Lan Mu was deep in the forest. It was late and night had fallen. Even if he turned back into a human, he did not dare to walk around.
He could only sit on the giant wild boar and play with his phone, hoping to find someone to rescue him.
But then he realized that there was no signal on his phone!
"F * ck! It can't be! "
No matter how Lan Mu played with his phone, there was no signal.
If he could not make a call for help, did he have to walk out himself?
Lan Mu looked at the dark forest in despair. He gave up the idea of walking at night and decided to stay here for the night.
For him, besides the moonlight, the only source of light was the phone's light. And there was only a third of the battery left.
According to his experience, he could only keep his phone on for two hours.
He had no choice but to read the messages.
Of the 21 messages, 19 were from his boss, Chief Editor Liang.
The other two were from his good friend and colleague, Cheng Ming.
He first looked at Chief Editor Liang's messages. Although there were many, they were all about one thing, and that was …
Where the f * ck have you been!
"Sigh … I've been missing for seven days! Chief Editor, don't you know how to call the police? "
Lan Mu looked at the messages scolding him one by one. Chief Editor Liang had scolded him for being irresponsible, arrogant, and not looking at the big picture. He had willfully disappeared and was a heinous employee.
Looking at the last message, Chief Editor Liang said that he had been absent from work for four days without any reason. He did not even go to the relevant department for an interview and did not give any explanation. He had already reported it and fired him.
"My dear Chief Editor Liang, you are so good to me. Have you never thought that I might be a special case?"
"Sigh … I can't lose this job."
Lan Mu liked his job at the newspaper. It was stable, the pay was good, and there was passion. It suited his temperament and appetite. In short, this job was very important and he did not want to lose it.
For this reason, he wrote a long reply with a cadence of words and snot flowing down his face. He used all the writing skills he had learned from journalism in order to keep his job.
He used the excuse that he was attacked by evil forces when he was secretly investigating poaching. He fell off a cliff and survived. He also found a poaching gang in the reserve and saw them kill a rare giant wild boar with his own eyes.
In order to make it more convincing, he took a picture of the wild boar and told the story from many angles.
Of course, he hid his experience of transforming into a white lion for seven days. This would be the most memorable secret in his life.
However, this long message failed to be sent. There was no signal at all. He could only save it in the draft box.
As for his good friend Cheng Ming's message, it was very simple. One was to tell him that another good friend, Ma Xiang, was engaged to his girlfriend.
The other one was asking where he had gone. Why didn't he contact the news agency? Why didn't he complete the job that he had already contacted? He went missing.
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"Even though we have such a deep friendship, Chief Editor Liang cares about me more than I do!"
. Editor Liang sent a total of 19 messages. He was as anxious as a rabbit.
Lan Mu was not in a hurry to reply to Cheng Ming's message. He would wait until he got home.
He looked at the battery. There was only 10% left. He hurriedly turned it off. His surroundings fell into darkness.
"Luckily, it's summer. Otherwise, I would be seriously ill overnight!"
Lan Mu leaned against the wild boar and tried to sleep. However, he could not fall asleep. There were all kinds of mosquitoes around him. The dead boar's corpse had attracted many poisonous insects and ants.
Although he didn't know why these mosquitoes didn't land on him at all, just the fact that they were flying around him was annoying enough.
Lan Mu, who could not stand it, decided to leave and find a better place to spend the night.
But just as he stood up, he saw a light in the distance. It seemed like a group of people was walking over.
"There's someone? That's great! "
Lan Mu was not happy for long. When he saw the group of people, his heart turned cold.
There were 12 people in total. Seven of them were the poaching gang he encountered in the afternoon!
Five of them were injured. Their bodies were wrapped in white bandages. Their wounds had long been treated.
"Why are they back? Yes, they can't bear to part with the giant boar's corpse. After so long, they must have thought that White Lion had left. "
"I'm stupid. I actually stayed here … But this might not be a bad thing. I've already turned back into a human. Maybe I can use them to bring me out of this damned forest?"
Lan Mu narrowed his eyes and thought. The light shone on his face. It was so stimulating that he could not open his eyes.
"Boss! There's someone here! "
"Who are you?"
Hearing the poacher's question, Lan Mu replied naturally, "I was f * cking unlucky. I fell from the observation deck and almost lost my life. Look at my clothes. They're so tattered that I can't wear them anymore! After walking for an entire day, the sky turned dark and there was no signal on my phone. I thought I wouldn't be able to get out! "
"You're finally here to save me! Fu Zhou's rescue team is just in time! "
Hearing his words, the poachers looked at each other. They understood what he meant. He was treating them as people who had come to save him.
But what did you just say? You fell from the observation deck?
A burly man held a flashlight and took a closer look. He pointed at Lan Mu and shouted, "Boss, it's him! He's the reporter! "
"Eh?" Lan Mu was stunned. What was going on? I've already turned into a human. How can you still recognize me?
But then he reacted. They actually knew his occupation!
"Ah! You … "Lan Mu felt a chill run down his spine.
The burly man sneered, "What about us? Hehe. "
"Uh, it's nothing. You know me. Did my friend ask you to save me? That's not right. I'm not a reporter! I'm just a waiter. "Lan Mu pretended to be calm. He did not dare to identify this group of people.
However, he was now a hundred percent sure that these poachers were the fanatics who had ambushed him and thrown him off the observation deck seven days ago!
