Chapter 296 Tracking the Razor Prince

Ah Zhi unfolded the scroll, and what appeared in front of everyone was the portrait of "Brother Jack".

"If I'm not mistaken, the footprints found by Xiao Miao should belong to this guy."

Azhi pointed to the short dark man on the scroll, and introduced him to Vasa and the others.

"This person is the notorious serial killer 'Little Jack' in the Alfheim area, also nicknamed 'Spring Legs'. According to reliable information, the lair of Little Jack and his partner Big Jack is in the jungle of Wild Boar Island deep."

Everyone's eyes were firmly attracted by the weird figure in the painting.

"Little Jack" really had thick lower limbs and a pair of big feet, but his height was less than four feet, and he looked like an ugly naughty boy.

"There are no outsiders here. Let me just say that this time I came to Wild Boar Island with Xiao Miao and Teacher Benny. In addition to reporting on hunting events, we also have a secret mission to track down Brother Jack."

"But I really didn't expect that Little Jack would actually leave traces here—the area where the Razor Prince and the hunter met."

Ah Zhi touched the mouse's whiskers, a look of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Judging from Jack's always insidious and treacherous behavior, this is probably not a coincidence."

"Mr. Azhi, do you suspect that Little Jack lured that hapless hunting team into the territory of Prince Razor, so as to achieve the purpose of killing people with a knife?"

Thomas shook his head and sneered, immediately rejecting his guess.

"If Little Jack really did this, he wouldn't be afraid of being killed by Prince Razor too? This really doesn't seem like something a person with a normal mind could do."

"Little Jack was originally a perverted killer, and his killing methods were all strongly mischievous. You can't use rationality to measure what a lunatic does. I won't be surprised no matter how crazy he is. .”

Ah Zhi shrugged, insisting on his own deduction.

"We can't get any definite clues from these footprints alone. What's more troublesome is that Little Jack seems to be good at some kind of magic to eliminate footprints. Except for a few vague footprints left here, I can't find any other traces belonging to him. His whereabouts could not be traced."

"The only thing we can do now is to continue to track Prince Razor."

Xiao Miao looked into the depths of the forest - in the center of the fallen and broken trees, a row of huge wild boar's hoof prints stretched into the distance.

"Then hurry up and get on the road."

Ah Zhi put away the scroll, looked up at the sky where the sun was already in the west.

"Remember to send a letter to Teacher Benny before you leave. From his height, you should be able to see the traces left by Prince Razor through the woods, and guide us in the direction of tracking."

Joan took out the copper wire from his pocket, and used the "messaging technique" to get in touch with Mr. Benny, who was driving the light balloon in the air, and briefly introduced the situation on the ground.

Xiao Miao led the hounds to track the hoofprints of Prince Razor, and Mr. Benny provided navigation in the air. A group of ten people shuttled through the dense forest. However, the distance between Prince Razor seemed to be getting farther and farther. Come to think of it, this is not surprising.

When the sunset finally sank to the horizon and the night deepened, Joan and his party were forced to suspend their pursuit in front of the turbulent river.

The river cut off Prince Razor's trail.

Rebecca took Xiaomei across the river to investigate on the other side, but brought back bad news.

There were no hoofprints of Prince Razor on the opposite bank, so he didn't cross the river, but swam away along the river.

The next question is - is the Razor Prince going downstream, or upstream?

Xiao Miao couldn't find traces for identification from the endless river, so she could only turn to Mr. Benny in the air.

A few minutes later, Joan conveyed the message from Mr. Benny to his companions:

"Just an hour ago, Prince Razor went upstream and finally disappeared in the depths of a dense virgin jungle at the foot of Razor Mountain. The field of vision of the telescope was blocked by the branches and leaves that blocked the sky, and Mr. Benny could not track its whereabouts."

The Razor Prince had already escaped into the depths of the dense forest, and as the night was getting darker, most of the people did not have night vision capabilities, so they had to set up a temporary camp in the open area of ​​the valley, rest at the riverside for the night, and continue tracking after dawn.

When Joan and the others lit the fire, Teacher Benny also dropped from the light balloon basket, and tied the cable firmly to a big tree to prevent the balloon from being blown away by the wind.

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When the sun rises again, the sea breeze blows away the mist that hangs over the "Razor Mountain", as if lifting a white veil.

The lake on the top of the mountain shimmers like a huge gem inlaid in the crater.

The clear lake water flows towards the southern foot of the lower mountain pass, and pours down from the top of the thousand-foot mountain, forming a magnificent waterfall. The pool below the waterfall is the source of the "safari river".

There are nearly 400 teams participating in this hunting conference, and most hunting teams dare not stay away from the banks of the "safari river" for safety reasons.

Traveling along the twisting banks, there's no way in five days you'll ever set foot on the upper Safari River, let alone reach its source.

Among all the participating teams, only the hunting team led by Edward Gates has courage, strength and enough good luck.

In the first four days of the journey, they traversed the dense forest and took shortcuts towards the upper reaches of the Safari River, and finally completed a feat on the morning of July 7th-successfully reached the source of the Safari River.

"Edward, we don't have much time left, it's time to turn back."

Martin Smith walked up to Edward Gates, trying to convince the general's son to let it go and not waste any more time.

Edward stood in front of the pool with his hands behind his back, looking up at the waterfall pouring down from a thousand feet, as if he was deeply attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of him, and did not respond to Martin Smith's urging.

Martin stomped his feet anxiously, unable to figure out whether the eccentric young master ignored him on purpose, or whether the roar caused by the falling waterfall overwhelmed his own voice, so he raised his voice.

"We are now cutting down big trees, making a canoe and pushing it into the river. Taking a boat down the river is undoubtedly the fastest and most labor-saving way of traveling. Before sunset, we can reach the tidal flat near the mouth of the Safari River and go ashore there. There should still be time to rush back to the pier before the game ends."

"What's the hurry." Edward replied lightly, "I don't want to waste a whole day rafting on the river, and our current hunting points are not enough to ensure a medal."

"Edward, you'd better be rational. If we don't hurry up and turn back now, and we can't return to the pier to report the hunting results before the sun sets today, even if we get more points, it will be meaningless!"

Martin's words could not hide his anxiety.

He really didn't understand how a smart person known as a "genius" like Edward Gates would not understand the principle of "enough is enough".