Shell Ant

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise.
"I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..."
Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw.
"Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

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Putting oneself in the shoes of the perpetrator can sometimes make it easier to find clues.


Bi Fang arrived at the base of the tree he had pointed out as a good spot for an ambush. Indeed, just as he had predicted, there were clear scratch marks on the trunk, arranged in segmental blocks.


"The scraped bark proves that someone has climbed it."


Many of Bi Fang's viewers, who had followed him in his "Wander Around," could perhaps be considered experienced and knowledgeable in their own right.


They knew that if it were a bear or another animal fond of scratching against trees to relieve itchiness, the marks they left would be below a certain height, and the scratches would be clearer. Sometimes the bark would be completely stripped off, revealing the white cambium layer underneath. If an animal took a particular liking to a tree, it might even scrape out the heartwood.


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