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Chapter 330: 328: Appeared
Chapter 330: 328: Appeared
Chapter 330: Chapter 328: Appeared
“I can’t believe it ran this far out.”
Bi Fang looked up at the tall enclosing wall, having chased it for nearly three or four kilometers, only to be blocked by this wall.
There were many hairs scraped off under the door crack; the fox surely must have squeezed through here, a pity, while the fox could get through, a person could not.
The gap was too narrow, and Bi Fang was a bit too big.
He glanced around, took two steps back, and under the shocked gazes of the audience, he charged and kicked off the wall, grabbed onto the fence with his hands, and flipped over with a hawk-like somersault.
[Damn, that wall must be three meters tall, right? And he just flipped over it just like that?]
[Extreme parkour, six six six]
[Holy shit, dude, that’s some snake-skin movement right there]
Unlike the last time he scaled a fence, this time there was no triangular wall to leverage from. Flipping over a three-meter-tall wall so easily truly opened the eyes of the audience.
Dust billowed slightly, Bi Fang bent his knees, and faced with the boiling excitement of the audience, he didn’t react much, but followed the hair and footprints to pursue once more.
The scent was getting stronger, and Bi Fang had a feeling that he was getting close.
Scents naturally disperse, the more concentrated they are, the less time they have had to spread, meaning they were left recently.
Thinking this, Bi Fang slowed his pace.
“Foxes have very good hearing and can accurately locate sounds. Their sense of smell is also very sensitive, and the most terrifying thing is that their peak speed can reach about 50 km/h, absolutely not to be underestimated. Once they spot you first, catching them is almost impossible.”
“Moreover, Yemen is ultimately a city, not a forest. If it slips into a building, I’d be helpless, so it’s best to proceed with caution…”
Bi Fang walked with extreme care in the abandoned factory, aiming not just to avoid being detected by the fox but also to avoid being discovered by others.
It would have been easier to manage at night, but now it was daylight, when running into other people was more likely.
In Yemen, out of every ten people you meet, if not nine, at least eight would be thugs; otherwise, it would be very difficult to survive in this city.
Good people in this city are like mice squeezing through narrow gaps.
After crossing the wall, the ground was no longer cement, but soft soil which, due to the rain a couple of days ago, was quite loose and actually retained fairly clear footprints.
Following the footprints into the distance, at the corner of the wall there was a huge pile of miscellaneous items, various broken pieces of furniture. The footprints stopped at this pile of goods, and from within this mess, there were many to and fro footprints. If this weren’t the fox’s den, it wouldn’t be like this.
“It seems to be right over here.”
Bi Fang narrowed his eyes; the closer he was to success, the more cautious he needed to be, lest the past hour’s effort be in vain.
A single fox could at least restore his status to ninety percent and would allow him to hold on for one more day, not to mention using it as bait to capture other prey.
“I can’t get any closer, or the likelihood of being discovered is too high. We should set a trap to catch it.”
Bi Fang continued to retreat until he was behind a building, where he took off the backpack from his back and pulled out a “net” he had previously found.
Although Yemen was an abandoned city, it was still a city. With a careful search in many trash accumulation areas, one might find some unexpectedly useful things.
Like this net, which Bi Fang had stumbled upon while on the move and had joyfully collected straight away.
A net is a killer tool for area hunting!
The location of the fox was at the base of an enclosing wall, next to a factory building.
“I’m going to set up a bird-catching net trap right at the entrance to its home. I don’t believe it won’t fall for it.”
A bird-catching trap?
Will this work for catching a fox?
The viewers’ mouths twitched, unsure how to rely on this bird trap to catch a fox.
First of all, it was of course necessary to repair the net; a big hole would simply not do.
This was no trouble for Bi Fang. For a small hole, he just threaded a rope through the surrounding mesh and tied it tight, and the small hole was fixed. The trouble was with larger holes, which required several threads to weave and mend a net-like patch.
The entire process took less than half an hour.
In the end, Bi Fang found several long plastic pipes and entered the factory building, heading straight to the second floor. He connected all the pipes into one piece, lifted the four corners of the last net pocket, and hung it on the pipe end. He placed a stone in the middle to serve as a weight dangling down, stretched it out from the window on the second floor, and slowly laid it on the ground, spreading it out bit by bit.
A large net was thus laid out where the fox tracks were most dense.
Next, all he had to do was wait for a fox to walk over it, and Bi Fang would “rise to the occasion,” utter the command to pull the net and trap the fox within.
The waiting was the hardest part. Bi Fang was okay but the audience was suffering, wanting to see the outcome, yet bored by the tedious wait.
Had it not been for Master Fang occasionally telling a couple of jokes and stories, it would have been truly difficult to get through this time. Even so, a half-hour wait directly resulted in a loss of nearly one hundred thousand viewers.
Such is the challenge of live streaming. The drastic fluctuations in viewership could send shivers down one’s spine. If it weren’t for Bi Fang’s extensive experience, his hands might have been shaking with nerves.
The half-hour flew by, and it was now 12:37 local time in Yemen.
Just as more and more online friends grew impatient, ready to leave the stream to play video games or watch TV shows, a shadow suddenly darted past from a pile of junk!
There’s something!
The sharp-eyed viewers were thrilled, and instantly the chat was flooded like a tide. In a moment, nearly all viewers knew something had appeared.
The unmanned drone on the windowsill automatically zoomed in on the image, making more viewers hold their breath, their hearts pounding with nervous anticipation.
Could it really be a success, relying on an old, torn net from a pile of rubbish?
Bi Fang, tired from the wait, had relaxed a bit but jolted when he saw the chat’s reminder. Focusing his gaze, he immediately spotted a blurry figure in the pile of debris, inside that tattered cabinet!
A look of joy spread across Bi Fang’s face as he whispered softly, “No mistake, it’s a fox, a sand fox at that!”
Abbascan is located in the central west and has desert areas, so it’s not unusual for a sand fox to venture into the city.
Within the gaping hole of the battered cabinet, there was definitely a fox, though its exact size couldn’t be made out.
Awesome, my brother!
Even though Bi Fang’s analysis was spot-on, witnessing a fox appear before his eyes was a genuine shock of confirmation.
Once the fox appeared, the viewers no longer felt bored.
After a few minutes, the sand fox finally emerged from the pile of junk, sniffing the air cautiously, allowing the viewers to see its full figure.
About half a meter long, with a fluffy tail, its eyes nearly squinted into slits.
This sand fox first sneaked towards the factory gate, looking as if it was about to go out hunting.
The yellow soil beneath the gate, frequently burrowed by the fox, had caused that part of the ground near the crevice to visibly sink, looking quite comical.
But just as it reached halfway there, as if catching a scent, it suddenly stopped and turned.
Bi Fang’s heart tightened.
Oh no, it might have caught his scent from the net!