Pet King

After several times along the way, but the heavy hiking bag pressed Zhang Zi'an like a snail, walking tightly and walking slowly, it really couldn't run, and watched the elves rushing in front of them, even more annoying. Chad keeps shouting, "You gotta drive" ...

Seeing that the elves seemed to have found something in front, he had no time to clean up the cheap bird, stepping on the leaves deeply and shallowly, and walking for a dozen minutes.

"what happened?"

Instead of approaching, he leaned on the nearest tree, leaned his backpack on the tree, and let his legs rest by friction. This was a little trick he had summarized along the way. Just pick up your backpack and don't want to leave anymore.

The elves left and right silently, letting his eyes touch a small animal lying on the side in the thorns in front.

It was a dead cat.

After seeing clearly, he immediately reminded: "Don't get too close, be careful of infectious diseases."

"It's not an infectious disease, it's been killed." Fina said blankly.

Zhang Zi'an sighed helplessly. It seems that he can only put down his backpack and walk over to take a closer look. He can't even squat with the backpack, and will fall back on his back.

As he moved his shoulder, the backpack slid down the trunk and leaned against the tree. The spotted owl flew silently to a nearby branch to rest, while Richard fluttered his wings and stood on his shoulders instead.

The elves also considered the problem of infectious diseases and did not lean too close to the dead cat. After all, he said that the prion protein could be infected even if they stepped on the urine of the infected animal, although they did not smell the urine. The smell is only bloody.

He moved his sore shoulders a few times, bent over, picked up a tree branch, walked to the dead cat, and used the tree branch to half-cover the grass leaves of the body.

The dried leaves were stained with dried blood, but not much, only a few drops.

This is an adult male cat with a large body, long hair, white hair on the chest and abdomen, and the other parts are linen with brown-black markings. It should be a mixed-breed cat with Maine bloodlines.

Even if you do n’t understand cats, when you see the long tail of this dead cat, you should know that this is not a beast cat in the forest.

There is a wound on its shoulder. This is its fatal injury. It will hurt the carotid artery a little further. If so, it will not be able to drag the injured body all the way here to die.

The hair from the wound soaked its long hair into a ball and couldn't see the exact shape of the wound.

Zhang Zi'an used a branch to smooth the hair near its wound, exposing a pair of wounds that were apparently bitten by some kind of fierce beast. The inside of the wound was tapered and deep.

He tilted the body at an angle again with a branch, and looked at the other side of the body with a flashlight. There was no wound on that side.

Obviously, it escaped all the way after being injured, and it couldn't run any longer, and eventually died of blood loss.

The climate of the Redwood Forest is cool. The cat doesn't know how long it has been dead, but it has not yet given a clear rancid odor. At least it was not smelled by Zhang Zi'an, the elves should have smelled it.

When the elves came, there were some scavengers or arthropods nearby, but the elves ran away as soon as they approached.

"Can you see what kind of animal bite?" Lao Cha asked.

Zhang Zi'an shook his head.

If the veteran Mike, who lived in the forest for a long time, is here, maybe he can see it, but Zhang Zi'an is not an experienced hunter, and it is impossible to tell from a wound just what a beast bite.

Because the cat fled here after being injured, this is not the scene of the crime, nor the footprints of the perpetrators.

"It goes without saying that it must be a coyote! The eight achievements are the group last night!" Vladimir said indignantly. "The black bear uses its paws. What other animals can there be besides the coyotes?"

"The coyote is very likely, but the problem is that the cat can still get away after being bitten."

He was a little puzzled about this question. If he was struck by his claws, he could struggle to get out of the way, and after he was bitten by the crooked fangs of the carnivorous beast, he could still break free and escape? If it is said, it may be the coyote with a small bite force.

What's more strange is that after the beast bite the cat, he didn't chase it? Isn't this the prey that let it go?

The elves didn't think that much, and Vladimir felt bad for it, and regretted that the coyotes were released last night. Maybe it was the coyotes that escaped and met the cat.

Zhang Zi'an was a little worried that Fina's mood was too excited, but she glanced at it side by side, it was calmer than Vladimir, but thoughtfully stared at the cat's body.

"Fina, what do you think?" He asked voluntarily.

Fina glanced at him and said lightly: "Anyway, this cat was killed in battle, and he didn't humiliate the cat family, that's enough."

Speaking of war death, Zhang Zi'an was inspired by the rush, and hurriedly pulled the cat's two front paws with a branch. Sure enough, she saw a few strands of hair that didn't belong to the cat in front of the paw.

Seeing that, as Fina said, this cat was killed in battle. Even if the opponent is far stronger than himself, at least he has tried to resist, but only grabbed a handful of hair.

These strands of hair are dark, but unfortunately Zhang Zi'an can only see that it is not the hair of a black bear, probably not the hair of a cougar, and what kind of beast hair he can't tell.

"Zi'an, the old man can't bear the fact that it just exposes the dead body like this, can you please let it fall into the ground for peace?" Lao Cha pleaded.

In the traditional Chinese concept of ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ it ’s really about getting into the ground. The corpse wasteland will only make the body into a good meal for various carrioners. After death, even a complete body is not left. It affects the incarnation of the next life, so even the eunuchs will save their lives for life.

"OK." Zhang Zi'an nodded and agreed.

Although this was a waste of physical work for him, but since it was a request for old tea, he was unwilling to refuse, and from the standpoint of the cat, he did not have the heart to let the same carcass be ignored. Common sense.

He took out the folded engineering shovel from the trekking bag. He usually used this shovel to cut the long dead branches into pieces, or cut dry cores from the dead trees to set fire.

With a shovel, he quickly dug a small pit under the tree that could only accommodate the carcass of the cat, deliberately deeper, so as not to be slashed by scavengers after they left.

After the pit was dug, he breathed evenly, pushed the dead cat into the small pit with a branch, shoveled the ground, compacted it, and finally covered it with dead branches and grass leaves. Nothing could be seen from the surface.

After burying, he packed up the engineering shovel and greeted the elves to continue on the road.