Lan Mu was in the deep mountains and forests. It was already late. When night fell, he turned into a human and did not dare to walk around.

I had to sit on the giant wild boar and fiddle with my cell phone, hoping to find someone to save me.

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

"I'll take the exam! No!"

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

If you can't make a call for help, do you want him to go out by himself?

Lan Mu looked at the dark woods in frustration, gave up his plan to walk at night, and decided to make do with me here for a night before talking about it.

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

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

When there was no choice, he had to read the text message first.

There were 21 text messages, 19 of which were sent by his boss and editor-in-chief Liang.

There are two more that were posted by my friend and colleague Cheng Ming.

He first read editor Liang. Although there were many text messages, what he said was basically one thing, that is...

Where have you died?

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

Lan Mu looked at the text messages that cursed him one by one, and Editor-in-Chief Liang simply scolded him as an irresponsible, arrogant, without a view of the overall situation, and was absent-minded and unforgivable bad employees.

When he saw the last text message, Editor Liang said that he had absent from work for four days without reason and had not yet interviewed the relevant departments that had already said hello, and there was no explanation. He had reported it and fired him.

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

"Oh... this job cannot be lost."

Lan Mu likes the work of the newspaper very much. It is both stable, well-paid, and passionate, which is in line with his temper and his appetite. In general, this job is very important and he doesn't want to lose it.

For this reason, he wrote a long reply, stuttering and crying, and applied all the brushwork he learned in journalism, which would have to keep his job.

The reason he used was that he was attacked by evil forces during an undercover investigation of poaching, fell off a cliff, survived the disaster, and found a poaching gang in the reserve, and saw them hunting a treasured giant wild boar.

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

Of course, he concealed his seven-day experience of transforming into a white-haired lion throughout the whole process, which would be the most memorable secret memory in his life.

However, the super long text message failed without any accident and had no signal at all. He could only save it in the draft box helplessly.

As for his friend Cheng Ming's text message, it was very simple. One was telling him that another good friend Ma Xiang was engaged to his girlfriend.

Another letter was asking where he was? Why didn’t he contact the newspaper? The job tasks he had contacted were not completed, and he was missing.

Lan Mu was so amused and laughed. Okay, if I am missing, just send a text message to ask?

"The relationship between us has such a deep friendship, so we don't care more about me than Editor Liang!"

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

Lan Mu was not in a hurry to reply to Cheng Ming’s text message, and he would talk about it when he got home.

He looked at the power, and there was still 10% left. He hurriedly turned off the power, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

"Fortunately it's summer, otherwise I would have to get seriously ill after one night!"

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

Although I don’t know why these mosquitoes don’t fall on him at all, just flying nearby is annoying enough.

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

But as soon as he stood up, he saw a light approaching in the distance, and it seemed that a group of people were coming.

"Someone? That's great!"

Lan Mu was not happy for long. When he saw a group of people appear, his heart was cold.

There were twelve people coming, seven of whom were the poachers he encountered in the afternoon!

Five of them were all wounded, with white bandages on their bodies, and the wounds had been treated.

"Why are they back? Yes, they can't bear to leave the giant wild boar's body. After so long, they must think that the white lion has left long ago."

"I'm stupid and I'm still here... But this may not be a bad thing. I've become a human. Maybe I can use them to take me out of this damn jungle?"

Lan Mu narrowed his eyes and thought, the light shining on his face, so stimulating that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Boss! This is someone!"

"Who are you?"

After hearing the poacher's inquiry, Lan Mu replied naturally: "I was so unlucky. I fell off the observation deck and almost died. Look at my clothes, they were torn to wear! I walked all day long and it was dark and my phone had no signal. I thought I could not get out!"

"You 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, and understood what he meant. They regarded everyone as the one who came to save him.

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

A strong man with a big and thick flashlight was held, he looked closer, pointed at Lan Mu and shouted: "Boss, it's him! He is the reporter!"

