MTL - Global University Entrance Examination-Chapter 6 Hunter Armor

This time to take the candidate back to the hut, 922 hovered at the door for a while.

With the last experience, he was really curious what else could be done. In a few seconds, he regretted it because he was confused.

922 look helpless: "What happened to you?"

Bewildered: "Think of one thing."

"what's up?"

"The discipline here is basically based on realistic tests?"

922 nodded: "A reference is definitely a reference."

Bewildered: "There is a test discipline that is not mentioned."

922: "Which one?"

"If a candidate encounters a problem, can he or she also find an invigilator?"

922: "... Yes."

But we don't want you to find it.

In order to avoid trouble, 922 immediately added: "Like the real test, it is forbidden to ask for answers. We can't help or help."

Hesitant "um" said that he knew.

But he has always been perfunctory. This knows ... 922 is skeptical.

"So how can I find you in case of a problem?"

922 said: "Just ... with the prescribed pen, under the answer wall exam requirements, write-"

He wanted to write the number of the invigilator, but because his heart was too resistant, his tongue was knotted, and the exit became: "write 001."

Bemused looked at him blankly.

922 repeated innocently: "Well, write 001."

"..."

After a century, it nodded in confusion and turned to shoot him outside the door.

922 made a big one and went back happily.

In the hut.

The fire was still burning, and everyone was sitting clearly.

Because of the hidden sword, the tattooed man was excluded from the crowd, and he sat at the corner of the table with a somber face.

Everyone was far away from him, even walking around deliberately.

Seeing you come back, Yu Wen jumped up.

"Brother! Did the invigilator treat you? What punished you? Are you okay?"

He waved the answering knife, and asked like a string.

Everyone came over.

Frowning frowned to give the blade, and pushed him further away with his feet, saying, "It's all right."

"Are you sure?" Yu Wen was totally unbelieving.

He glanced at the corner and lowered his voice, saying, "That man has only been arrested once, and it has become so. How terrible is the punishment?"

Wandering, looking towards the corner, the bald man who had closed the confinement was shrinking there, his eyes were yellow and turbid, and his blood was exudated. He shook his body back and forth nervously, whispered something in his mouth, and his words were vague.

Suddenly scared.

When confused when he saw the bald head, he thought of the confinement room, and was a little nauseated.

"He has been like this?"

"Yeah. It's been three hours, and I didn't slow down at all." Yu Wen murmured and said quietly, "Isn't he mumbling all the time, I squatted and listened for a while."

"Say what?"

Yu Wen shook his head and said, "I heard a sentence," Life is bad ", oh, it seems that there is a sentence of" burning paper money ", and the others do not understand."

Confused "um", without saying a word.

"You have punished him more than once. Why doesn't it seem OK?" Yu Wen was curious.

He is more lazy to explain and perfunctoryly says, "The way is different."

Yu Wen: "What did you punish?"

He puzzled and said, "Sleep asleep, and send a bucket of blood to the proctor."

Yu Wen: "?????"

"Why do you send blood to the invigilator?"

He sneered coldly, "Who knows, he likes it."

Yu Wen keenly discovered that his brother was talking about him, not them.

"Which one? Like that thing? Is he abnormal?"

Bewildered: "001."

Yu Wen: "Well ..."

Confusion and the proctor disagree with each other and do not want to talk about this topic.

He glanced around and asked Yuwen with a frown, "You just paralyzed for three hours?"

"How is it possible?" Yu Wenyi pointed to the answer wall and said, "Brother, your solution inspired me, so I wrote a few words."

Confused looking at the answer wall.

On it, all the words of Yu Wen's dog crawl.

Bewildered: "..."

Yu Wen said, "Our teacher has said that if I think of what to write, even if I don't, write down the process of thinking, maybe I can step on a few points."

Bewildered: "So you wrote a composition?"

He tried to identify the dogs, pointing to one of them and asking, "What is this sentence?"

Yu Wen was even harder than he recognized: "It seems to be ... we are known to have a total of 13 people and 12 dishes."

