“666, the hut in the forest!”

"North American Bigfoot is here!"

"The style of painting turns into a suspense drama in seconds!"

"No one really is there?"

"The movie "The House in the Forest" instant feeling!"

"So scared!"

The next second, just as everyone was talking, a terrifying bgm broke out quietly in the drone.

As a result, a stimulating and tense atmosphere spread throughout the live broadcast room.

Immediately afterwards, the lens indented, began to zoom, and aimed at Lin Feng.

At this moment, he was observing the wooden house intently. After a while, he turned his head and said to the audience:

"The southern swamp belt in North America should be the largest unmanned land except Alaska. In such a harsh environment, there must be strange things in human buildings."

After saying that, he thought about it, and remotely controlled the drone, flew around in the air, photographed the surrounding environment, and finally stayed on the wooden house.

In the picture, there are many dead trees, wetlands, mud, and pools, which are very bad.

"Brothers, look at what's around here? I'm sure no one will come here for vacation, so there's a high probability that this wooden house will be left by poachers or expedition teams."

In the lens.

The wooden house looks a bit dilapidated, and the door is dark and can't see clearly.

It is gloomy and mysterious.

Lin Feng hid in the grass and observed for a while before continuing to speak: "I can't confirm whether there is anyone inside yet, let's go over and take a look first."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands, gently opened the bushes in front of him, and came to the open space in front of him. After looking around for a long time, he finally walked towards the direction of the wooden house.

"Bit!"

"Bit!"

The ground was covered with a thick layer of mud, which was thin and sticky. It was slippery when stepped on, making a buzzing noise.

In the silence, this sound was heard very clearly!

After walking for a while, the whole picture of the wooden house finally appeared in front of me.

The room was quiet and there was no sound inside.

The dark door was as deep as a cave, as if it could swallow everything.

Following Lin Feng's perspective, the audience's gaze also approached forward bit by bit.

After a while, the camera shook and the picture began to become clearer.

At this time, the audience's hearts also hang.

"I'm going, it's so scary!"

"Anchor quickly go in and see what's inside?"

"Awesome, a wilderness live broadcast, you made it a thriller!"

One step, two steps, three steps.

As the distance gets closer, the wooden house is approaching.

This is a typical American wooden house, all of which are bound from old spruce boards.

Because of the long-term wind and rain, the color has turned slightly yellow.

On the ground around the house, the water vapor was even more abundant, mud was growing, and the moss and green moss were connected one by one, looking wet and shiny with a turquoise glow.

In order to prevent moisture, the builder erected four tree stumps at the bottom of the house, about one foot from the ground.

There are many small flying insects floating in the empty area in the middle.

The air was filled with the stench of mud.

In front of the wooden house, there is a row of homemade barbecue grills, and there seem to be traces of embers below.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng lowered his voice and pointed at the traces of burning on the ground and said:

"Not long ago, someone had made a fire here. Although it took a long time, you could still see the ashes left in the soil."

After saying that, he stepped over the barbecue grill, walked to the wooden door, and shouted in it:

“hello?anybodyhere?”

No one answered.

Seeing this, Lin Feng greeted him again.

But the result is still the same.

"It seems that no one is there, let's go in and take a look."

As he said that, he ran almost two steps, jumped gently, jumped to the wooden platform, placed the drone in his palm, came to the door, and looked inside.

The space inside the house is very small and the light is very dark.

The evening glow penetrated the gaps of the wooden walls and poured in, sprinkling on the wet ground.

Because the darkness affected the visual senses, Lin Feng narrowed his eyes and adapted for a while before he could see the decorations in the room.

On the door of the house is close to the window, there is a single bed with a set of moisture-proof mats and sleeping bags. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time and it has long been covered in dust.

There is an American camp kerosene lamp next to the bed.

On the wall above, there is a beautifully shaped recurve compound bow.

There is a string of crooked Latin written on the quiver.

Lin Feng stepped onto the edge of the bed, took off the bow and arrow, placed it in front of the camera, and showed it to the audience.

"Everyone, this is a very professional set of match-grade composite bows, bow handles, bow pieces, and arrow tables. They are all made of horns and advanced composite materials. The rear view window, sights and counterweight shock absorbers are also very pleasant."

After saying that, he pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver and put it on the bowstring. With a gentle pull, the eccentric wheel on the bowstring rolled one after another. The clever lever principle made the entire arrow full of power.

"What a good bow."

Lin Feng praised the drone, and then the topic changed:

"Everyone, if I guess correctly, this should be a hunting bow, and this wooden house is probably a poacher's camp."

After saying that, he put down his hunting bow and walked around the room.

In addition to the bed, under the window, there is also a rough fir chopping board, with many hunting tools piled up on it, including American chainsaws, mount knives, cast iron rods, flying tiger claws, iron chains, etc.

Under the chopping board, there are many double-barrel hunting rifle shells scattered.

In addition, there was a large piece of dried blood on the wooden board, which looked more than one layer, and beside the blood, there were crocodile skulls like hills.

Lin Feng picked up one casually, shook it in front of the camera, and whispered: "Look at what this is."

"There are many under the chopping board of the American crocodile..."

As he said that, the drone turned and pointed at a pile of white bones in the dark. Together, there were more than thirty!

"Damn, so many?"

"Damn poacher, that's so beast!"

"The old crocodile is so miserable!"

"I counted it, there were about thirty, I can't imagine it!"

"The word "profit" is the same everywhere, there is no big fuss about it."

Looking at the barrage, Lin Feng put the skull aside and continued:

"In fact, in North America, crocodiles are not completely impossible to hunt."

"As many years ago, relevant departments established a complete hunting system for precious crocodile varieties such as American crocodiles."

"Every year, when the hunting season comes, hunters only need to buy hunting tags from relevant departments to obtain hunting qualifications."

"Every time they catch a crocodile, they put a label on the crocodile. Only with the labeled crocodile is allowed to be traded legally. Because the number of labels is limited, hunters usually choose the largest crocodile to hunt to ensure their own interests."
Chapter completed!