Chapter 45: Capturing Ye at Night 1

  The mouse-catching program is divided into two parts: one is baiting, and the other is trapping. Place the trap and bait in places where mice like to haunt, when it drills into the trap to eat the bait, it will automatically trigger the mechanism and lock itself in the trap. This program can be applied universally.

  Mice like sweets, cakes and apples are good baits. However, if you're not catching mice, first figure out what can be used as bait, for example, chimpanzees like bananas, bananas can be used as bait, small fish like earthworms, using earthworms as bait is ideal. What do zombies like? I don't know the answer, but I'm sure there will be bait tonight.

  At a little past ten at night, the village head called us out of our guest room. Outside, it was already brightly lit, with twenty or so young people holding torches gathered in the courtyard of the village head's house. Each person held a sickle in their hand, and on each sickle, near the handle, was tied a red cloth strip.

  The village head took out two sickles from the main room, also tied with red cloth strips, and gave one to each of us. Wang Jue took out a bottle of medicine, shook out a pill of nitroglycerin, and casually handed me one too; I swallowed it in one gulp.

  The bell struck ten, and everyone set off with torches. The village chief led a few young people at the front, while Wang Ju and I walked in the middle of the team. A mighty procession of torches illuminated half the sky. On the road, there were barking dogs, meowing cats, and chirping crickets, but not a single person in the team made a sound, the atmosphere was so quiet that it sent shivers down people's spines. When we reached the foot of the mountain, the village chief ordered to extinguish the torches, leaving only two as signals, and everyone followed the signals in the dark.

  Walking in the dark mountain road, I'm just like a blind man. In front of me, I stretch out my hand and can't see five fingers. All around, except for the tree clusters, there's nothing to block the way. The gravel road underfoot is uneven, so I can only take one step at a time, holding onto branches with care, sometimes tripping over roots. But even if I fall down, no one makes a sound. This group of people is more disciplined than a military unit.

  They walked halfway up the mountain and stopped, the village chief ordering the remaining two torches to be extinguished as well. Everyone stood in silence, waiting for something to appear in the darkness.

  I really want to know what everyone is waiting for. Since the village chief had previously instructed discipline, this action does not allow speaking, and no one has breathed a sigh of relief along the way. So, questions can only be put in my heart.

  Everyone just stood there holding the sickle, eating and drinking. After about half an hour, I felt a bit sore in my legs. So, I grabbed Wang Jue's shoulder and leaned against him slightly, but still felt sore, so I simply followed the example of the little friends, hung his arm and squatted down. The sickle in his hand was right in front of me, shining brightly under the moonlight, it looked really good, brighter than other sickles. I admired it from the tip of the knife upwards, admiring it.

  I feel a bit uneasy, this sickle of his seems different from mine. I take another look at my own and still can't quite put my finger on the difference. Then I glance at his again and suddenly remember that when the village head handed them to us, both had red cloth strips on them, but now his has no red cloth strip!

  I wanted to ask Wang Jue how he lost the red cloth strip, but remembering what the village chief said about not being allowed to speak, I could only shut my mouth and look up at him, trying to convey a message with my eyes. As soon as I looked, my hair stood on end and my blood almost froze.