radicalducati Chapter 97 You want to play the technical game with me? I'll play the metaphysical game with yo
Chapter 97 You want to play the technical game with me? I'll play the metaphysical game with yo
Time flows slowly through the grasslands, day after day, amidst the tranquility and undercurrents.
The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and a sweltering wind swept across the entire wasteland, with dry dust flying everywhere.
Chen Fei was lazily resting in the low grass on the east side of the sandbar when his superhuman long-range vision instantly locked onto the human camp three kilometers away, taking in all the movements there.
Chen Fei activated his full aura camouflage skill, perfectly concealing himself and eliminating the possibility of being detected by human detection equipment or hunting dogs with a keen sense of smell.
He crouched low, using the grass and earthen slopes as cover, and silently made his way towards the human camp. He carefully made his way for 500 meters before finally stopping behind a low, thick earthen slope.
The excellent hiding spot, with its thick earthen slope perfectly concealing his massive lion body, also provides a clear view of the entire camp from its elevated position.
He slowly turned his furry ears, aiming them at the core area of the camp, trying his best to catch the sounds of human conversations inside.
At a distance of three kilometers, the sounds of everyday human speech are indistinct and fragmented, making it impossible to discern the specific content.
However, within a safe range of two kilometers, the fluctuations in syllables, intonation, and speech rate of human speech can be clearly distinguished and captured, which is more than enough to collect language samples.
Chen Fei lay motionless on the back of the earthen slope, suppressing all his breath and noise, patiently listening to the conversations inside the camp.
It communicates through devices.
He remained motionless, observing intently and recording every segment of human speech and the frequency of the equipment.
I listened for a full hour.
A large number of new human language syllables, as well as device signal audio, are constantly flooding into the database, and the blank columns are gradually being filled.
Chen Fei lay down behind the bushes, flicked his tail, and swept away the ants that had crawled onto his nose.
That's the trouble with nights on the grasslands—there are so many insects that it's unbelievable. No matter where you hide, there are always some reckless little guys that will come crawling on you.
Chen Fei licked his front paws and used his barbed tongue to comb the sand and grass clippings out of the crevices between his paws.
A lion's tongue is a natural comb and a weapon. It is used to clean its body and to scrape meat off bones when hunting.
He switched his night vision to normal mode, and the green halo in his vision faded, returning to the blurry night.
"Squeak squeak squeak—"
A few noises from the equipment suddenly came from deep in Chen Fei's throat.
Chen Fei himself was surprised.
They're exactly the same!
Chen Fei adjusted his posture to make his body closer to the ground, which would both conceal his figure and reduce mosquito bites.
The ground still carried the warmth of the sun's rays; it wasn't too cold, but it was definitely not warm either.
The temperature difference between day and night on the grassland is so extreme. During the day, it can be so hot that even lions want to lie down in the shade, but at night it can be so cold that they curl up and shiver.
He shrank his neck, buried his head between his front legs, and left only his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.
As a sub-adult male lion, it is dangerous for him to roam alone on the savanna, let alone when he is wandering near a human camp.
We must survive.
Chen Fei yawned, and his canine teeth clicked together.
Having had my eyesight improved and heard simulated sounds, I felt a bit hungry.
Yesterday afternoon, I only managed to catch one zebra calf. It had barely eaten a few bites when a flock of vultures spotted it, so I had to give up.
Vultures on the grasslands are like bandits, with an incredibly keen sense of smell. They can find you anywhere, no matter where you are hiding, as long as there is a smell of blood.
Moreover, they are not afraid of lions at all. Even an adult male lion would have a headache if surrounded by a flock of vultures.
Chen Fei licked his lips, recalling the taste of zebra meat.
Fresh meat has a warm, bloody smell and is chewy, much tastier than dried, rotten meat.
Even if you're starving, you'd still find rotten meat disgusting to eat; it's sour, smelly, and can easily give you diarrhea.
He didn't want to get an upset stomach, which would lower his fighting ability and make him a target for other predators.
As a lion with a human soul, his requirements for food are much higher than those of ordinary lions.
