Non-human Gene Complex

Lan Mu was already in the deep mountains and old forests, it was getting late, and as night fell, he didn't dare to wander around after turning back into a human.

I had no choice but to sit on the giant wild boar and fiddle with my mobile phone, hoping to find someone to rescue me.

But then he found out in despair that the phone had no signal!

"I'll take the exam! No!"

No matter how Lan Mu fiddled with the phone, there was no signal here.

Can't make a distress call, should he go out by himself?

Lan Mu looked at the dark woods dejectedly, gave up the plan of walking at night, and decided to make do with it for the night.

For him, except for the moonlight, the light of the mobile phone is the only light, and the battery is only one-third left.

According to his experience, to keep the screen bright, it can only last for two hours.

With no other choice, he had to read the text message first.

Of the 21 text messages, 19 were from his boss, Editor-in-Chief Liang.

The other two were sent by my friend and colleague Cheng Ming.

He read Editor-in-Chief Liang's first. Although there were many text messages, they basically talked about one thing, that is...

Where the hell have you gone!

"Hey... I've been missing for seven days! Editor-in-chief, don't you know to call the police?"

Lan Mu looked at the text messages scolding him one after another, and editor-in-chief Liang almost scolded him as an irresponsible, arrogant, no big picture, wanton disappearance, and a heinous vicious employee.

Seeing the last text message, editor-in-chief Liang said that he was absent from work for four days without any reason, and he did not even go to the relevant department to interview him, and he did not give any explanation. He has reported this and dismissed him.

"My editor-in-chief Liang, you are so kind to me. Haven't you ever thought that I might be in a special situation?"

"Oh... this job can't be lost."

Lan Mu likes the newspaper job very much. It is stable, well paid, and passionate, which suits his temper and appetite. Generally speaking, this job is very important, and he doesn't want to lose it.

To this end, he wrote a long reply, cadenced and tearful, and he applied all the writing skills he learned in journalism, and he was bound to keep his job.

The reason he used was that he was attacked by evil forces during his unannounced poaching visit, fell off a cliff, and survived the catastrophe. He also discovered a poaching gang in the reserve and saw them hunt and kill a cherished giant wild boar.

In order to increase his persuasiveness, he also took photos of wild boars and told the story from multiple angles.

Of course, he concealed his experience of transforming into a white-haired lion for seven days, which will be the most memorable secret memory in his life.

However, this long text message failed to be sent without any accident, and there was no signal at all, so he had no choice but to save it in the draft box.

As for the text messages from his friend Cheng Ming, it was very simple, one was to tell him that another good friend Ma Xiang was engaged to his girlfriend.

The other one asked where he went? Why didn't I contact the newspaper, and the work tasks I contacted were not completed, and I disappeared.

Lan Mu couldn't laugh or cry, okay, just send a text message to ask me if I'm missing?

"We have such a deep friendship, it's not as good as Editor-in-Chief Liang's concern for me!"

Editor-in-chief Liang sent a full 19 text messages, as anxious as a rabbit.

As for Cheng Ming's text message, Lan Mu didn't reply in a hurry, and waited until he got home.

He checked the battery and saw that there was still 10% left, so he hurriedly turned off the phone, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

"Fortunately, it's summer, otherwise I'll be seriously ill if I stay overnight!"

Lan Mu leaned on the wild boar and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't sleep. There were all kinds of mosquitoes around, and the dead pig's corpse provoked many poisonous insects and ants.

Although I don't know why, these mosquitoes don't land on him at all, but just flying around is annoying enough.

Lan Mu couldn't stand it anymore, so he decided to leave here and find a better place to spend the night.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw lights approaching in the distance, as if a group of people were coming.

"Anyone? Great!"

Lan Mu was not happy for a long time, when he saw a group of people appeared, his heart was cold.

There were twelve people who came, and seven of them were the gang of poachers we met in the afternoon!

I saw that five of them were all wounded, and their bodies were covered with white bandages. The wounds had already been treated.

"How did they come back? Yes, they are reluctant to part with this giant wild boar carcass. After so long, they must think that the white lion has left long ago."

"I'm stupid, I'm still here... But maybe it's not a bad thing, I've turned back into a human, maybe I can use them to take me out of this damn jungle?"

Lan Mu squinted his eyes and thought, the light shone on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes due to the stimulation.

"Boss! Someone is here!"

"Who are you?"

Hearing the poacher's question, Lan Mu replied naturally: "I'm so unlucky that I fell from the viewing platform and almost died. Look at my clothes, they are so torn that I can't wear them! After walking all day, It’s getting dark, and there’s no mobile phone signal, so I thought I couldn’t get out!”

"You guys are here to save me! The rescue team in Fuzhou is just in time!"

After hearing what he said, the poachers looked at each other in dismay, as if they understood what he meant, they regarded everyone as people who came to save him.

But what did you just say? Falling off an observation deck?

A tall and burly man held a flashlight, took a closer look, pointed at Lan Mu and shouted, "Boss, it's him! He's that reporter!"

"Ah?" Lan Mu was stunned, what's going on? I have become a human, you still know me?

But then he realized that the other party even knew his profession!

"Ah! You..." Lan Mu felt a chill rise from the back of his spine.

The strong man bared his teeth and sneered, "What about us? Hehe."

"Uh, it's nothing. You guys know me. Did my friend ask you to come rescue me? No, I'm not a reporter! I'm just a waiter." Lan Mu pretended to be calm and said, not daring to identify the group of people. person's identity.

