SWDnovel Chapter 883 Brother and Sister (1/4)
Chapter 883 Brother and Sister (1/4)
Chapter 883 Brother and Sister (14)
The hunter's wooden house is not big, but it is definitely not small. The single-story wooden house has put a lot of effort into the horizontal space expansion, so that it can accommodate the prey and various sundries that are usually hunted back, both in terms of space and structure. It's enough to serve as a safe haven in a snowstorm.
The female hunter picked up the branches, straws, and weeds piled in the corner, and stuffed them into the stove bit by bit. She also used tongs to pick up the firewood in the stove to make it burn more quickly and thoroughly, providing a steady stream of light for the wooden house.
From time to time, she turned to look at the wooden table not far from the stove. Now the debris on the table had been cleared away, and instead lay the old hunter Aryan. The firelight illuminated the KGB lieutenant colonel from the great motherland, the Soviet Union. The figure stood beside the table like an iron tower. He stood upright, holding tweezers and a dagger in his hands, and picked out the blood-red iron sand bullets from the bloody flesh under his eyes.
Old Arian was not shot to death on the spot. This is both lucky and unfortunate news. It is obvious that the shotguns held by the robber brother and sister who broke into the house were not regular ones. Homemade gunpowder guns are usually characterized by their low power and the shooting range when shooting. It is wide and has a lot of shrapnel, most of which are iron sand.
In the Soviet Union, there were many incidents of shotguns misfiring and injuring people. In the process of maintaining a shotgun, an old man in the countryside even held the muzzle upward and the gun base downward to wipe it. During the wiping process, the gunpowder gun misfired, causing his face to be wiped. After being sprayed, he was rushed to the hospital to remove hundreds of shrapnel, leaving twenty iron sand bullets still alive in his skull.
Old Arian was shot in the chest. Under the protection of more than three layers of leather jackets, the damage of these iron sand bullets was minimized, but it was still the power of the gunpowder explosion, and the iron sand bullets eventually penetrated the protective layer. It fell into his skin and flesh, but fortunately his internal organs were not damaged, so he was still saved.
"Is this a misfire?" On the other side of the long table, someone sighed in a low voice. His unique English pronunciation always attracted the attention of the entire room when he spoke.
Americans, at least claimed to be Americans traveling to the Soviet Union. The young man who introduced himself as "Adam" couldn't bear to look at the iron sand bullets with flesh and blood picked out on the table. He couldn't imagine what kind of pain the old man on the table was suffering, even though he was drinking. After drinking a large bottle of Red Label vodka, I was knocked unconscious. The visual impact of this kind of tweezers digging into the flesh to pick out small particles can still make people feel clear phantom pain.
"It's not a fire, it's a deliberate murder." The huntress finished adding firewood to keep the room bright and walked to the table. "Can he survive?"
"Don't talk to me until the operation is over, keep quiet, and talk about other things later." The KGB lieutenant colonel's voice was cold, full of an unquestionable sense of military order, so everyone in the room stopped talking loudly, and even communication was just Whisper in the ear - The female hunter has been staring coldly at the bandit brother and sister biting their ears under the stuffed bear head in the corner. They seem to have been discussing something intensely.
She really wanted these two people to be dishonest in the future, so that she could raise her bow and shoot the heads of this couple in an open and honest manner. Unprepared indoors, she was confident that she could shoot blindly with her bow. It can be faster than the opponent and aim the gun. But this is just a thought, because now there is an exception factor in this wooden house.
The huntress looked at the heated kang deep in the wooden house (kangs also existed in the coastal areas of the Korean Peninsula, eastern Russia, and Japan). There was a small bulge on the warm heated kang, which could be vaguely seen through the light of the stove. Clear, it was a girl holding a boy with his eyes closed, squatting on the fire bed, a thick reindeer skin jacket wrapped around them. The boy was asleep with his eyes closed, and the girl's chin was gently resting on the boy's head. He tried his best to hide him and himself in his coat, observing everyone in the room in the dark.
This hunter's cabin was extremely lively on this snowstorm night, with KGB officers, robbers and men, lost huntresses, lost children, and even an American traveling in the Soviet Union.
A single character can probably tell a wonderful story, but now that these characters are all brought together, it's hard to imagine how bizarre and weird the story would be if there were a story between them.
