When Turing saw that the incident was exposed, he immediately ran away. Jones Medi's elegant speed could not match it. Although Jones Medi's running was not slow, for Turing, who often walked through the ravines, Jones Medi was still Can't keep up.
If I can't catch up with you, then I can always shoot!
An angry Jones-Medy fired another shot from behind.
Wang Dengming was hit by an arrow in his arm. He was in so much pain that he didn't care. He chased after him, hugged Jones Medi from behind, and fired the third shot into the air.
"Calm down, calm down, calm down"
Wang Dengming was so mixed up that Turing was nowhere to be seen.
Jones Medi jumped with anger.
"Boss, you can't be so unprincipled, she's going to kill you!"
"That's why she shot me because I kicked her white wolf to death. Calm down, please calm down. My dear, if you kill Turing, can we escape?"
After saying this, Jones Medi finally stopped making trouble and wanted to catch up.
"Damn coward, why did she run so fast?"
"It's easy to explain. She is a professional jungle athlete. You run on flat ground. How can you outrun her?"
While they were talking, six or seven people came running from the river. The leader was a young tribesman whom Wang Dengming did not recognize. He was running towards this side with a knife in his hand.
This man ran up to him and asked in a gibbering voice. Unfortunately, Wang Dengming couldn't understand.
However, he could clearly see the arrow in Wang Dengming's hand, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
Soon after, the chief came. They heard the gunfire and ran over.
As soon as the chief arrived, he stared at the arrow stuck in Wang Dengming's arm, his face suddenly turned ugly.
"Did Turing do it?"
the chief asked immediately.
Wang Dengming was still puzzled, how did he know it was Turing's cold arrow?
The chief explained: "Her arrows have special markings. She is the only one who uses them throughout the tribe. I can tell by looking at them."
Wang Dengming had no choice but to nod.
"This bad boy!"
The chief beat his forehead angrily. Jones Medi had a dark face and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Dengming's eyes. He said: "Maybe, that's Turing joking with us. It's just a joke."
"Are you kidding? This is not a joke."
The chief led Wang Dengming home and took out the arrowhead by himself. There was no anesthetic in this tribe, so he had to cut the injured area a little with a dagger to take out the arrowhead. Chief Wang's face was so painful that he turned blue. The piece of wood he was holding in his mouth was almost broken by his bite.
After the arrow was taken out, Sergeant Wang's clothes were soaked with sweat all over his body. He felt like he was going to collapse. It was so painful that it hurt his bones.
Fortunately, the arrow is non-poisonous. If it were poisonous, Sergeant Wang would be in trouble. The poisons in the tribe are extremely poisonous. After being hit by the arrow, even if he does not die, he will lose an arm. It is a blessing in misfortune.
Of course, the chief also knew that Jones Medi shot Turing. Although he was unhappy, the men who rushed over said that Chief Wang was holding Jones Medi and not allowing her to shoot Turing. Relieved, the knots in my heart were smoothed away.
At night, the chief arranged for the two of them to sleep in the same room at their house.
Wang Dengming was still a little embarrassed, and the chief chuckled: "I have long seen that you are in pairs, and it is not good to separate."
"Turing, are you still not back?"
"Sent someone to look for it."
"Where could she go?"
"It's okay. It's like this every time. After she commits a crime, she hides outside all night."
Jones-Medy asked: "Every time? Does she often make mistakes?"
"How should I put it? Her mother died when she was very young. I spoiled her rotten. I'm sorry, you two."
The chief apologized again, causing Wang Dengming to say hurriedly: "We also made mistakes. The most important thing now is to get her back. I'm afraid she is in danger outside."
"It's okay, you can rest assured."
The chief left the room. After a while, Wang Dengming heard the door of the yard closing. Apparently, the chief had left home.
"Boss, this room is so spooky."
"No, it's not spooky at all. This is the house where primitive people lived. Look, how simple it is."
This room couldn't be simpler, with a bed, a table, an oil lamp, and thick, unpeeled pine beams hanging from the top of the bed, giving people a feeling of orc life.
"Is your wound okay?"
"It's okay, it's just that the herbs used to stop bleeding smell bad."
"It's a magical herb that can actually stop bleeding."
"It's not miraculous. There are more miraculous herbs that you haven't seen yet."
"Well, it's too quiet here. I don't dare to sleep. I'll have nightmares if I sleep."
Wang Dengming also smiled and said: "It's really damn quiet. I can only hear people's breathing. I'm not used to it, but sleeping is still necessary. Go to sleep, my dear, don't you think it's so barbaric anymore?" Sleeping in a beautiful place is also a romantic experience?”
"Look, Spider!"
A spider suddenly fell from the rafter, with a piece of spider silk hanging from its butt.
Finding someone below, the big black spider quickly climbed up.
"The world is still harmonious, dear, we sleep with spiders tonight."
The spider climbed onto the roof beam. Another thing appeared among the tiles on the roof beam. It was a small gecko. The gecko stayed in the tiles for a while and then suddenly ran away.
A large centipede appeared in the gap between the tiles.
Jones Medi smiled and asked: "Is this still harmonious?"
"As long as we don't mess with it, we'll be fine, coexist peacefully, and sleep."
"It's too scary. Just go to sleep and I'll stand guard for you!"
Wang Dengming was injured. When he dug out the arrowheads today, he exhausted too much. He was really sleepy, so he went to sleep first.
Oh oh oh, the rooster crows.
Wang Dengming opened his eyes and found Jones and Medi sleeping soundly next to him. He wasn't supposed to be on guard for me, so why was he sleeping like a little piggy?
At around eight o'clock in the morning, the chief knocked on the door and breakfast was ready.
The two got up and prepared to have breakfast. There was a man standing in the yard, holding up a short piece of wood as thick as a bowl with both hands. It was Turing.
Seeing Turing, Wang Dengming felt relieved. It would be nice if he came back. It was obvious that Turing was accepting the punishment from the chief, the punishment of lifting the wood.
"Chief, when did she get it back?"
"She came back by herself in the morning."
"This is very tiring, forget it."
The chief's expression relaxed and he said, "No, there's still half an hour!"
Chief Wang estimates that the piece of wood weighs at least twenty or thirty kilograms, and we still have half an hour to go, so we will be exhausted.
He walked up to Turing and wanted to take off the wood from her hands. Turing's eyes suddenly stared at him. Wang Dengming smiled and pointed at the wood in her hands. Turing suddenly smashed the wood at Wang Dengming. If Wang Dengming hadn't flashed so fast, he would have been hit again.
Before the chief reprimanded him, Turing turned and ran away. As he ran, he glanced at Wang Dengming like a knife.
Wang Dengming had no choice but to smile helplessly. Maybe Jones-Medy was right. This Turing hated him so much that he would not be able to get rid of it for a while.
With their arms injured, the two policemen could no longer wander around. They could only stay in the chief's house and wait for news from the high priest.
In the afternoon, there was a burst of noise and shouting outside the door.
Wang Dengming went out and saw that the high priest was escorting seven men in camouflage uniforms, right at the door. They were kneeling on the ground, and they were all beaten until they were like pig heads.
The chief looked a little proud and came over to ask Wang Dengming: "Look, are they these people?"
The first thing Wang Dengming looked for was the person with a scar on his forehead, and sure enough, he found it.
"what's your name?"
The guy didn't say anything. The high priest coughed. Suddenly, a group of soldiers beat and kicked the guy fiercely.
"Don't fight, don't fight, I say, I say"