But now he was 100% sure that these poachers were the lunatics who sneaked up on him and threw him off the viewing platform that night seven days ago!

"Stop pretending, here, isn't this your ID? Lan Mu, urban editor of Chenguang Newspaper and out-of-the-box reporter, hehe, what a long title... I threw it down with my own hands!" The brawny man took out the blue Lan Mu's work permit was thrown on Lan Mu's face.

Lan Mu's face was livid, and he remained indifferent. He forced himself to calm down, bent down, and picked up his ID.

"Damn it, you're still alive? What a fate!" The strong man kicked Lan Mu in the stomach, causing him to back up again and again with great force, almost falling down.

Lan Mu was kicked in the stomach, stabilized his body, endured the severe pain, and said coldly: "You are absolutely lawless..."

"I just asked the staff on duty at the viewing platform about poaching, and you are going to kill me? How dare you take human life so recklessly?"

The strong man slapped Lan Mu's face with a crisp sound, and said with a bad breath, "Human life?"

"How many of our brothers are dead? After escaping from Lingnan, it was hard to find such a good place. There are no forest patrols and the management is loose. Although there are few valuable wild goods, it's okay, you boy. Want to cut off our money?"

"Damn it, you're so smart, you even directly suspected that the forest guards are ours. It's because Xiao Tang opened the back door for us that we can hunt in the reserve so generously every week. I want to give you a dead reporter It’s getting dirty, shall we drink northwest wind?”

Lan Mu couldn't understand what he heard, and after thinking about it, he realized that the Xiao Tang mentioned by this group of people should be the staff of the scenic spot that he repeatedly asked seven days ago.

I test! Don't you? I just saw that the person's answer was unclear, so I asked a few more questions.

His mental quality isn't that bad, is he? Have you never seen a reporter's professional questioning? I actually told you that I doubted him... God! Wrong!

"You guys... actually want to kill me for such a ridiculous reason?"

The strong man raised his shotgun impatiently, pointed at Lan Mu's head, and said cruelly: "A ridiculous reason? You don't care what the reason is, you can't keep it anyway!"

"It's dead of night here, and it's a good place to kill people and leave corpses. No one will know if you're killed with a single shot!"

"In a few decades, I'm afraid your bones will be disintegrated, and no one will be able to find you. Hahaha!"

After finishing speaking, the strong man exerted force on his hands and was about to pull the trigger. Lan Mu felt that death was approaching. This feeling was like the feeling of falling off a cliff seven days ago and lying on the ground crippled waiting to die.

No! My day to your family! You just want to kill me so casually?

"Wait... wait a minute!"

Lan Mu trembled crazily, his teeth were about to be crushed.

At this time, he was looking forward to power like never before, just like the terrifying power of a white-haired lion, so powerful that this group of people are all ants!

"That's right! White-haired lion!"

"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the white lion?"

The strong man sneered, "What about white lions and black lions?"

"Wait! Huang Sheng, put down the gun!" The old hunter who had seen this afternoon spoke, he hurried up and pushed the strong man away.

The strong man Huang Sheng put down his gun in doubt, and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?"

The old hunter ignored him, and asked Lan Mu with bright eyes, "You said a white lion just now? That male lion with snow-white hair?"

Seeing Huang Sheng put down the gun, Lan Mu relaxed his tense heart a little, and let out a breath, knowing that he was safe for the time being.

"Yes, it's a white-haired male lion!"

The old hunter suddenly laughed, and wanted to stretch out his hand to grab Lan Mu's collar, but just as he raised his hand, he felt a sharp pain. Both of his shoulders were seriously injured, and the bandages were bleeding.

Enduring the severe pain, the old hunter's eyes shone with fierceness and resentment.

Only then did Huang Sheng come to his senses and shouted: "Boss, the white lion he was talking about could not be the one you encountered..."

The old hunter sneered: "There are not many such white male lions in the world..."

"Little reporter, did you see our fight with the white lion this afternoon?"

Lan Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know, I arrived at night..."

"Don't lie! Boy!" The old hunter interrupted Lan Mu with a look of disbelief.

"When you were pointed at the head with a gun just now, everything was exposed. Your kid must have been there and saw it with his own eyes!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have said with certainty, 'Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the white lion?'!"

After hearing this, Huang Sheng also hit Lan Mu with the butt of his gun, and said viciously: "Damn it, I knew you were dishonest, so tell me!"

Lan Mu swallowed his saliva, secretly thinking that he was still too tender, and said, "Yes. I have seen it all."

"I was nearby at the time, and I heard gunshots, and I walked this way, and saw a mighty white male lion throw one of you down and scratch him."

"I watched from behind a tree in the distance. You lost to the white lion and ran away."

Huang Sheng said angrily: "What are you running away from? You know nothing, kid!"

"Hey." The old hunter stopped Huang Sheng from continuing to fight, and sneered, "Running is running away, there's nothing you can't admit."

"Tell me, where did the white lion go after we left?"

Lan Mu opened his mouth, looked at a group of people with shotguns surrounding him, and suddenly closed his mouth.

"Hmph, kid, if you don't say it, you're dead. If you say it, there's still a chance of life." The old hunter said solemnly.

Lan Mu is not stupid, he knows that he will die if he says it, and he has a chance if he doesn't say it.

And he can't say it, he can only make it up. He himself is the white-haired male lion, where can he find the white lion for these people?

Seeing that Huang Sheng was about to hit him with the butt of his gun again, he said indifferently.

"I know the den of the white-haired lion."