Trail, Chapter 2: Four Shadows on the Mountain Path

Chapter 2: Four Shadows on the Mountain Path

The sun at the line shone through the top of the rubber down into a ship.

The weather is hot, humid, about thirty degrees.

But under the shade, the wood is several degrees cooler than outside.

The smell of wet soil from last night's rain was still floating in the air.

Mixed with the smell of decayed leaves, the smell of fresh rubber, and the light smoke from the backyard kitchen.

The flying mosquito is random, biting, not choosing, rich until

The house of the huntsman is an old wooden house. Raise the floor high.

The color of the wood is pale until it is almost gray.

Small cracks run along the walls like veins on an old man's hand.

The basement has a rope tied to a sleeping crib.

Three pairs of muddy boots.

Two orphans. It was sharpened.

Aluminum flask on the corner

And a dark green hiking backpack that looks heavily used.

On an old wooden table. A trace placed a glass of water.

The black file is still placed in the original place.

The servant has been staring at it for ten minutes.

Without opening again.

A man in his late thirties, sheer in stature.

Dark skin from the sun

The arms are full of old scratches from thorns and branches.

Sharp eyes like people used to looking far away

A thin beard up around the chin.

Short black hair, fashion-ignorant cut

He's wearing a dull gray T-shirt.

Black Umbrella Fabric Shorts

Old pair of rubber slippers

If walking in the market

No one would have thought this man was going to get a national mission.

The servant sighed.

Before opening the file again

Home page

"Suspect number 1."

Color photos appear.

A big man.

About forty years old.

Wide shoulders like a rugby player

Abnormal big thighs.

The smile looks friendly.

But the eyes are cold.

Name

Krishna Wat Chai

Former Army Rangers

Multi-field trail running champion

Ultra range of 100 kilometers

The servant stared at the picture.

He likes to look at people's eyes.

More than look at the face

Krishna's eyes are too still.

Like someone who keeps secrets well.

He kept turning the page.

Suspect number 2.

Women

About thirty-five years old.

Tan skin

Long hair gathering ponytails

Sleek body

Clear leg muscles

In the picture, she is standing on a ridge.

The wind blew the flick orange running shirt.

Eyes look like people are thinking all the time.

Name

Rinlada Si genus

Geologist.

Topographic Map Specialist

The servant stopped looking longer than the first one.

Geologist...

Map expert...

Too coincidental?

He thought

Duty three.

Suspect number 3.

A man in his late twenties.

Handsome, clean face

White skin

Beautiful arranged teeth

It's a running line fluencer.

There are hundreds of thousands of followers.

In the picture, he is lifting the camera to shoot himself.

Smile so wide that it looks sincere.

But the huntsman doesn't believe the simple smile

Because in the woods,

The most dangerous tiger.

Often walk as quietly as possible

Last page

Suspect number 4.

The servant is quiet.

The man pictured is about forty-five.

Simple face

Dark skin

No jewelry.

No luxury watches.

There are no sports cars in the picture.

Only a pale green running shirt.

Old trail

And a thin smile.

Name

Science. Prosperity.

Trail running teacher

Forest Conservation Volunteers

Helped find the missing in the forest many times.

The history is clean until it is like white paper.

The servant closed the file.

The sound of the wind blowing the top of the rubber is loud...

Su...

Su...

Some feelings form in the mind.

These four people

Like four animals.

The first one is strong.

The second is smart.

The third is good at hiding.

The fourth looks harmless.

And the experience in the woods always taught him that.

An animal that looks harmless.

Sometimes the most dangerous.

That afternoon.

A centrally white van came to park in front of the house again.

This time there's a full crate of equipment in the trunk.

When it opens,

The huntsman is still

New Pair Of Trail Running Shoes

Deep, sharp treads

Black cut red

There is still a faint smell of new rubber.

Running backpack

GPS Watch

Headband light

Quick Dry Running Shirt

Carbon trail stick

Even the energy gel has

The officer sent the paper.

"All drawn from government statements."

The servant picked up the gel envelope.

Read the price.

And almost choked on water

"This one envelope is over a hundred baht?"

"Yes."

"Can you eat and fly?"

The officer laughed.

But the huntsman doesn't laugh

Can only think

No beer. Stick to the stick.

Come to leave him

Come to him twice already.

He's still looking at the price.

With the eyes of people who used to buy two meals of curry rice from the same amount of money

That evening,

The sun is sinking behind the mountain line.

The sky changed from blue to gold.

Before gradually becoming dark orange.

The servant hunter stood in front of the house.

Wear a new pair of trail shoes.

Bent to look at the tightly tied shoe rope

The lock does not allow the toe to crash.

Shoe head

Take a deep breath.

Wild smell

Scent of soil

The smell of rain.

Everything is familiar.

But what's going to be done

Not familiar at all.

Thought and didn't want to practice at all

This is not a boar trail.

He wants to sit down.

Not finding people lost in the forest

Cold beer. He thought about it.

And not hunting.

He's going to hunt humans.

A human who could be a thief.

Or maybe just innocent.

Far away.

The black mountains began to swallow the last light of the day.

Like waiting for him

And a few more days.

The first racetrack will begin.

The field no one knows.

Among hundreds of runners.

There's one detective in disguise.

And there may also be one thief...

End of chapter 2. 🌄🏃‍♂️🌿🔍

P.S. Sorry here, 🙏 if the character's name matches your name. 🙏