The female hunter temporarily turned her attention away from the old Alian who was uncertain about his life or death on the table. She took a step, and at the moment she took the step, the clicking sound of the mechanical transmission sounded.
She turned around and saw the tall brother of the robber man and woman, or rather the robber brother and sister, unconsciously raising the muzzle of the long-handled shotgun in his hand under the bear's head.
This was a threat, but it was only a limited threat. It only made some sounds unique to mechanical products such as shotguns to warn them. They could have directly raised the muzzle of the gun to intimidate them but they did not dare to do so.
That KGB lieutenant colonel, since he walked into this wooden house, all the contradictions and conflicts in the house have been suppressed, but this does not mean that the hatred has also disappeared. There is still more firewood in the stove, and the hatred is still there. Fermentation, now just because of the identity and majesty of this mysterious officer, has led to a wonderful balance.
The KGB lieutenant colonel felt a natural sense of awe in the dark iron tower next to the stove. I don't know whether it was the inherent majesty of the status of a sergeant or the man's own courage. This sense of awe made him The female hunter temporarily gave up her revenge, which also caused the bandit brother and sister, who originally appeared with a violent and unscrupulous image, to restrain their claws instantly. They just watched in silence as the officer rescued the old hunter who was injured by them.
No one knows what the KGB lieutenant colonel’s position and opinion is on what happened in the cabin. His first order and decision after entering the cabin was to save people. The woman in the bear hat among the bandit brothers and sisters even had his hands. Bandaged by myself.
Intuition tells everyone that it is extremely irrational to take action in front of this Soviet officer. Now the absolute right to speak in this wooden house is in the hands of the other party. If he does not speak, this wonderful balance in the snowstorm will continue.
The huntress took a deep breath to hold back her dissatisfaction and anger, and finally just glared at the bandit brother and sister under the stuffed bear head, and walked towards the fire pit deep in the wooden house under the hostile gaze of the two people.
As soon as she got close to her, she felt that the girl with the small bulge had noticed her. A pair of dark eyes were staring at her quietly in the dark. This feeling reminded her of the wolverine in the bush, even though she was young. It will also show its teeth appropriately when facing hunters.
The female hunter sat down on the chair next to the fire bed, obviously wanting to strike up a conversation, because she had a serious curiosity about this girl.
When they saw her engaging in conversation, everyone in the room except the KGB lieutenant colonel who operated on the old hunter turned their attention because, like the female hunter, everyone was curious about the origins of the boy and girl.
They remember clearly that when the door of the hunter's cabin was knocked open by the American Adam, the first thing they saw was their shockingly thin and suffocating white clothes. In Northern Siberia at minus 50 degrees Celsius, even The cold-resistant Yakut horses need to be kept warm in this freezing weather. I'm afraid they will freeze to death in a few minutes, right?
The American who brought them, Adam, claimed that he found the two children on the tracks of the train. They were dressed like this when he found them. The little girl carrying the boy on her back was not even wearing any clothes (when speaking of this, He solemnly claimed many times that he had no inclination to smelt copper),
He did not dare to take off his coat to the girl, because if he did, he would be the one who died on the road. He originally wanted to do something, such as take the boy from the girl's back, but this intention actually gave rise to the other party's urge to run away from him.
Until the end, seeing that the blizzard leaping over the mountains behind him was about to catch up with them, he persuaded the girl to put on and take off the clothes of the little boy behind him first, and ran with him into the coniferous forest for refuge.
But honestly, what kind of shelter can just conifers do in a snowstorm? Unless they could find the bear's cave, but the cave must be full in this weather, right? We can only hope that hibernating bears won’t mind them staying overnight? But all this requires a cave where they can find bears.
Just when he was about to despair, he unexpectedly heard a loud gunshot in the forest, and he hurriedly followed the sound and discovered the lights of the wooden house.
Generally speaking, this is how Adam explained the whole story. Except for the very first part, the rest of his explanation is reasonable and well-founded. However, the problem is just at the very beginning that makes people question it. On a day of minus 50 degrees, he found that he was barely clothed. Two little kids walking along the tracks? One of them even carried the unconscious other on her back. The girl carrying the little boy must have been transformed from a Yakut horse, which can hump people and keep out the cold.
"Is he warmer?" was the first thing the huntress asked.
