Chapter 91, Chapter 90: The Hunter's Training: Forgot to Insert in the Reverse Direction...

The first idol in history: Qin Shi Huang

Because he got many people hooked.

Zhuge Tongzhi fell straight into the pit, pulled down by the heavyweight Kojima Genta with a leash, and then piled on top of Yoshida Ayumi and Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko into the pit together.

"Ouch!"

The three children tumbled together at the bottom of the pit covered with fallen leaves. Kojima Genta, who was crushed to the bottom by his friends, was almost squashed into a pancake and cried out in pain, flailing his limbs.

"He's being crushed! He's going to be crushed to death!"

"Ouch, who's kicking my back!"

"The rope! The rope is caught on my neck!"

Zhuge Tongzhi, who was being rubbed and pressed among the children, groaned. He felt as if he were being pounced on and rubbed by three fierce huskies at the same time. The children's short arms and legs made them powerless to fight back.

How could this be!

The climbing rope in her hand seemed to be meant to restrict the husky's movements, but in reality, it just gave the husky the power to run around. The actual effect was not up to her to decide.

After being pulled out of the pit covered in dust by Uncle Ishikawa with a hearty laugh, Zhuge Tongzhi wiped the dust off his face and felt deeply that he had brought this trouble upon himself.

How could a rope possibly restrain someone who "let go"?

Zhuge Tongzhi angrily ripped the climbing rope off his wrist and stuffed it haphazardly into his pocket.

"Well, did you feel the power of the trap?" Uncle Ishikawa laughed in a deep voice, looking at the three little ones that Sueiro Ishikawa and Professor Agasa had pulled out, and said with a smile, "If you want to become a hunter, learning how to set traps is a required course."

"Didn't you feel the power of the trap?" Zhuge Tongzhi looked at the wicked old man with a half-moon eye and smiled. "Wasn't it you who encouraged Yuan Tai to step on the animal trap? As a result, Yuan Tai got caught and fell into the pit."

However, this incident does illustrate a point.

Zhuge Tongzhi squatted down and watched as Ishikawa Suerou skillfully untied the wire rings binding Kojima Genta's shoes—the animal traps used by the Ishikawa family were not the traditional serrated clamps, but rather trigger-type leg-binding iron rings.

When animals walk across this area, they may accidentally step into a trap buried in the shallow soil and fallen leaves. Their legs will be tightly entangled by the iron rings, the other end of which is attached to an iron bar fixed to the ground. Small animals simply cannot break free.

According to the hunter, his income comes from taking on tasks from local villagers and the government to deal with wild boars and deer that cause trouble, as well as selling the game he catches.

The prey that gets caught in the trap will quickly die from blood loss, and by the time the hunters go up the mountain to check the trap, it has often been dead for some time. Even if it doesn't die, the fear and stress caused by the injury will make the prey's flesh taste bitter, thus it won't fetch a good price.

Therefore, they no longer use traditional animal traps; the rapidly developing new era has given hunters a more win-win option.

Therefore, Suiro Ishikawa's claim that the pangolin's leg was injured by a trap is a complete lie. These iron rings can only restrict an animal's movement, but they will not cause a wound serious enough to affect its ability to walk.

So the pangolin's leg probably had a gunshot wound, and the child's words to them were quite interesting... Zhuge Tongzhi quietly watched as the restored trap was shallowly buried beneath the surface of the soil, and felt Yoshida Ayumi ruffle his hair.

Then dust mixed with broken leaves began to fall from in front of me.

Zhuge Tongzhi paused for a moment, then lowered his head and frantically ruffled his hair, shaking fallen leaves and other debris onto the newly buried trap.

Consider it helping to set a trap.

"You learn very quickly." Uncle Ishikawa watched the four dusty children shake off the dust, not mentioning his earlier mischief, and coughed as he pointed out the details of setting up the trap: "You can't step on the area around the trap, otherwise the animals will know immediately."

"And also, there's a specific way to sprinkle the soil on the trap. All of you, squat down and take a look."

The hunter beckoned the children to squat beside the trap, his rough fingers digging into the soft weeds to pick up a small clump of soil. "The surface soil and the deeper soil smell different; animals can smell these differences..."

The hunter, his voice deep and resonant, continued speaking with great vigor, but another female voice gradually filled Zhuge Tongzhi's ears: 'The smell of surface soil and deep soil is different, Tong.'

The top layer is called the organic layer, which contains dead leaves and partially decomposed organic debris. The next layer is called the humus layer, where accumulated humus gives the soil its grayish-black or black color…

A forest soil profile suddenly appeared before his eyes. Zhuge Tongzhi stared blankly at the different colored soil layers, which were being named and explained line by line with the text.