Bewildered: "... what do you do?"

Yu Wen: "... when I generally have nothing to write in the exam, in order to add a few words, I will emphasize the key to the question."

Bewildered: "..."

The key to the **** topic.

He pointed at another circle: "What is this?"

Yu Wen: "g = mg, g = 9.8n / kg ..."

Bewildered: "What does this have to do with optics?"

Yu Wen: "Mainly ... I don't know what the tableware has to do with optics."

Bewildered: "..."

Fearing that his brother was furious, Yu Wen added: "There is also optics."

Confused to read the long nonsense, directly asked: "Where did you write?"

Yu Wenji said, "Here, I wrote the terms refractive index, parallel light, spherical surface, lens, focal length, imaging ... are these optical counts? I also drew a simple diagram of the two mirror images."

Yuchao was expressionless, Yu Wen thought for a while, but pulled his brother away from the answering wall and changed the topic: "Stop saying this kind of unhappy thing. In addition to answering the question, we did something else. "

In fact, after the answer wall was updated, they turned the house upside down.

The title said: This is the hut of Orion. He has 13 sets of cutlery, but the food is only enough for 12 people.

But they searched the attic, cupboards, bottles and jars. They didn't see Orion A. They didn't find a tableware. As for the food ...

Even more dreaming.

"We looked for more than two hours," Yu Wen said in dismay. "It's such a small broken house, two hours! It can be imagined that it has been turned over. There is nothing, shit."

Confused asked: "Are you sure you've done it all?"

"Actually not." A bamboo pole man in a sick suit next to him coughed a few times and interjected: "There are two places that have not touched."

He raised his bony fingers and pointed at the two locked rooms.

On the two room doors, one was a hen and one was a rooster. The neck was twisted, and the black eyes were motionless looking out the window.

Maybe the two chickens looked weird. Every time they called, they either broke the rules or rolled up, so no one dared to touch them.

"We found the key, but we didn't find it."

Nodded in confusion, he walked closer and looked at the two padlocks, then turned around and swept the wall again.

Yu Wensheng was afraid that his brother would pick up an ax and split the door, and quickly said, "Brother! I have played more games than everyone in this room. This locked door is best not to be hard."

Asking him coolly, "I look like I'm mentally disabled?"

Yu Wen retracted his neck and was afraid to speak.

After a while, he said aloud, "Why do you look at the wall?"

"Who has the hunting gear ever moved?" Youcha asked.

Everyone heard the words, their eyes turned to the tattooed man.

"Fuck, fuck, look at what I do!" The tattooed man was stunned: "I was wronged by Lao Tzu before, but what am I wronged this time?"

"Injustice?" You frowned.

"So many people get together, who the **** knows where the knife came from." The tattooed man scolded and grumbled, annoyed, "Serve, I can't explain it to you silly!"

Bewildered looking at him coolly.

Tattooed man: "..."

For two seconds of silence, the tattooed man said, "Forget it, you ... what are you asking, ask!"

Youcha rushed to the wall and lifted his chin: "Hang your hunting gear back to where it was. I'll see where it is."

The tattooed man glared at him: "Am I sick? Take it off and hang it back?"

Three minutes later, the tattooed man wore a pair of hunting gear and hung them back one by one.

Wandering in his pockets, he followed.

"I'm not a dog, can you stop looking like you're on the street?"

The tattooed man scolded dissatisfied, but still put the last back in the same way, then took a sip and walked away.

"Brother, what happened to the hunting gear?" Yu Wen asked.

Confusion pointed at the last wall and said, "There are two empty nails."

"So?" Yu Wen was still puzzled.

"Where's the thing hanging on the nail?"

The room was quiet.

Suddenly someone said, "Yeah ... two things are missing. No one keeps it private?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Older than: "It was like that before."

Everyone looked at him.

"Just ... don't I have to go out and take a turn before the exam?" Lao Yuchong said in confusion. "You were sleeping, I didn't call you. When I went out, I wanted to see if there was an umbrella in the room. The two nails are empty, I'm sure. "

"You mean, since we entered the house, two hunting gears are gone?"