He didn't ask the girl if she was cold, but how the boy in her arms was doing.
The bear jacket on this little girl was put on by the female hunter herself. It was found from the hunter's wardrobe. When she came into contact with the girl's skin, what she felt was not the coldness she imagined, but the vitality. The heat! This girl was like a human-shaped self-propelled heater, exuding warmth from nowhere, keeping the boy behind her warm in the heavy snow.
The little girl stared at the hunter, and the hunter stared at her, both observing each other. The hunter observed that the girl was about 10 years old, no more than 13 years old, with black hair and fair skin, but she could still tell that she was of yellow race. Not sure if they are Siberian yellow people or something else. But one thing is that she was born very beautiful. It is time for a girl of this age to bloom. Even if she is taciturn, she can still see the beauty like a budding blue bell flower in her silent and frosty eyebrows.
Thinking of this, the huntress looked back at the American Adam. The American was helping the KGB officer, handing him medical equipment and holding a mirror to refract the stove to illuminate the wound. To be honest, she had some doubts that this Adam was from a bad background. When the Americans appeared in the Soviet Union, they showed up with two children. She had reason to believe that the two children were abducted by the other party through improper means. The so-called chance encounter on the railway track was all lies.
But whoever questioned it had to provide evidence. She had no evidence to prove her conjecture for the time being, so she chose to remain silent.
"Is this your brother?" The female hunter turned to look back at the little girl, and her eyes fell on the little boy in her arms. The little boy was younger than the girl, only 5 to 6 years old. Under his thin clothes, Skinny. His body temperature was also cold at first, which was in line with the female hunter's guess. Until now, the little girl held her in her arms in front of her to ensure his body temperature. It reminded people of Australia's mother kangaroos with their baby kangaroos in their pockets.
No one can lift a baby kangaroo out of its pocket, and if you try, the mother will kick your ass with her powerful hind limbs. The huntress had tried to take care of the two of them separately before, but just with this intention, the little girl almost jumped off the fire bed and rushed out of the cabin. That kind of extreme resistance made her understand that this was the other party's taboo and was completely non-negotiable. Taboo.
The little girl stared at the huntress for a long time, and the huntress stared back at him. The stove crackled and burned, and the blizzard outside the window roared like ghosts and wolves. An old hunter said that the best way to build a good relationship with cubs is to look at each other, and this kind of gaze is not as fierce as a tamed falcon, but to make the cub look at you feel it through the window of its soul. Only after your goodwill and such a bond of trust are achieved can you become preliminary partners.
The huntress tried her best to make her gaze as friendly as possible, or perhaps she had an almost maternal compassion for children. For various reasons, the little girl actually spoke. Her voice was childish but clear, and what she said was standard. Russian, "He's my brother."
They are really siblings.
The huntress's eyes fell on the little boy. Compared to the cuteness and beauty of the little girl, it was easy for people to form a connection that they were brother and sister. It was just like this kind of gem placed in the snow that could not be dreamed of by the snow. Why do these boys and girls appear on the border of Siberia, a place where birds have no shit?
"Little sister, where are you from? Is that American over there your friend?" The huntress asked this question simply and clearly, and she consciously stood between the American Adam and the little girl. If the two children were threatened by the American, then appropriate obstruction of sight should increase the courage of the other party to tell everything.
"He is not our friend, we met him on the road." said the little girl. The wording and sentences are very clear.
The huntress thought that she would appear shaky and uneasy when speaking to strangers in extreme circumstances and situations. But no, none of these emotions existed. This girl was very stable, with a composure beyond what she should have at her age. That's a good thing, but it's also weird to be in the present, just as weird as a little girl appearing in a world of ice and snow.
"On the road? Are you two people all the time? Where do you come from and where are you going?" The female hunter went straight to the core of the problem.
When asked this question, the little girl suddenly fell silent. The huntress became more confused when she saw that she didn't want to answer, but she could only suppress it for the time being and continued to ask, "Don't you want to answer? Then what is your name? I May I know? What should I call you and your brother?"
"Matvey (Матвей)." The little girl hugged some little boys tightly.
"Is this your brother's name?" The huntress looked at the little boy, because Matvey was obviously a boy's name, "What about you? What do you call me, little sister?"
"Yelena (Лена.)" the little girl said, "This is my current name."