"Ah?" Lan Mu was confused. What's going on? I've become a human being. Do you still know me?

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

"Ah! You guys..." Lan Mu felt a cold air rise from his back spine.

The strong man grinned his teeth and sneered: "What are we? Hehe."

"Uh, nothing, you know me, did my friend ask you to save me? No, I'm not a reporter! I'm just a waiter." Lan Mu said pretending to be calm, not daring to identify the identities of these people.

But he is now 100% sure that these poachers are the crazy people who sneaked into him and threw him off the observation deck that night seven days ago!

"Stop pretending, here is this your ID? Chenguang Newspaper Urban Editor, Running Reporter Lan Mu, hehe, what a long title... You were thrown down by me with my own hands!" The strong man took out Lan Mu's work permit and threw it on Lan Mu's face.

Lan Mu's face turned pale and he remained silent. He forced himself to calm down, bent down, and picked up his ID.

"Damn, you are not dead yet? You're so lucky!" The strong man kicked Lan Mu in the stomach, and the huge force made him retreat repeatedly and almost fell down.

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

"I just asked the on-duty staff of the observation deck about poaching. Are you going to kill me? How dare you take human life so careless?"

The strong man slapped Lan Mu on the face, making a crisp sound, and said with bad breath: "Human life?"

"Who are the few of us brothers and there are not many lives? After escaping from Lingnan, we finally found such a good place. There are no patrol police and the management is loose. Although there are few valuable wild goods, it's okay. Do you have to cut off our financial path?"

"Damn, you kid is quite smart. He actually directly suspected that the guard guard was ours. It was because Xiao Tang opened the back door for us to hunt in the reserve so openly every week. I want to make you so badly a reporter. Let's drink the northwest wind?"

Lan Mu heard it for no reason, and after thinking about it, he realized that the Xiao Tang mentioned by these people should be the staff of the scenic spot that he repeatedly asked about seven days ago.

I'll take the exam! Aren't you? I just saw the man's answer vaguely, so I asked a few more questions.

He is not so poor in his psychological quality, right? Have you never seen a reporter's professional questioning? He actually told you that I doubt him... God! It's unfair!

"You... are you... going to kill me for such ridiculous reasons?"

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

"It's late at night, and it's a good place to kill people and keep corpses. If you shoot, no one knows!"

"When decades later, I'm afraid that no one will find you if your corpse becomes corrupted. Hahaha!"

After saying that, the strong man tried to pull the trigger with his hand. Lan Mu felt the approaching death, and this feeling was like falling off a cliff seven days ago, lying on the ground with a disabled body waiting for death.

No! My God, your whole family! Are you just going to kill me at will?

"Wait...wait!"

Lan Mu shook wildly, his teeth were about to be broken.

At this time, he had never expected the power, as terrifying as a white-haired lion, so powerful that this group of people were all ants!

"By the way! White-haired lion!"

"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the White Lion?"

The strong man sneered: "What white lion and black lion are from?"

"Wait! Huang Sheng, put down your gun!" The person who spoke was the old hunter he had seen in the afternoon. He walked up eagerly and pushed the strong man away.

The strong man Huang Sheng lowered his gun in confusion and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?"

The old hunter ignored him and asked Lan Mu with his eyes lit up, "You just said the white lion? That white lion with snow-white hair all over his body?"

When Lan Mu saw Huang Sheng lowering his gun, his tense heart relaxed a little and exhaled, and he knew that he was safe for the time being.

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

The old hunter suddenly smiled and wanted to reach out and pull Lan Mu's collar. As soon as he raised his hand, he felt a severe pain. Both of his shoulders were seriously injured, and the bandage oozed bleeding.

Enduring the severe pain, the old hunter's eyes flashed with fierce light and resentment.

Huang Sheng then reacted and shouted: "Boss, the white lion he mentioned is not the one you encountered..."
To be continued...