"Don't pretend. Here, is this your ID? Chenguang News Agency's city editor, reporter Lan Mu. Hehe, what a long title … I personally threw you off the observation deck! "The burly man took out Lan Mu's ID and threw it at Lan Mu's face.
Lan Mu's face was ashen. He remained silent and forced himself to calm down. He bent down and picked up his ID.
"Motherf * cker, you're not dead yet? You're really lucky! "The burly man kicked Lan Mu in the stomach. The huge force made him step back and almost fall.
Lan Mu was kicked in the stomach. He stabilized his body and endured the pain. He said coldly, "You guys are simply lawless …"
"I just asked the person on duty at the observation deck about poaching. You want to kill me? How dare you treat human life like grass? "
The burly man slapped Lan Mu's face, making a crisp sound. He said with a mouth full of bad breath, "Human life?"
"Who among us brothers doesn't have a few human lives on our hands? After escaping from Lingnan, we finally found such a good place. There are no forest patrollers and the management is lax. Although there aren't many valuable wild animals, it's still passable. Do you have to cut off our source of income? "
"Motherf * cker, you're quite smart. You actually suspected that the forest patrollers are our people. It's because Little Tang opened the back door for us that we can openly hunt in the reserve every week. If we were to be ruined by you, you damn reporter, what would we eat? "
Lan Mu was baffled. He thought about it and realized that the Little Tang they were talking about should be the person he repeatedly questioned seven days ago.
F * ck! You guys can't be, right? I just saw that the person didn't answer in detail, so I asked a few more questions.
His psychological quality can't be that bad, right? Haven't you seen a reporter's professional interrogation? He actually told you that I suspected him … God! I'm innocent!
"You guys … because of such a ridiculous reason … you want to kill me?"
The burly man impatiently raised his shotgun and pointed it at Lan Mu's head. He said cruelly, "Ridiculous reason? You don't care what reason it is. Anyway, you can't be left alive!
"It's late at night and quiet here. It's a good place to kill someone and leave a corpse. I'll kill you with one shot and no one will know!
"After a few decades, I'm afraid that no one will be able to find you even when your corpse turns to bones. Hahaha! "
After saying that, the burly man exerted force in his hand and was about to pull the trigger. Lan Mu felt that death was approaching. This feeling was just like seven days ago when he fell off the cliff and lay on the ground waiting for death.
No! F * ck your whole family! You guys want to kill me so casually?
"Wait … Wait a minute!"
Lan Mu trembled crazily. He gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to shatter.
At this moment, he was looking forward to strength like never before. Just like the terrifying strength of the white-furred lion, it was so strong that this group of people were like ants!
"Right! The white-furred lion! "
"Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the white lion?"
The burly man sneered, "What white lion and black lion?"
"Wait! Huang Sheng, put down your gun! "The one who spoke was the old hunter they saw in the afternoon. He hurriedly walked up and pushed the burly man away.
The burly man, Huang Sheng, put down his gun in confusion and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?"
The old hunter ignored him and asked Lan Mu with glowing eyes, "Did you just say the white lion? The lion with snow-white fur? "
Seeing Huang Sheng put down his gun, Lan Mu's tensed heart relaxed slightly. He exhaled, knowing that he was temporarily safe.
"Yes, it's a white-furred lion!"
The old hunter suddenly laughed. He wanted to reach out and grab Lan Mu's collar. 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 pain, the old hunter's eyes flashed with ferocity and resentment.
Only then did Huang Sheng react and shout, "Boss, the white lion he's talking about, could it be the one you encountered …"
The old hunter sneered, "There aren't many white lions like that in the world …"
"Little reporter, did you see our battle with the white lion in the afternoon?"
Lan Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only arrived at night …"
"Don't lie, kid!" Kid! "The Old Hunter interrupted Lan Mu's words as if he had seen through him.
"When the gun was pointed at your head, everything was exposed. You must have been there and seen it with your own eyes!"
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have said so confidently, 'Don't you want to know the whereabouts of the white lion?'"
Hearing this, Huang Sheng hit Lan Mu with the butt of his gun and said fiercely, "Damn it, I knew you wouldn't be honest. Tell me!"
Lan Mu swallowed his saliva and thought that he was still too inexperienced. He said, "Yes. I saw it all. "
"At that time, I was nearby and heard gunshots. I walked over and saw a mighty white lion pouncing on one of you and scratching him."
"I hid behind a tree in the distance and watched. You couldn't defeat the white lion and ran away."
Huang Sheng said angrily, "What do you mean by running away? You don't know shit! "
"Hey." The old hunter stopped Huang Sheng from continuing to hit him and sneered, "Running away is running away. There's nothing you can't admit."
"Tell me, after we left, where did the white lion go?"
Lan Mu opened his mouth and looked at the group of people surrounding him with shotguns. Suddenly, he closed his mouth.
"Humph, kid, if you don't say it, you'll die. If you say it, you'll still have a chance to live," the old hunter said coldly.
Lan Mu was not stupid. He knew that if he said it, he would die. If he didn't say it, he would have a chance to live.
Besides, he couldn't say it and could only make it up. He was the white lion himself. Where could he find the white lion for this group of people?
Seeing that Huang Sheng was about to hit him with the butt of his gun again, he said indifferently.
"I know the white lion's lair."
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