At that time, rotten leaves were flying under the tree and soil was splashing everywhere, as if an electric massager suddenly fell into the fallen leaves.
The little fox had already screamed and ran away, trembling, and the sound it made was even more miserable than the black shadow that pounced down.
On the contrary, the reindeer who had finally solved his "biggest problem" was very calm. However, after taking two steps forward, the frightened little girl hugged his neck and strangled him so hard that he rolled his eyes.
"Ugh! Wow, ugh, ugh!!"
The weird screams continued to ring out under the tree, and from the frequency, one could tell how crazy this guy was. But in the next second, with two muffled "bangs", the sound suddenly disappeared, and even the struggle became much weaker and quieter.
Wang Ping looked at the small animal in his claws, and there was something strange on its furry face.
"Is this... a cat?"
With broad triangular ears and a cheetah-like face, it was undoubtedly a cat. However, at the tips of the ears and on both sides of the chin, there was a tuft of hair that was significantly longer than other parts of the body, making it look like a middle-aged or elderly lion that had stayed up too late.
"No, it's a lynx!"
His eyes swept over the lower three parts, and the little black claws subconsciously lifted up, and then Wang Ping was embarrassed to find that the other person was bigger than him. So his face darkened, and he climbed up the tree trunk behind him, and finally lifted the guy up from the ground.
The lynx, whose throat was strangled by fate, glared at him with squinted eyes, but dared not move. Judging from the force of the two slaps just now, it seemed that the badger could kill it like killing an ant, which made the cat feel overwhelmed.
From head to toe, and then pinching the neck and shaking it, it is estimated that the body length of this creature is 80 centimeters, and only more than one meter including the tail. Judging from the sturdy limbs and the strange head-to-body ratio, it is definitely a lynx. But...
Wang Ping jumped back to the ground, and regardless of the lynx's struggle, he pulled apart the black hair all over to check, and even pulled a few strands off.
"Why is this thing black?"
This was the first time Wang Ping encountered a black lynx.
Seeing that there was not a single stray hair on this creature from head to toe, Wang Ping was amazed, but he discovered something else on it.
Just above the joint of the lynx's hind leg, there was something like a metal ring tightly clamped, and it was fixed with screws. In the position of the "ring holder", there was a capsule-shaped object.
"Emm~"
Wang Ping narrowed his eyes, feeling that the thing looked somewhat familiar.
"Boss~"
A timid voice sounded, and when Wang Ping looked up, the little fox was holding the reindeer's antlers and looking over here. Under the moonlight, the little girl's eyes were shining, proving that the lynx's judgment was correct. This guy really cried.
"It's okay, it's just a wild cat, we've taken care of it!"
Wang Ping raised his claws and shook the lynx's neck again, and felt that it was a little wilted, so he let go of his claws. Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, the lynx instantly stood up, turned around and ran into the woods.
"Bang!"
“Bang, bang, bang!”
The little fox stared in amazement at the "cat head" that was being slapped into the fallen leaves by a badger's paws, its little mouth opened into an "o" shape.
"Well, well, this time it should be done!"
Wang Ping scratched his butt, looked at the lynx that had simply turned over and lay in the pit, unable to get up, and smiled at the little fox.
Seeing that the badger refused to let the owner go and was lowering its head to pull the owner's hind legs apart to study something, the little fox was curious and bravely pulled the reindeer closer.
"Wow, this cat is so big~"
"vomit!"
Perhaps some badger hurt the "ring" when trying to remove it, so the lynx cried out but did not resist. It also saw that Wang Ping wanted to remove the thing, and even stretched its legs on its own initiative.
"That sound is so weird. Aren't cats meowing all the time?"
The little fox simply squatted down and leaned closer to Wang Ping to see what he was doing. After discovering the "ring", he exclaimed.
"Who is so lacking in public morality! How can you tie something like this on a cat?"
"Public morality? Ha!"
Wang Ping twitched his hairy mouth and sneered secretly. For poachers and some people with special hobbies, public morality probably does not exist.
He had already seen that the lynx had a modified tracker tied to its hind leg, and it was obviously not a "product" from the nature reserve.
Most of the leg rings used for scientific research or protection are made of plastic and elastic, and are assigned numbers. This makes replacement easier and also helps avoid harm to the animal.
The one in front of me, which is smooth and tied so tightly, has only one purpose:
It is convenient to track during transportation to prevent animals from escaping.
"You're lucky to have met a badger like me who enjoys helping animals!"
Patting the big cat in front of him, Wang Ping continued to struggle with the tracker. From the side, his movements looked particularly vulgar.
But the person who installed this tracker probably knows cats very well. The metal buckle is firmly stuck on the joint. If a badger exerts a little force, he can feel the thigh shaking under his claws. If it is forcibly broken, it will be injured.
The little fox on the side looked at Wang Ping, then looked at the black lynx with its neck stiffened, and with a roll of his eyes, he began to take something out of his pocket.
After a while, Wang Ping smelled the aroma of meat. When he looked up, he saw the little girl holding a sausage and quietly putting it into the lynx's mouth.
"What the hell?"
Wang Ping's face was filled with grief and anger. He glared at the little fox angrily: "I just asked you if you brought any food, and you said no?"
"Hehe~"
The little fox smiled foolishly, pretending that he didn't understand the badger's expression. As the lynx beside him bit the sausage and started to eat it, the little fox tentatively touched the badger's head.
As a result, after eating a sausage, the little fox started to "pet the cat" and did not take off the tracker.
"Boss, are you ready?"
The little girl couldn't help urging him, so Wang Ping angrily threw the thigh down and picked up Little Claw.
"Just leave it on! I'm hungry and have no strength! I can't take it off!"
“Ah~”
The little fox curled his lips in disdain, as if he was looking down on Wang Ping. Such a big badger was actually jealous of a little cat.
Seeing that Wang Ping really turned and walked to the side, the little girl stood up and sat down under a big tree on the west side. She simply pulled the big cat into her arms and hugged it, checking the tracker in the moonlight.
Wang Ping walked through the small open space next to him and hushed behind the bushes opposite. When he returned, he saw the little fox raising his hand to untie his belt.
"Girl! Please respect yourself! It's just a cat!"
A badger ran back with his little feet, and when he got closer, he saw that the little fox had only pulled out half of the belt and used the pin on the buckle as a screwdriver to unscrew the screws on the tracker.
"Emm~"
Subconsciously making way for the moonlight, a badger scratched his furry face and watched. Not long after, the screw, which was only three millimeters in size, was turned by her.
As the metal ring loosened, a lynx could not wait to kick its hind legs. Amid the little fox's soft cry, a streak of silver flew out into the moonlight and landed in the bushes to the south.
Wang Ping turned around to pick it up, and when she came back, she saw the little fox stroking the lynx that was lying in her arms and licking her thigh, with an expression of joy on her face that said, "I now have a cat."
The reindeer that she "abandoned" was standing next to her, looking at Wang Ping innocently, as if asking: Can I get off work now
"Tsk, what a little girl who gets bored easily!"
A badger shook his head and was about to walk back, but suddenly stopped where he was. As his nose moved slightly, a row of question marks slowly appeared on his forehead.
For the love of Santa Claus, why is there such a strong smell of shit in this woods