【Shine】The river that walks with snakes

The wind blowing from the great desert will make a circle on the river bank, and then hit any creature passing by here, sometimes it will be a sky blue flying insect, sometimes it will be a white wild goat, But more often, the turning wind in the desert will hit the pants of the golden man.

Gilgamesh retaliated by kicking a stone down the river, where the water from the wind had stained the sides of his boots. Five miles or so up the river, he was completely ruined by strange tidal fish and rapids, and the two open boots were now hanging like two crabs from his lap. On the side of the saddle, it jerked and jumped as it lowered its head to eat grass.

"Mongrel."

In an extremely bad mood, he once again insulted any natural creation he could see, and then reached out and took out a thin wooden tube from his waist. It was a small tube made of special carved wood, which naturally exuded a killing power. The smell of moths and other bugs is only used by collectors when placing parchments and expensive paper, and in the barren and backward desert, only the most flamboyant travelers or the richest gold diggers will If you have money, you can buy a storage barrel like this.

Gilgamesh pulled out the old parchment from the barrel, and drew a hard, scrawled fork on it with a charcoal stick—clearly, he was both.

Before capital and wealth circulated as fast as lightning, the rumors of gold in the deserts of the northern part of the mainland were like Solomon's treasure or the Arabian Nights, boring secrets and warnings that only belonged to the aborigines, except for the most boring useless poets No one, except the artists, cared about the stories sung by people with feathers on their foreheads.But when the impossible becomes possible, when these tales of random people turn into legends of ordinary people getting rich overnight, into printed posters recruiting miners, and when the ever-changing gold rush drama is staged in the theater, all this will happen. It is no longer a legend.

The desert in the northern part of the continent has become the spring of desire that drives thousands of people to flock to the great desert.

Gilgamesh took a carbon stick and drew two lines on the fork he had just drawn, and then drew two circles on each line, and then he used another line to cut off the place where the two circles overlap. , and finally took out a compass attached to a pure gold chain in his pocket.

The pointer of this compass is made of sapphire and is polished into a transparent and expensive creation. The shadow it refracts due to shaking in the sun is like the trace left by a dolphin when it crosses the sea. Gilgamesh carefully recorded the offset angle, and then at the very end, it seemed that he had carefully shifted the line he had drawn by two ticks along the angle of the pointer.

On the scribbled map paper, there is only a clear and deep trace of charcoal pen, which is straight and firm, pointing to a certain location. Gilgamesh put down the map and looked forward, then reached out to reach his little one. kettle.

There are two kettles hanging on his horse, one big and one small. The big one can be filled with water from any river, while the small one can only be filled with water from a wine cellar. For sweet wine, he bought the wine cellar a long time ago, and of course, the castle where the wine cellar was built.

But unfortunately, not everyone likes the taste of this dessert wine.

At the moment when the flying bullet pierced the flagon, Gilgamesh grabbed the long rein that jumped upwards. The huge impact of the frightened horse's leap could almost break the palm of any man, but he Pulling the reins normally, he turned around and looked at the location where the bullets came from. It was a short bush, and the swaying bare-leaf forest couldn't hide people at all. The few shotguns crawled out of it all had a strong smell of gunpowder. The four A man like a hyena was walking towards him step by step with a gun raised, the smell made his nose wrinkle and his tongue curl up in disgust.

"Gil...Mr. Gilgamesh, I think you are familiar with such a scene, right?"

"Of course, I'm so familiar that I can smell the stench of you bastards from a few meters away."

Gilgamesh didn't panic. The high ground on the bank of the river where he was standing made him taller than the incoming enemies. This disdainful calm and elegance shrouded the high ground, almost showing In an instant, the other party stopped the pace of advancement.

"Very good, so we don't need to explain why we came here, give us what you have!"

"This is really a request I haven't heard for a long time. Even if you are wild and untamed stupid dogs, it is too rude and disgusting."

He stroked gently down the gentle neck of the horse. Although the animal, startled by the gunfire, managed to calm down at the moment, its muscles and skin were still vibrating violently. The dark red wine stains stained its original pure white back, as if it had been shot to the bone by the arrow of Dionysus head-on.

"You...you should be clear about your position! Now we are pointing guns at you! Now hand over the map immediately, and I won't say it a second time, or the next shot will be aimed at your head! "

Only the guy at the head still had the vicious courage left in front of the leisurely Gilgamesh. He held his gun and walked forward three steps. Desire drove him forward, and he only had that part in his eyes. The map that symbolizes gold, and at this moment he is lying three barrels away from him, as long as he successfully puts the barrel of the shotgun on the forehead of the person in front of him, he can easily free his hand to take the gun from the opponent's waist An eternal wealth.

