special forces, and also achieved good results in an internationally renowned wilderness survival training, it is a coincidence that he can be found, he happens to travel to China, this guy has to come to China several times a year."
Someone in the team suggested, "Let's find a place with a water source, wash a little, and rest." ” Wu Duan, who was at the front of the team, agreed to come down, but until it was almost dark, he didn't find any water sources such as rivers and streams.
When everyone entered the mountain, they hurriedly bought a box of mineral water in the village commissary, and each person divided a few bottles, and they didn't dare to throw the bottles after drinking, just for the follow-up water.
The weather was too hot and he was sweating too much, and Wu Duan had already drunk 4 bottles of 5 bottles of mineral water, which was still in the case of Sherlock repeatedly reminding everyone to save water and drink water in small sips, if he was not reminded, Wu Duan suspected that he might drink all the water in half a day.
In this way, everyone ushered in the first choice after entering the mountain: continue to walk, or go back It's safer to go back, but after such repeated tossing, all the previous efforts are wasted, and the tomb robber gang simply don't chase after it.
If you don't go back, it is foreseeable that tomorrow everyone will face a shortage of water, and in such a hot and humid weather, how deadly the lack of water is, there is no need to say more.
When it gets dark, some of the felons set up tents, and some make fires for cooking.
The atmosphere of the team was dull, far less euphoric than when they first entered the forest.
Wu Duan, Yan Sixian, and Master Wen Jia sat around in front of a wind lamp, planning to discuss countermeasures.
Sherlock instructed everyone to set up tents, collect firewood, and make fires.
Sherlock has a pair of turquoise eyes with deep eye sockets, which makes him seem to have a melancholy temperament, but in fact he is very easy to get along with and answers all questions.
He can especially talk to Master Wenjia, after Master Wenjia gave him a small compass, he instantly turned into a fan brother, chased after Master Wenjia and asked this and that, obviously a fan of Chinese culture, Wu Duan even saw that once Sherlock squatted down and signaled that he could carry Wenjia on his back, but the master politely refused.
Wu Duan once secretly asked Wen Jia when he was in a hurry: "Master, you can also speak English" Wen Jia smiled and shook her head, "No, it's all up to the gesture."
I have a relationship with him, and I have a soul. ” Probably because this foreigner has the same name as Sherlock Holmes, and the interesting story told by Yan Sixian, Wu Duan has a very good impression of Sherlock.
At this time, as soon as everyone sat down, Wu Duan only felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart, especially his two legs, as if he was about to disobey the call, so he beat his legs hard.
Yan Sixian is not much better, not only beating his legs, but also repeatedly smearing mosquito repellent, the mosquitoes in the deep mountains and old forests are different from those in the city, and a bite may kill someone.
Yan Sixian was already recruiting mosquitoes, and he naturally didn't dare to relax his mosquito prevention work, Wu Duan took the mosquito repellent liquid in his hand, and just wanted to help him wipe it on the back of his neck, Sherlock came.
This foreigner was a little excited, stretched out his hand at Wu Duan, and said something quickly.
Wu Duan understood the "notebook" and handed him his notebook.
Sherlock took the notebook and flipped through the last page, a simple map drawn with a ballpoint pen.
During today's journey and search for water, the map had been checked repeatedly, and Sherlock was even more agitated when he saw the map.
After Yan Sixian finished a long stream of English in a gulp, he said to Wu Duan in jerky Chinese: "Liar, deceive." ” It means that the information on the map is false.
Wu Duan naturally noticed that something was wrong.
The map was drawn by Wu Duan to the village party secretary before entering the mountain, which drew the path that the villagers often took when entering the mountain, and also marked three water sources.
It stands to reason that as long as you find a water source, you will be foolproof, but today everyone has searched for three places, but they have not found even a drop of water.
Yan Sixian also twisted his eyebrows and explained: "Sherlock said that two of the three water sources marked on the map are not only without water, but there are no traces of any water before, and there is another one, although the traces of water flow can be seen, but it is just a trace of erosion caused by the rain flowing down the mountain in the rainy season, and it is not a real stream at all."
In other words, the map drawn by the village party secretary is very problematic. ” When Yan Sixian said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, he was afraid of causing panic
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