The woman's hushed voice beside me didn't finish explaining the lowest layer of parent rock until it was replaced by another cold, icy voice.

"I said, we're supposed to be on a covert mission, right? Why are we suddenly having geography lessons?" the boy's voice, still going through puberty, said somewhat exasperatedly. "And I've already memorized all of this."

'No, no, no, my silly little brother.' The female voice, already past puberty, clicked her tongue twice and declared confidently: 'There's a saying, "Seeing is believing," and another, "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth," and yet another…'

"Excuse me, I'm not your little brother." The boyish voice coldly interrupted the girl's voice, which was writing a series of parallel sentences. "And, what we really need right now is the saying, 'A barking dog doesn't bite.' Get ready, it's time to go in."

'Stupid little brother is a fixed pairing! Fixed pairing, understand? And don't describe us as dogs!' Just by listening to the voice, you could feel the person's protesting appearance with bared teeth and claws. Zhuge Tongzhi silently curled the corners of his mouth.

"It should be said that, as Confucius said, 'A gentleman desires to be slow to speak but quick to act.'" The man said solemnly, "I, in my foolishness, must never have the thought of belittling myself."

"Now you're not sticking with us anymore? Your principles are quite flexible." But the boy's voice only snorted, retorting in a low voice, "If we don't leave here, we're Rum's two dogs. A good dog doesn't bite, but I'm not a good dog."

The topic was serious, dark, and oppressive, but the other party in the conversation seemed to have had some button accidentally flipped, chuckling and letting out soft gasps of laughter: 'Pfft! Great job, good dog! Good dog! *chuckle* Rewarding myself with some playtime…'

Computer, Bigger, and Radish watched.

A strong sense of déjà vu immediately filled the air, causing the previously heavy atmosphere to vanish without a trace, like a punctured balloon.

Zhuge Tongzhi, whose expression had just turned serious, immediately relaxed. In a daze, he seemed to feel his head and chin being rubbed a couple of times, and he could hear a hissing sound of air leaking out.

"...You're so annoying," the boy said sullenly. "I really don't have time to mess around with you."

The hissing sound of air leaking out suddenly became even louder.

Wait, there really is a hissing sound of air leaking out.

Zhuge Tongzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, snapping out of his auditory hallucination. He shook his head and saw the scene before him clearly—Ishikawa Yu was deflating a broken tire abandoned in the mountains with the three little ones.

"I don't know what's going on, but recently some villagers have been dumping garbage into the mountains." Ishikawa Yu stomped hard on the tires, making a hissing sound as he released air. "Dumping this kind of big garbage not only damages the environment, but also prevents animals from crossing this road anymore."

"Don't let me catch these little brats." The hunter uncle tried to speak forcefully, his words sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth. Zhuge Tongzhi noticed that Ishikawa Suiro involuntarily trembled when he heard these words.

"Hey." The black-haired girl raised her eyebrows, watching the buzz-cut boy step forward to help carry the tire at his father's urging, so that it would be easier to carry it down the mountain after the air was deflated.

However, Zhuge Tongzhi did not believe that the tire was just some trash that the villagers had carelessly discarded. Because the Ishikawa family lived deep in the village, they had passed by the houses on both sides of the dirt road as they rode in Professor Agasa's Beetle.

Most people in the village either park light three-wheeled cargo vans, shared heavy trucks for hauling goods, or a very small number of family cars; these are basically the three types of vehicles.

The types of tires used in these three types of vehicles are basically fixed: small three-wheeled vehicles have thin and engraved tires, while heavy truck tires have striped patterns or block stripes more suitable for mountain roads.

The treads on family cars are lighter because most people living in the mountains choose sports cars, which have unidirectional treads on their tires.

The tires in front of us don't fit any of these scenarios...

Zhuge Tongzhi looked at the tire that several people were lifting together, stepped forward, and wiped away the large chunks of dried mud on the tire, revealing the complex tread pattern underneath that had been dented due to air leakage.

These are the most commonly used tires for small convertible trucks.

The tires had large clumps of mud on them, with light-colored yellow soil in the treads and dark soil on the outside, indicating that they had driven from a smooth dirt road in the rain onto a mountain road.

Chiba Prefecture experienced a torrential downpour the day before yesterday.

Meanwhile, the tire was damaged because the sidewall was ripped.

So today, when they passed by the neighbor next door to the Ishikawa family, an old woman was complaining that someone had knocked over the newly paved curb in front of her door, the sharp, rough granite surface gleaming in the sunlight...

Almost simultaneously, a blue and white navigation box popped up in front of me:

Next waypoint: An unexpected guest on a rainy night (incomplete)

Zhuge Tongzhi glanced at the prompts on the navigation box, and followed the hunter team at Yoshida Ayumi's loud call, but his brows furrowed.