That is the greatest temptation in the world. According to legend, Gilgamesh blows faster than the wind in the desert. They say that he finds the gold veins underground as easily as a child digs sand in the desert. In the short three years in the desert, three huge gold mines that no one else could have imagined for 30 years became his property. This almost miraculous fact is better than any drama, and quickly shifted the eyes of the entire desert.Every hunter, robber, and traveler in this world pursues his footsteps like a believer in God, and finds his scent from any footprints and rivers.This shocking gaze gradually became more and more exaggerated, so that now, everyone in the desert began to think that every piece of land stood at Gilgamesh's feet, every place drawn on the map was a golden paradise, Bessie Bu's cellar is the source of a gold mine to change anyone.

"You can point the gun at me, I feel sympathy for your stinky desire, I am willing to give you a chance, nameless wild dog, do you really want my map?"

Unbelievably, under such circumstances, the object of his threat let out a series of laughter, which sounded like the sound of an animal he couldn't remember, and he looked into the crimson eyes of Gilgamesh. Hitomi hides under the narrowed eyelids, red packs the cold and absurd things, fear makes him tremble and grind his chapped lips:

"Now, give it—give it to me!"

"I agree with your obsession with desire, bastard, but what I'm curious about is... since your desire for gold is so deep, and desire makes you the only one who dares to stand in front of me with a gun, but after getting this After the map, you still have to follow the agreed rules and share this wealth that could have belonged only to you with your hyena-like lazy and greedy colleagues."

"You are here, what are you talking about! Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get the map..."

"Why don't you think about it this way, stupid wild dog—"

Gilgamesh pulled the rein and spoke slowly, his voice was elongated and encircling as if smoked, like a sharp poison of nerves rushing into the heart of the gunman.

"Think about the people who are walking with you. What are they doing behind your back now? Why didn't they follow you and raise their guns to aim at me? What do you occupy in this group of people walking together? status? In your sloppy and stupid agreement, what percentage of the gold mine can you get?"

"What are you talking about, it's not like this..."

The gunman resisted, but the hand holding the gun began to vibrate like water waves. Gilgamesh raised the map scroll in his hand in a timely manner, and his face was still cold after laughing. It has the taste of floating like bubbles:

"Oh, maybe I thought highly of you, you bastards didn't even have a contract, so what were they talking about behind your back, you stupid piece of trash, last night by the fire where you camped after you fell asleep? They Something is hiding out of your sight that will kill you, is it a knife, or a gun?"

"Ah! Don't say any more, don't..."

"Now, haven't you heard the sound of bullets gliding through the barrel behind you, bastard!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

The sound of bullets exploding was accompanied by a hypnotic roar in the wilderness. The inferior revolvers and shotguns could not fire a continuous fire. The gunpowder exploded the man's body, and the blood sprayed by the follower immediately seeped into the dry land. The blond man standing on the bank of the river amidst the wailing sound was unmoved. He led his horse to change directions to avoid splashing The blood that comes out will stain its white fur.

"You...you...your...land...map..."

"I can't tell if the blood stinks so much or the stupidity emanating from your brains stinks even more."

Gilgamesh stood beside the nearest gunman like a rotten berry, and the man fell between the weeds and seeped down a trickle of blood. The parchment on it, overwhelmed and soaked in the blood of stupid men who want it mad.

"It's rare that I made a mistake. It turns out that it's just because you, the bastard, stink too much."

He threw away the waste paper that was just measuring the height of the valley, and the freshly sticky blood on his palm reminded him of the disgusting smell of red onions in his memory. This ominous association made his mood worse today, but it seems that Doesn't mean the end of the teasing of his fate today.

Just as he was taking a step towards the river, a deadly soft sound suddenly pierced through the wind and reached his ears. The unexpected speed was too fast, as if the wind of death rushed straight from hell to his head.

"Damn..."

He quickly spun to one side to avoid the bullet cursed with near-death, but even if he faced such an unexpected crisis, he would not have the power to counter the bullet. This unprecedented threat of death made Gilgamesh For the first time ever, he was so close to the despair he didn't deserve.

--die?

When the wind blowing from the great desert is close to the river bank, the wind blowing from the great desert will make a circle on the river bank, and then hit any creature passing by here. Although it often hits the pants of the golden person, But sometimes it bumps into creatures that shouldn't be there.

A violent explosion exploded in the air, and Gilgamesh maintained an extremely unstable balance and looked towards the grass behind him, where an exploded revolver was falling slowly and strangely.

There was also a severed evil right arm.

"Hi, do they call you Gilgamesh..."

The broken arm, to be precise, the invisible creature holding the broken arm, on the bank of the river, made its first call to the lucky gold digger.

It was like a mockingbird chirping.

"Can I simply call you Jill? Because I'm not very good at saying such long names."