Infinite Sims

After death, the neuromuscular muscles will relax, and the bladder sphincter and anorectal sphincter will lose their function, which also leads to the extremely foul smell of Bourne's lower body.

Even if the biting cold wind keeps blowing, you can still smell it faintly.

No one noticed that this stench seemed to have added "materials", and no one noticed that there was a little charred powder scattered around.

Charles put a cloth around his face as a mask, and asked half of the people to be on guard, while the other half were responsible for lighting with flashlights, while he came to Bourne to observe carefully.

"Except for the puncture wound on the neck, there are no other obvious injuries on the body. The belt is half untied and still hanging on the trousers..."

Based on the clues he saw, he guessed: "Bourne should be unbuttoning his belt at that time, and then he was attracted by some sound, subconsciously looked up, and the exposed throat happened to be nailed to the tree by the short arrow shot."

"If it's not luck, it's because the murderer has extremely high arrow skills."

"Judging from the style of the short arrow, the murderer should have used a bow and crossbow, and the distance should not have exceeded 50 meters."

"There are very few prey in the wilderness that reach the height of a normal person's throat. It can be inferred that the murderer deliberately wanted to kill Bourne, and he acted decisively."

"There are six detectors arranged around here, and the murderer didn't trigger any of them. If it's not luck, it's because he was prepared in advance, and he may even have seen our deployment process."

"To sum up, the murderer should be a person, and it was not a temporary idea, but came for us."

Charles' face was a little gloomy. He didn't expect that this kind of accident would happen again when the hunting mission was only a few days away.

Hearing that the murderer's target was everyone in the team, someone immediately said: "Boss, I admit that this murderer shot very accurately, but the reason why he killed Bourne was mainly because of a sneak attack. Now that we are vigilant, he still If he dares to come, he is afraid that he does not know how to write the word "death."

"Yes, and the crossbow is so troublesome, how can it be as easy to use as our guns, I can turn him into a hornet's nest with a single shot!"

Someone next to him echoed.

Charles snorted coldly and asked, "How do you know that the murderer can't use a gun? He doesn't have a gun on him?"

Those who spoke just now fell silent.

Thinking about it carefully, Bourne was killed by a crossbow, which can only prove that the murderer is good at arrows, but it does not mean that the murderer does not know how to use a gun, let alone that the murderer does not have a gun.

As for the question of why you use a bow if you have a gun, it is naturally to avoid attracting the attention of yourself and others.

But it can also be seen from this that there should be only one murderer.

Dennis asked in a daze, "Boss, what should we do?"

Regardless of whether the murderer was their entire team or not, it was already doomed that they would never be able to sleep peacefully again from the moment this incident happened.

After all, who can sleep carelessly when he knows that there may be a poisonous snake waiting for his opportunity?

"Bourne's death took about fifteen minutes. The murderer is likely to be far away, but it is not certain."

Charles thought for a while and issued an order: "Two people form a group, search around separately, if you find something abnormal, call for support immediately, if there is no result in half an hour, come back here and gather."

Eleven people were divided into four groups.

Three of them are in groups of three, one is in groups of Charles and the rest.

Many of them have experienced brutal wars and successfully survived the hail of bullets, and they are all capable.

Although these years have been a lot more relaxed than on the battlefield because of being poachers, but now that the crisis is coming, they must not be underestimated as they have re-entered the state of alert.

Fearing that the light source would give away their position, no one turned on the flashlight.

The sight depends entirely on the night vision device, and the three of them back-to-back tactic, each marking a direction, and slowly moving forward to search.

"Don't look for me! Don't look for me!"

Dennis muttered in his heart.

Now he is holding a rifle, his back is almost stuck to his teammates, but even so, there is no sense of security.

The forest under the night vision device is like those supernatural movies, scary, infiltrating, and uncomfortable.

Especially after knowing that there is likely to be an excellent assassin hiding in the dark, the discomfort becomes even stronger.

"Wait a minute, I'll tie my shoelaces."

At this time, Dennis realized that his shoelaces had loosened at some point, and while taking half a step to the side, he squatted down to tie his shoelaces.

But in an instant, he felt something was wrong.

His stepping foot was blocked by something, it seemed to be a thread.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several crackling sounds sounded.

A teammate next to him trembled and fell directly to the ground.

Dennis looked back and saw that the teammate was stuck with several short arrows, from the abdomen to the neck, most of them were stuck in the clothes, only the short arrow at the throat was deeply pierced, leaving only half a finger less than tail feathers.

Cold sweat broke out from his head. If he hadn't squatted down just now, he might be the one who died now.

Da da da!

Almost at the same time, another teammate pulled the trigger in the direction of the arrow.

The dazzling tongues of flame hit the trees, making a dull sound.

"Bastard! Die for me!"

This teammate didn't finish the bullets on impulse, but after a wave of continuous shooting, he used the method of burst shooting to suppress and walked slowly towards that side.

"Wait, there should be no one over there..."

Dennis raised his hand and was about to stop this impulsive teammate. He saw a few fixed crossbows on the tree that was destroyed by bullets. Obviously, the reason why they fired was related to the line he just touched. have vital relationships.

But before he finished speaking, he saw his teammate step on the air, and the whole person disappeared in front of his eyes.

After a scream, there was no more sound.

"Could it be another trap?"

Dennis swallowed subconsciously, stood up and approached slowly, very slowly, fearing that he would encounter some trap again, and arrived at the place where his teammates disappeared after ten or so seconds.

Squat down and look forward.

It was a two-meter-square pothole, with several rows of sharpened branches in the hole, and the teammate's body was pierced by four branches.

Judging from the scattered branches and leaves around, it should have been some camouflage before.

Undoubtedly, this trap and the one just now are not clever, and can even be said to be simple.

If it is normal, even if they are not vigilant enough, it is impossible for them to fall into this trap.

But now, I can only use the bad night vision goggles to see things, and I'm focusing all my attention on finding people, so I didn't notice these dead traps.

"what should I do now?"

Dennis was a little overwhelmed.

But soon, he found himself in a dangerous situation.

There was such a big commotion just now, if the murderer was nearby, he would definitely be attracted to him, and now he was alone, so he was simply an excellent target.

"By the way, call the boss!"

Dennis was about to pick up the communicator when he felt a strange voice behind his head.

It was as if something was standing close behind him, breathing into the back of his head.

Dennis held his breath, quietly touched the gun bag on his leg with one hand, and turned his head behind him at an extremely slow speed.

A strong black retriever appeared in his eyes, very close to him.

It was so close that Dennis could see the sharp teeth of the black hound and the shreds of meat in the gaps between the teeth, and even smelled a bit fishy breath.

At the end of his life, he saw the black hound with its mouth open.