The prompt box seemed to appear a beat later than she was thinking, and Zhuge Tongzhi hadn't forgotten the conversation she'd just hallucinated. A subtle sense of disorientation began to spread through her mind.

"Who am I?" The black-haired girl looked down at the weeds she had stepped on and suddenly asked herself.

"You're my sister," the voice replied cheerfully.

"Then who are you?" she countered.

"I'm your older sister," the woman's voice replied matter-of-factly.

Zhuge Tongzhi: ...

What's the difference between this sentence and "hot things feel hot to the touch"? Isn't the younger sister's older sister the older sister? Or is she still a stupid little brother?

The black-haired girl's sudden coldness startled Yoshida Ayumi, who was about to approach. The short-haired girl cautiously raised her hand and waved it in front of her dazed friend, tentatively calling out, "Kiri-chan?"

"Hmm?" Zhuge Tongzhi blinked and came back to his senses. His expression softened instantly, and he tilted his head to look at Yoshida Ayumi: "What's wrong, Ayumi?"

The short-haired girl felt that her friend had suddenly turned back into the familiar person she knew. She scratched her head in confusion, but eventually got over the odd thing and showed Zhuge Tongzhi the small shovel in her hand: "Uncle Ishikawa said there are bamboo shoots on the mountain. Let's go dig for bamboo shoots together."

"There are traps on the mountain and it's easy to get lost, so let's go together." Upon hearing that they were free to move around, Zhuge Tongzhi immediately became more alert, but when he turned around and looked around, he found that Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko and Kojima Genta had disappeared while he was daydreaming.

The black-haired girl had a dejected expression on her face, as if she had "completely failed."

The hunter uncle, however, had a good attitude. Having raised his children in the mountains since they were young, he said unhurriedly, "Moro went with them. If you hurry up and follow the path, you will see them. You won't get lost."

“Tairo and Jiro have already cleared the traps on the mountain. Just follow Suiro and don’t go too deep.” Ishikawa Yu said, raising the hunting rifle at his waist, and reminded, “The deep mountains are an open hunting area, but there are no brown bears in these mountains, so not many people come to hunt. But it’s best not to go in.”

"We'll be waiting for you in the yard with the barbecue," Professor Agasa said with a smile, stroking his beard. The disastrous picnic experience hadn't left him with the slightest psychological trauma. The two old men chatted as they walked down the mountain hand in hand.

Zhuge Tongzhi, who stayed behind with Yoshida Ayumi: ...

"Shall we go?" Ayumi Yoshida asked excitedly, holding up the small shovel, her feet already itching to step out.

"...Let's go, let's catch up with Tsuburaya and Kojima quickly." Zhuge Tongzhi sighed wearily, listening to the detective badge location broadcast by Noah's Ark in his earphones, and led Yoshida Ayumi into the depths of the mountains.

Calm down, calm down, it's time to think about this from a different perspective.

The black-haired girl encouraged herself, tightly holding the hand of the girl who was looking around for bamboo shoots, and quickened her pace toward the location indicated by the badge.

Ayumi, who has the most experience in hosting hostages, is now in her hands, and her backpack also contains emergency tools for dealing with various situations. Could there be a worse situation than taking hostages and being unarmed?

have.

Zhuge Tongzhi pressed Yoshida Ayumi down behind the bushes, looking at the small craters on the opposite tree caused by bullets, feeling a slight itch as the tiny branches poked his back, which was tucked into the bushes.

I forgot to insert the reverse flag earlier. The black-haired girl, with her hands empty, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, repeating this three times before calming her rapid heart rate.

Once he regained his composure, Zhuge Tongzhi turned and slammed his fist on the ground. Looking at the completed waypoints and the two fixed detective badge locations, he wiped his face.

"Wayway: An Uninvited Guest on a Rainy Night (Completed)"

Good news: The uninvited guest's open-top truck has been found, along with a truckload of pangolins and a number of other illegal game that looked suspicious. The poachers have also been identified.

Bad news: Two of the Teitan Three Idiots have been lost. The poachers are Ishikawa Taro and Jiro, who were given a few bullets as a gift for their new identities.

Just when I was having a headache, the navigation bar kept updating inconveniently, swaggering around in the void and disturbing my peace of mind:

Next waypoint: Poacher's Hut (Incomplete)

The blue and white overlapping arrows flashed, circled in place, and pointed to Zhuge Tongzhi's bulging trouser pocket.

There was a cell phone, a climbing rope, and a detective badge.

There is also a box of APTX4869 antidote that I carry with me.

She once said she would never eat it, without ever adding a counter-argument.

Haha, look at the mess this has made.

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Author's note: Mwah!