Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 146 Weakness (Thirty)
army.

As a matter of course, this word came to Zhou Hui's mind. He raised his hands and looked at the rotten gun in his hand, which had become scrap iron, to see if he could think of the source of the gun through some distinctive features.

The result is nothing.

If you don’t understand it, then don’t think too much about it. After all, the gun and the cabin have been around for some time. If you figure it out, it won’t help your current survival. Zhou Hui casually threw the rotten gun into the house and stopped doing it again. Use for crutches.

Because of the actions he needs now, if he is using such a cane, how can he carry things?
Since he was not poisoned to death by the "poisonous fruit" at the beginning, there shouldn't be any major problems in the follow-up, as long as he eats well, drinks well, rests well, and waits for the toxicity to disappear a little bit.

Eat well, drink well, and rest well. If these three points are left to Zhou Hui to solve in the first few hours, it will be very, very difficult. I don’t know if I can solve one of them. There is only one river. No problem, but now...

Zhou Hui glanced at the bloody cheetah carcass on the ground, and at the river next to it with infinite water, and he didn't need to turn around to know that there was a wooden house behind, a very sturdy wooden house that animals would never break into.

All three are available.

So the muscles on Zhou Hui's thin, pale, slightly dull face twitched and twitched, proving his smile.

Now that I have the food, I should start to deal with it immediately. As for the fact that I have been thinking about other things and did not pay attention to the food, it is only because the effect of paralysis is too extensive, and even the feeling of hunger is directly blocked.

Throwing all the bone spurs and torches into the wooden house, Zhou Hui first found a few larger stones from the woods, and moved them with difficulty. It took a lot of strength and time to move them into the house.

Stones are used to block the wooden door at night. Although there is a bolt on the inside of the wooden door, Zhou Hui just looked at the shoddy bolt, and instinctively formed a pack of wolves in his mind to bump up one by one. For him, it was comparable to a scene in a horror movie, so whether it was pure fantasy or real factors, he wanted to do this to increase safety or increase the sense of security.

After the defense was done, the next step was food. Zhou Hui grabbed the bone spur and pulled the cheetah's body tremblingly to the river near the wooden house, and began to dissect the body or food.

Even if it is dead, the cheetah's body still has a strong impact when observed at a close distance. He has not forgotten the horrible scene where the cheetah suddenly jumped in front of his eyes, and half of its head immediately "exploded". The pictures are scary enough.

As for why he is so close to the wooden house, it is naturally because of danger, and he can run into the wooden house at any time. After all, the smell of blood can attract other predators, so naturally his own safety is the priority.

The bone spur scratched the dark gold-spotted black fur on the cheetah's carcass, and it failed to come off after several attempts. If he was in his prime, no matter how hard it was to get it off, he would have to get it off, but he really has no strength now. The toughness of this fur is really sufficient.

So the originally beautiful dark gold spotted black fur became not beautiful at all in his eyes, even useless.

After working for a long time, there should be some sweat on his forehead, but he still didn't make many cuts. Even if he made some cuts, he couldn't tear off the entire fur along the skin.

For the first time, Zhou Hui found that handling prey was such a difficult task.

This made him instinctively think of the toothless male lion on the African grasslands. Even if the prey is under the claws and in the mouth, it can't tear the flesh and blood of the prey at will with its sharp teeth like when it was young. Enjoying the wonderful blood food, it must chew the food in its mouth carefully, very seriously, just as seriously and focused as when it was hunting by itself, so that it can eat all the food in its stomach and continue to maintain its old age body...

After spending some more time, Zhou Hui sat down on the ground, staring at the motionless cheetah carcass in front of him, which he could not even tear apart the skin, and suddenly felt that he was like an old lion on the African grassland. In that way, he really reached a state of weakness where he couldn't even enjoy the food he got.

Not only can I not enjoy it to my heart's content, but I don't even have any usable kitchen utensils if I want to cook it, let alone cutting it, and I haven't even torn the skin much.

Looking at the bloody leopard skin that was stabbed with bone spurs, and the area torn apart was not big enough for a slap, Zhou Hui felt that he really couldn't tear it apart. If he couldn't tear it apart, he couldn't wash the blood, and if he couldn't wash it, he couldn't cut the flesh , You have to smoke and roast, you have to collect firewood, and you have to wait for a long time. Even if you put yourself in it, you may not be able to cook a piece of meat.

Zhou Hui suddenly smiled, not in the flesh but in a twitching smile.

So he made a decision.

Since you can't get it cooked, since you can't eat cooked meat, then... let's eat it raw.

Just like eating "poisonous fruit" and eating leaves, eat it raw.

Although he is not a male lion, he does not have the pale but still strong body of a male lion, nor does he have so many hunting skills, he is far behind the real "king". The "King"...doesn't he still have teeth?

So Zhou Hui headed towards the incision, stabbed it with a bone spur, and poked out more flesh and blood, smashed more flesh and blood, and then dragged this piece of flesh and blood from the corpse into the river, and while the river was washing it, he used the bone spur Poke the meat in there.

The bone spur was a thorn, not a knife, and it was not as sharp as a real polished iron thorn, so I don't know how long it took, and finally a piece of flesh less than the size of a palm was removed.

This piece of meat was washed carefully in the river water to remove all the blood. When it was taken out, it turned into a piece of raw meat that was red in color but had no trace of blood. It looked no different from pork.

Then, Zhou Hui bit it bit by bit, and put it into his mouth.

His tongue was numb, and his mouth was numb, so he didn't taste any special taste, but it had a fishy smell, a bit bitter, and most importantly, it was a little hard to chew.

Even after poking this piece of meat many times with bone spurs, it turned into a rotten piece of meat, and it was still a little hard to chew.

But fortunately, being difficult to chew is not impossible to chew, after all, it can be chewed slowly, so this piece of meat eventually became minced meat and entered the stomach.

Looking at the empty hands, looking at the half-floating wild leopard carcass in the river, looking at the wounds on the carcass where I cut the meat, thinking that the piece of raw meat I just ate was cut from this carcass and eaten now. , Zhou Hui opened his mouth, trying to show a little wry smile:
"..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was how he became more and more like a savage...

The cheetah carcass was still half-floating in the river without processing, but I cut its meat on the spot, ate its meat, and even complained about its meat. Such a scene, cutting and eating it now, not processing it, Even the intact corpses are eaten directly as a buffet, no matter how you look at yourself, you look like a savage...

(End of this chapter)