"Who is there?"

"Hunter hunter?" Yu Wen guessed, "So ... there is actually hunter hunter, but he is not in the house, but is he hunting?"

The crowd was a little panicked: "We can't go out again, he doesn't come in, how can we find him?"

Bewildered: "Time is running out."

Everyone's speculation about time is doubtful, but Youchan has dragged a chair and sat by the fire.

Everyone sat down uneasily, and froze around the fire.

Yu Yao supported his waist and carefully moved over. She watched and bewildered for a while. The other side's face was outlined by the flames, which was slightly milder than usual, but her brow and eyes were still cold.

She said with guilt, "I'm sorry."

Bemused looked up at her.

Yu Yao whispered, "That ink ... was written by me, but you were punished. I wanted to apologize to you before, and you were taken away by the invigilator before I spoke."

Bewildered: "..."

Yu Yao said, "I know it's useless to apologize. If there is any problem next time, I'll go for you."

Bewildered: "..."

He glanced at Yu Yao with his eyelids closed, then retracted his gaze and continued to burn: "No."

Yu Yao opened his mouth and wanted nothing to say, but in the end he said nothing.

She sat for a while, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Confused straightened his leg, the stove was too warm, and he was a little sleepy.

He was quiet for a moment, and said lazily, "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of death, afraid of violations ... or whatever. Everyone is curious, I feel you are terrific, as if nothing is afraid."

"Afraid to be useful?"

Yu Yao nodded and said softly, "Yes, but I can't help it. I'm afraid ..."

He didn't raise his eyes, and said, "You're not guts, you can write on the wall with ink that can't figure out the ingredients."

He spoke effortlessly, as if he couldn't even bother his lips, his voice was low, and he had a cold texture. But when it was roasted by the warm fire, there was nothing to blame.

Yu Yao lowered his head, still guilty that he didn't know what to say.

It took her a long time to say, "I actually ..."

But before she finished speaking, she found that she was tempted to step on one leg with her elbows on her knees, and seemed to fall asleep again.

She froze and swallowed it back. She did not wake up and bewildered, and slowly moved back to the two old ladies.

"Why is he asleep again?" Said the old woman softly. "Did he not sleep before he came?"

When Yu Wen faintly heard such a sentence, he glanced confusedly and said no, my brother was so sleepy when he slept.

Yu Yao didn't say much. She leaned on the old lady, her eyes fell on a corner in the distance, and she seemed to start again.

For some time, the clock on the cabinet jumped slightly.

Beijing time, four o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly, the chicken roar shocked everyone.

They sat up sharply and looked at each other before they reacted, and they fell asleep.

Yu Wenpapa gave herself two slaps, a little more awake.

As soon as he lowered his hand, he heard a strange sound.

"Shh-"

He raised his hand for a moment, and asked softly, "Did you hear?"

"What?" Lao Yu stared at his son haunted, confused.

"Did you hear?" Yu Wen said, "Just ... a creak."

The room was quiet and no one dared to move.

Everyone looked horrified, holding their breath and listening to the movement.

Sure enough, it took about a few seconds.

The creak sounded again, and everyone heard it this time.

It's like ... in the snow, something is dragging a heavy object.

The patient Zhuganer suddenly gestured, pointed out the window, and said silently, "This way."

Before he could close his mouth, the door creaked open.

A shadow of a blackbird projected from the door.

Then, a white-faced man dragged a hemp rope into the room.

His skeleton is wide, but he is not tall, his face is like overexposed paper, and his eyes are strange. The black pupils are so large that there is little left in the eyes.

He hooked his back, rolled the rope a little, and the wide back knife and small trap ring hanging around his waist clanged.

No one spoke in the room, and everyone watched as he dragged a sack into the room and closed the door.

Only then did he turn his head to look at the fire, and his dark eyes blinked twice: "Ah ... that's great, here is the guest."

Everyone: "..."

The haunted one is the hunter armor they have waited for a long time.

