thefictionvixens Chapter 110 A chill ran down my spine
Chapter 110 A chill ran down my spine
That wasn't the sound made by any wild animal.
It's the sound of machinery running.
The rhythm was even and cold, as it slowly descended from the distant horizon.
Chen Fei raised his head.
Looking southeast.
A tiny black dot floated on the horizon, slowly flying towards the grassland.
The flight altitude was not high.
It is only about twice as tall as the surrounding tree canopy.
The four rotors slowly rotated, and a clear camera lens was suspended below the fuselage.
Drones.
He recognized it at a glance.
He stood there, quietly looking up.
From the moment the drone appeared on the horizon to its slow approach.
The whole thing was clearly visible.
The cold lens was pointed directly at him.
On the device, red indicator lights were flashing.
Chen Fei made eye contact with the camera for about five seconds.
Without any further movement, he simply turned around, walked into the dense bushes behind him, and disappeared instantly.
In the end, the camera only captured a lonely figure from behind.
And on the mane on his neck, that fleeting golden luster was particularly striking in the sunlight.
Big Head quietly slipped over to the edge of the pool.
It lay on the bank, playing with the water by slapping its paws.
Its tail was held high, and it looked lazy and happy.
The cub was completely absorbed in its own little world.
It didn't hear the drone buzzing as it approached.
Why?
Because it had its head submerged in the water, blowing bubbles by itself.
Big Head suddenly raised his head to breathe.
The drone was now steadily hovering directly above it.
Big Head froze for a mere 0.3 seconds.
The next second, its fur stood on end, and it lay flat on the ground.
Its four legs were pressed tightly against the ground, and its head was pressed hard on its paws.
He remained motionless, even forcibly holding his breath.
The drone circled overhead twice.
It's clear that this mechanical creation has absolutely no interest in a weak cub.
A moment later, it changed direction and slowly drifted away to the north.
Big Head just lay there on the ground, frozen for a very long time.
He dared not move an inch throughout the entire process.
They waited until the mechanical hum of the drone completely dissipated.
It cautiously raised its head.
Look left, look right.
After repeatedly checking the entire sky, there was no longer any trace of any aircraft.
He hurriedly stood up and rushed to the wildebeest carcass as fast as he could.
Its head plunged in fiercely, frantically devouring flesh and blood.
The ferocity of their eating was more than three times greater than usual.
It seemed that only this rough way of eating could forcibly cover up the embarrassment of being monitored just now.
Behind the bushes, Chen Fei watched this scene quietly without making a sound.
Big Head is really a simpleton.
That has never changed.
But it must be said that it has become much bolder than it was six months ago.
When it encountered the unfamiliar drone, it didn't panic and run around randomly.
Instead of blindly fleeing, they chose to stay put and hide.
Isn't this progress?
Of course it counts; it's real, tangible growth.
The patrol line on the west side of the pool.
Old Scar, the lioness, was leading two lionesses from the east side of the alliance on their third patrol of the day.
It moves very slowly.
It wasn't that I was too tired to walk, but rather that I kept my head down, carefully observing the tracks on the ground.
With the arrival of the dry season, the activity routes of prey on the grasslands will naturally change.
It knew this in its heart.
But how will the route change?
And in which direction will it shift?
It's completely unfathomable.
It already knew about Chen Fei's hunting of wildebeest in the low-lying area a couple of days ago.
Afterwards, it even went to that low-lying area to investigate.
Clear animal hoof prints were left on the ground, and the tracks pointed to the northeast.
It silently memorized this route.
Today on patrol, I deliberately walked an extra two kilometers in this direction.
Finally, a large new group of hoof prints was discovered upstream of the low-lying area.
The number was far greater than in the previous two days, and it contained the marks of several different types of wild animals.
More than just wildebeest can be found here.
There are also numerous traces of wildebeest activity.
It lingered in place for a long time, trying to memorize the unique scent of this area.
Only after finishing everything did he turn back.
I plan to go back and pass this crucial information on to my comrades in the alliance who are responsible for patrolling the eastern side.
There was no external coercion or instruction to urge them on.
It simply made this choice naturally.
The operating model of the lion pride alliance has long been ingrained in its instincts.
Everything went its natural course, as if it were meant to be this way.
Faraway London, at the headquarters of the investigation team, in Linton's office.
The office screens were quietly lit.
All the footage transmitted back by the drone today has been processed.
A total of fourteen video clips were recorded, covering the entire area with a radius of eight kilometers around the pond.
Linton started from the beginning, carefully examining each section.
The first twelve paragraphs are unremarkable.
Everywhere you look, there are withered yellow weeds and cracked earth.
A few gazelles wandered around, and a water buffalo roamed alone.
There is also a scene where Big Head collapses in terror.
This footage was separately annotated by technicians, with the note stating that the cubs were experiencing stress, possibly due to their first encounter with a drone, but their behavior appeared normal.
Linton paused for a moment on the screen and dragged the progress bar forward.
Watch the entire process of Big Head going from lying flat to avoid danger to getting up and running wildly to eat.
His lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately didn't smile.
Immediately afterwards, he clicked on the thirteenth video.
The scene opens with the carcass of a wildebeest by a pond.
The camera angle was very low, and the fresh bloodstains on the ground were clearly visible.
The hunting marks were obvious; the chokehold technique was standard, clean and efficient.
The camera slowly rose, precisely capturing the figure of the lion standing beside the corpse.
Linton sat up straight instantly.
What alarmed him was not only the lion's enormous size, which far exceeded that of other lions of its age.
The most bizarre thing is its mane.
The base of the mane was wrapped in a faint gold.
Under the direct midday sun, it gleamed with a rich metallic sheen.
It is completely different from the ordinary light yellow hair all over its body.
It looked like tiny pieces of gold leaf, forcibly blended into the mane.
The next moment, the lion slowly raised its head and looked directly at the camera.
One person, one device, silently staring at each other for a full five seconds.
I don't know why.
Even through the cold screen, Linton felt a chill run down his spine from that calm gaze.
After the eye contact ended, the lion turned and strode into the dense bushes, disappearing completely from sight.
The final frame of the video.
Only the flowing golden light on his neck remained, swaying gently with each step before disappearing in an instant.
Linton watched the video three times from beginning to end.
He opened the file management system and created a new folder for himself.
Move the thirteenth video segment into a separate location and set it to have the highest access privileges.
The entire file can only be viewed by his own account.
Lock and archive the folder.
Log out of your office account.
The fingers slowly left the keyboard.
Only the default desktop wallpaper remains on the screen.
It was an aerial photograph of the African savanna, a vast expanse of withered yellow, desolate and boundless.