The next morning.

As usual, get up, cook, eat, remove tents, and repack your luggage.

Last night was a rare quiet night, so quiet that it made people feel a little uncomfortable. It always felt like a pond before a summer thunderstorm.

It's still the same until the morning.

Zhang Zi'an yawned and packed his things into his backpack. Although there was nothing wrong last night, he still woke up. He woke up inexplicably when he fell asleep. He half raised his head and listened to the movement outside the tent. After about ten seconds, his head fell back to the pillow with relief.

"Isn't it a little too quiet..." Richard murmured.

"What did you say?" Zhang Zian didn't hear it clearly.

Richard turned his little black eyes suspiciously and looked around, "Did you, the idiot, feel a little too quiet?"

"What are you referring to?" He was busy with his hands, and it was normal to take time to glance at the elves and the deer.

Richard rarely restrained his frivolous tone, "Why don't there be a bird around you? Stop talking about birds, I didn't even hear a bird cry this morning. Don't you, the idiot, find it strange?"

Zhang Zian didn't pay attention to this matter. Hearing this, he stopped his movements and listened carefully.

The trees in the Redwood Forest Park are mainly redwood, and there are fewer other trees. Because redwood grows too tall, it is difficult for other tree species to compete with them for sunshine.

The thick and tall mahogany, each tree covered a large area like a heavy umbrella, which led to walking in the forest, you could clearly hear the endless sound of birds around you, but you could not even see a bird.

But now, there is no more bird calls.

Every day, Zhang Zian carries a heavy backpack like a snail, and always pays attention to the movements nearby to prevent sudden dangers. He does not have much leisure to pay attention to whether the birds are screaming... But when he thinks back, it seems that when he overslept in the morning, he was woken up by the birds' screams.

Richard said this and listened intently for a while, but he did not hear the birds' cry, which was unusual in the depths of the dense primeval forest.

"Is it too early? The birds that are active at night have just returned to their nests to rest, and the birds that are active during the day have not left the nest yet?" he proposed a possibility.

Richard scratched his feathers with his bird's beak disdainfully, "You're idiot, you really want to be stupid. Do you think the bird's activities are the same as humans go to work, and can be summarized accurately using the three numbers 996?"

Zhang Zian: "...It's not your turn to despise me, and I've been freed from 996."

In fact, he knew what it said made sense, and the reasons he gave were far-fetched.

"Look at it along the way, there is no need to rush to draw conclusions so early," he said.

Richard shouted dissatisfiedly: "Dare you questioning my uncle's observation skills? Are you impatient? Although I can't see it at night, my heart is open! Don't observe with your eyes, you must observe with your heart, do you understand?"

Zhang Zian rarely hears such philosophical words from his mouth, and he agrees quite well in his heart.

Richard asked and answered without waiting for his answer: "No, you don't understand, you can only observe the world with your ass eyes."

When Zhang Zian picked up the hiking pole and tried to pump it, it had already flew to a higher branch and felt proud.

The bird's chirping requires further observation to confirm, but what is the meaning after confirmation?

In addition, yesterday's incident, the traces on the forehead of the cat that was bitten to death also need further observation. The traces on the forehead of the first mixed-seeded Maine are not well recorded, and the other three are still a little missing as samples.

After packing up, he did not rush to call the elves to set off, but took out his phone and pointed it at the open space and clicked to release the Snow Lion.

"Meow Meow?"

The snow lion appeared on the fallen leaves with a confused look on his face, blinking his eyes and looking around.

"Why is it still in the forest? Why hasn't this stinky man become a young lady yet?" it said depressedly.

It saw Fina happily, and happily walked with its short legs to approach Fina, "Your Majesty! I miss you so much! It's hard to travel in the forest, you are covered in dust, I will lick your hair!"

It just jumped out two steps and was stopped by Zhang Zi'an's legs.

"What do you stinky man want to do?" It stared at him with his eyes wide open and his claws, "Do you think I dare not cast your way in the forest?"

"Call you out, mainly because you want to ask you for help." Zhang Zian automatically ignored its other words.

"Help? If you help yourself, I'm very happy." It licked its paws and stared at his crotch with malicious intentions.

Zhang Zian took out a piece of coke from behind that was burned to half a piece of it, which was left after the bonfire burned last night.

"Actually, you don't have to do anything. Just let me draw a few strokes on your forehead." He said.

The snow lion opened his mouth in shock, stunned for a moment, and then he complained to Fina as if he was suffering from a huge grievance: "Your Majesty! You are the master of me! This stinky man wants to draw a turtle on my forehead!"

What a mess!

The Snow Lion shouted angrily: "At the time when you, a stinky man, couldn't wake up, I showed mercy on my claws and didn't draw a turtle on your face. Now you want to repay your kindness and revenge? I did not read you wrongly, even a stinky man deserves to die!"

"No, you didn't draw it because your claws couldn't hold the pen? Otherwise, you would never miss that opportunity!" Zhang Zi'an complained.

The Snow Lion was as angry as if she had been told to the point, "Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, ba

Arguing with the Snow Lion is as meaningless as quarrel with Richard. It will always pull him to the same level as it is, and then defeat him with rich experience.

"I didn't want you to draw a turtle on your face, just a few vertical lines." He explained at the black pattern on the snow lion's forehead.

The snow lion is as white as snow, and there is only a thread of black marks on his forehead. He thinks he can transform and utilize it.

The detective analyzed the serial killer's preference for crimes. What should we do next? It is definitely not possible to wait for the killer to reveal his flaws. Waiting can only watch the number of victims continue to increase. The correct approach is to provide protection for high-risk groups that meet the characteristics of the victims on the one hand, and on the other hand, take the initiative to make the police disguise and act as the victim type that the killer likes, and then wander around in areas where the killer may appear to attract the killer to go out.

Of course, the police officers themselves are definitely not good. There must be more police officers around to disguise themselves in secret protection. Otherwise, if even the police officers are killed, the entire police station's face will be thrown away.

Vladimir wanted to volunteer and asked Zhang Zi'an to draw a few m-shaped black lines on its forehead, and it acted as a bait to attract beasts to appear, but he considered that in case of conflict, it was the main force of the attack, and its appearance looked very alert at first glance, not as if it was easy to bully, and it might not necessarily attract beasts.
Chapter completed!