"We brought a total of forty-three large boxes, with dozens of caras alone. Can you handle it all by yourself?" Jerret was leaning on the windowsill, looking at Bi Fang who was tied with ropes and asked.
Bi Fang looked up at the moon, guessing that it might already be eleven o’clock.
He had to go back to hunting Black Bear during the day, and he would need to return to the forest around one, the ti was indeed very tight.
With only two days left until the start of the hunting season, installing caras by himself at different places in Taiji Town over two nights was simply impossible.
Jerret pointed to the next room: "Let Mandy and Keke go with you. Three people might stand a chance. They’re right next door."
"What if soone notices we’re gone?" Bi Fang hesitated for a mont, not imdiately rejecting the proposal.
One room for two people, if they all disappeared, the quiet rooms would be too conspicuous.
Mond volunteered: "I’ll go to the next room with you, make so noise."
"You?" Jerret looked skeptical.
Mond’s performance today made him doubt whether he had brought the right person along. Even when a leopard was unexpectedly found right beside them during filming, Mond had not been so timid. Yet now, he seed to shrink back in fear.
Although he didn’t show it too much, the weakness of a person could be seen in their eyes.
Mond gritted his teeth: "I can!"
"Okay!"
Bi Fang didn’t say anything, but passed the other end of the rope to Mond and retied it securely.
The Dinima Rope was over fifty ters in length, and even after so use, there was still more than forty ters left, which was more than enough for normal use.
The two stepped on the glass wall surface and slowly moved to the left before tapping on the glass again.
Mandy and Keke opened the window and looked down with the sa skepticism, the height of dozens of ters making their legs go soft.
Both were experts at diving but had virtually no idea about climbing. Looking at Bi Fang, they thought of him as otherworldly.
After sending Mond into the room, Mandy and Keke looked at Bi Fang: "How are we going to get down? Don’t tell we have to climb down; the rooftop isn’t an option, right? There are people watching everywhere, we’d definitely be recognized."
"Not necessary. I’ll figure sothing out."
Bi Fang, with the rope in his mouth, first returned to the rooftop, untied the knot, folded the rope over the railing, and when it reached the window, he let out so slack and pulled the entire length of rope down.
The whole process made the palms of the three inside the room sweat.
Then Bi Fang, standing on an air conditioning unit nearby, tied the rope to a rust-streaked bracket, and everyone instantly understood his plan.
To send them down by constantly changing fixed points.
The rope was forty ters long, and the entire building wasn’t eighty ters tall. Making two trips back and forth, four tis in total, both of them could get down.
"You’ve got to be kidding ." Mandy swallowed, her heart pounding.
Keke even saw a piece of brown tal fall, his face flushed red: "Is this really secure?"
"Don’t worry, this is how I ca up. It’s very stable."
Bi Fang stood on the air conditioner unit, tugging hard at it, not moving an inch.
Despite looking dangerously rusted, it was indeed reliable.
When Bi Fang handed the rope to Mandy, inside she wanted to refuse.
"Can you take down with you?"
"No," Bi Fang flatly refused, "The air conditioning unit might not be able to bear the weight of two people."
Standing on the air conditioning unit with trembling legs, Mandy could clearly hear the whirring of the fan. She couldn’t tell if it was the wind or the sound of the fans anymore.
Looking down from the rooftop, the air conditioning units below seed no bigger than half a palm.
Feeling suddenly ill, Mandy’s heart hamred, her temples throbbing like drums.
"Hurry up, wrap the rope around your waist, and slowly climb down. With your fitness, you should have no problem," Bi Fang called from the lower air conditioning unit.
After all, they were world-class divers. Descending forty ters with the rope, and with other air conditioners to use as stops for rest in between, Bi Fang thought it should be no issue at all.
"Are you ready?" Bi Fang shouted.
Mandy closed his eyes and made a cross over his chest.
"Mom, bless !"
Mandy grabbed the rope and leaped into the wind.
The mont his feet left the air conditioning unit, a large amount of sweat broke out into the palms of his hands, making the rope instantly slick and almost slipping out of his grip.
Fortunately, the next mont, a force ca from his waist and abdon, stopping him midair.
Mandy felt almost drained, not daring to open his eyes, he could only fumble his way down.
A few minutes later, Mandy stood on the ground, dizzy, and turned to look back at the seventy-six-ter-high hotel building. He collapsed to the ground, his T-shirt already drenched with sweat. He took deep breaths, a look of disbelief on his face, "I, I made it down?"
Bi Fang patted his shoulder and offered him a bottle of mineral water, "Water?"
"Thank you."
Mandy took the mineral water and drank it all in one go, belching loudly.
Bi Fang gestured from below, urging Keke to hurry down as well.
"My god, this is way more thrilling than deep diving." Keke landed with the sa airiness, forcibly opened his eyes wide, and staggered around as if he was still floating in the air, completely unable to stand steady.
It took him a while to realize, oh, it was because his legs had gone soft.
"So, you’re really not Batman? You don’t have so kind of armor that goes ’whoosh’ and lets you fly up?" Keke gestured on his forearm and squinted at the rooftop, trying to make Bi Fang prove he really didn’t have the ability to shoot grappling hooks from his arm.
"You’re overthinking it, current technology doesn’t have a motor that’s so small yet so powerful, either your arm would be torn off or you would have to hook sothing and climb up yourself."
Bi Fang reached for the equipnt box dangling from above and tossed it to Mandy and Keke standing beside.
The three of them, with backpacks of all sizes, retreated from the hotel under the cover of night...
The next day.
"Good morning, Fujiwara."
"Morning!"
"Isn’t it a day off today? Why are you up so early?"
"Because it’s a day off I can’t afford to be lazy, gotta get up and exercise. I’ve been sitting too much lately, feel like my bones are rusting."
On the jogging track, several residents passed by. Fujiwara, nearing retirent, smiled and greeted them, then slowly stopped, looking puzzled at a large tree nearby, "Eh, was there a bird’s nest here before?"
On the tree, a bird’s nest made of straw hung between the branches. Such a huge nest, and he hadn’t noticed it in the past few days of his runs?
Just as an old man shuffled past the pathway, Fujiwara called out to him.
"Yo, it’s Fujiwara! You’re up early!"
"Yeah, hey, by the way, Ikeda, was there a bird’s nest here before?"
"A bird’s nest?"
Ikeda looked up, following Fujiwara’s arm and expressed his surprise, "Hey, there is a nest, when did it appear? I feel like I’ve never seen it before?"
"Right? I find it strange too; it seed like it wasn’t there yesterday, as if it popped up overnight."
Ikeda wondered for a while but didn’t pay much attention, instead feeling that Fujiwara was making a fuss over nothing, "A bird’s nest, eh? Birds can build nests really fast, maybe it was too small before and we didn’t notice it."
"Is that so?"
"There are many such nests around, nothing strange about it."
"Right."
"Shall we run together?"
"Sure!"
Fujiwara and Ikeda set off together, unaware that half a minute later, the bird’s nest hanging in the tree suddenly rotated, aligning with their departing figures.
Only when the two had completely disappeared from the pathway did the nest shift direction again, staring straight at the sea.
The sea surged with waves, everything as usual.
Reviews
All reviews (0)