He slowly rubbed his hands and said, "These two days of snow-capped mountains, I knew there was food ... well, there are guests coming again."

The guests:"……"

"It's so cold outside." He whispered softly, "The snowdrifts are too thick, everyone is hiding, and almost no prey can be found. It took me a long, long time to dig out one."

He kicked the sack and smiled diligently at the crowd, his mouth almost cracking to his ears: "You're lucky, you caught up with my meal."

He sighed again and explained, "No way, there are too few things on the snow mountain, and I always come to the group after a long time. I have to tighten my belly to survive. So I only eat two meals a day."

"At 4 in the morning and at 4 in the afternoon, there are not many opportunities to have a good meal with me." He looked at the bell on the cabinet and said, "Oh, it's the right time. You've been waiting here for so long and you must be hungry Hard, I can hear the voice in your stomach, can't you wait? "

The guests:"……"

"How many of you are here?" He stretched his fingers and counted them one by one. "Old woman, sick seedling, hooligan, drunkard, drunkard son ..."

None of the titles are good, but everyone's face is very green.

He paused when counting the puzzles, not very happy: "Why is there one who can't wake up."

"Forget it." Hunter A was upset and turned to look at the questions on the answer wall. "I heard that there are 13 people in total, but I have a little food, only 12 people. I'm really sorry."

He said, licking his lips: "I'm really hungry. But you have to wait a little while, I have to prepare. I've seen so many guests for the first time."

Yu Wen: "..."

This is the first time I have seen such a mother hunter.

Hunter's armor stooped and grabbed the sack.

The sack looks very heavy, I do n’t know what to put in, and everyone does n’t want to know ...

He dragged the sack to the corner of the house and stopped in front of the house where the hens were hung.

The keys clanged for a while, and Hunter's Armor carefully picked one and opened the door.

A rotten weird smell spread out.

It's hard to describe how bad that smell is, like bad meat, dust and rotten wood piled up together.

In the room where the hens were hung, everyone always thought it was the bedroom.

I just realized that it was actually a kitchen.

There was a long desk in it, and lying down was not a problem.

On the other side is a long red wooden cabinet with several locks hanging on it.

Hunter A smiled at everyone, bowed again, and said, "Wait a moment, it will be all right soon."

Then closed the door.

The fire was silent for a long time, and someone said in amazement, "I don't want to eat, I want to go home."

"Who the **** doesn't want to go home!" The tattooed man did not know when he moved into the crowd, maybe he was also afraid of the hunter's armor, "Can you go back? You have the ability to open the door and rush out now!"

The crowd was silent again.

After a long while, the old man swallowed: "The hunter's mouth is so big that swallowing a human head is not a problem. I always think he wants to eat someone ..."

Yu Yao murmured, "What's in that sack?"

Listening to these two sentences together has a terrible effect.

Everyone looked at the window.

The heavy snow outside still didn't stop. I said before I went out to explore the road before the exam that all sides were covered with snow and the trees were the same. There are no houses and no people in Fangyuanli, so quiet and scary ...

Where's the prey?

What's more, Hunter A said that he had dug up the food.

When they arrived here in the afternoon, a man dismantled the radio without following the instructions. Soon after, his body was buried in the snow ...

Everyone remembered this incident, with deep fear on their faces.

Yu Wen was about to vomit.

"Spit it out." The voice of confusion rang, "Don't make me alone."

"Brother, are you awake ?!" Yu Wen screamed in surprise.

"Shout! Can you speak down!" The tattooed man scolded thickly.

Youzu glanced at the tattooed man and said, "I didn't sleep."

Yu Wen: "Oh-why do you always close your eyes?"

"Uncomfortable eyes."

Yu Wen remembered that his father Yu had said that his bewildered eyes had undergone surgery, and the bright things would be tired and uncomfortable after a long time. However, on weekdays, he never listened to the question, so that he never remembered it.

"Brother, did you hear what the hunter said?" Yu Wen asked.

Confused "um".

Yu Wen: "What to do?"

"I'm a little hungry," he said lazily, "waiting for dinner."

Yu Wen: "..."

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