It must be fresh and not spoiled.
Chen Fei looked up at the sky. The stars were bright, and the moon hung in the sky like a half-eaten mooncake.
The wind picked up again, blowing from the south, carrying a hint of dampness from the water plants.
His nose twitched, catching the scents in the air.
There was the smell of gasoline from Marcus Camp, the metallic smell of equipment, the dung of wildebeest herds in the distance, and even the sour stench of hyena packs several kilometers away.
Lions have a sense of smell that is dozens of times more sensitive than humans, and can distinguish hundreds of different scents, which is an essential skill for survival.
Chen Fei squinted and looked in the direction of the hyena's scent.
There are about a dozen hyenas over there; it's a small group.
Hyenas are the lion's mortal enemies. They like to steal the lion's prey and also ambush lion cubs.
Chen Fei doesn't want to confront them head-on right now, unless absolutely necessary.
His current target is Marcus, that camp.
As long as Marcus is driven away, he can temporarily occupy this area and develop in peace.
In a few months, when he is fully grown and his size and strength have increased, he will be able to take on more than a dozen hyenas.
Without human interference, he estimated he could sweep across the entire grassland.
But now, we must survive.
Chen Fei pressed his ear to the ground, listening to the sounds in the distance.
The wildebeest herd moved, their hooves pounding the ground with a dull thud, like distant thunder.
Several zebras were drinking water at a pond not far away, making "glug glug" sounds.
Several nocturnal animals were scurrying about in the grass, making rustling noises; I couldn't tell if they were rabbits or field mice.
The night on the grassland may seem peaceful, but it actually harbors hidden dangers.
Behind every sound, there may be a hunter or prey.
Chen Fei lay motionless behind the bushes, like a stone blending into the night.
His breathing became long and even, almost in sync with the sound of the wind.
Time passed slowly, the moon gradually set in the west, and the stars dimmed considerably.
A faint glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon.
Its daybreak.
Chen Fei raised his head and squinted at the east.
The sunrise on the grassland is spectacular. The sun, like a giant fireball, leaps out from below the horizon, instantly turning the sky orange-red.
Golden sunlight spilled across the grassland, and the dewdrops on the grass blades reflected the light, like scattered diamonds.
But Chen Fei had no interest in appreciating the beautiful scenery.
His gaze returned to the camp.
The lights in the tent were already on; Marcus should be awake.
Chen Fei turned off night vision and switched to normal vision, carefully observing the movements in the camp.
Not long after, the tent flap was pulled open, and Marcus came out.
He was wearing a gray coat, his hair was messy, and he had dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well.
Marcus stretched, yawned, then walked to the folding table, picked up the kettle, and took a sip of water.
His gaze fell on the satellite equipment, his eyes filled with a complex mix of confusion and a barely perceptible anxiety.
Chen Fei was secretly pleased.
It's working.
Once confusion takes root, it will grow wildly like weeds on a prairie.
Marcus walked up to the device, squatted down, turned on the display, and began rapidly manipulating the screen with his fingers.
He was inspecting the equipment.
Chen Fei lay prone on the spot, not daring to breathe.
Although he was 200 meters away from the camp and well hidden, human vigilance should not be underestimated, especially for someone who works in the wild year-round.
His body was completely flat on the ground, and even his tail was tucked back and pressed tightly against his side.
Marcus examined her for a full half hour, sometimes frowning, sometimes shaking her head, and muttering to herself.
Chen Fei couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could guess that he definitely hadn't found the cause of the equipment malfunction.
That's true. The device itself wasn't broken; the problem was with the signal. How could he possibly have detected that?
Chen Fei couldn't help but feel smug inside.
This is the advantage of modern tactical thinking.
You play the technical game with me, I'll play the psychological game with you;
You try to play logic with me, I'll play metaphysics with you.
It leaves you completely bewildered and makes you question the meaning of life.
After checking the equipment, Marcus walked to the SUV, opened the trunk, took out some food and water, and sat down in the folding chair to eat.
He ate slowly and absentmindedly, glancing up at the satellite dish and then at the surrounding grassland every now and then.