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Chapter 5: Hunted Hunters

At 6: 02 a.m.

The morning light began to splash on the ridge.

The white fog that covered the forest all night was slowly breaking down.

Light golden sunlight flowed through the gap between the branches.

It is a long beam of light against the fog that is floating like a pillar.

The dew drops on the fern leaves reflect the glittering light.

So beautiful that there is nothing dangerous in this world.

But the huntsman is not emotional, looking at beauty

He's running full power HR up the red zone.

Hot breath. In a 1-1 stroke.

The heart hit the ribs.

The leg muscles began to signal protest.

After wasting nearly fifteen minutes in the woods,

Once back onto the race track,

The first picture seen is

There is no shadow of Krishna.

Most of the runners have passed.

Only the last group is on the climb.

The huntsman swept his eyes.

Left

Right. Bottle.

Page

After the bottle

No.

Krishna is gone.

Like a rock that suddenly melts away from a mountain.

"Damn it..."

He muttered.

For the first time, anxiety appeared on the face.

His main mission.

Is the suspect

Not a wild expedition.

Even what is found is important.

But if you let the target out of sight,

Everything could be wasted.

The huntsman accelerated the pace.

Pass the runners one by one.

One by one.

The shoes hit the ground loudly.

Building!

Sweat begins to flow from the temples.

Through the chin.

Drops on the shirt.

Salt wax began to appear.

He took a grain of salt, followed by water.

The weather began to heat up quickly.

Like the forest is changing from night to day

Kilometer 15

Water service point on the ridge

Volunteers in yellow shirts are shouting cheers.

Long tables are lined with drinking water, bananas, watermelons and mineral salt.

The smell of ripe fruit floats in the air.

The huntsman slowed the pace.

Pick up the water, drink.

Then ask immediately

"No durian?"

"No."

"See a big guy, a blue tank top?"

A middle-aged female volunteer thought for a moment.

"Tall people, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ten minutes have passed."

The servant nodded.

Going to run on

But the next words stopped him.

"That's weird."

"What, sir?"

"He asked the way."

The servant turned back immediately.

"Ask the way?"

"Yes"

"Ask what?"

"Ask if there's a way down the old stream."

The heart of the huntsman is like being squeezed.

Old Creek.

It's a word that people rarely use.

Runners often ask about water spots.

Break point

Or distance.

Not an old stream.

"What did you say?"

"Well, say no on the race track."

The woman replied.

"He just smiled and continued running."

The huntsman immediately ran out of the water service point.

The brain is working hard.

How did Krishna know about the old stream?

Or he's looking for something.

Related to the map in the metal box.

Kilometer 18

The path begins down the hill.

The floor is full of slippery rocks.

Many runners are starting to be careful.

But the hunter hardly had to look at the floor

Living in the woods my whole life.

Make the body respond automatically.

He jumped over the roots.

Dodge the rocks.

One of the doomed mosquitoes is on the left arm.

It's flat there. It can't fly anywhere else in its life.

He jumped over a tree in the way.

Change the pace.

Like a wild animal familiar with the terrain.

Suddenly

He saw Krishna.

Less than a hundred meters ahead.

Dark blue tank top eye-catching in wild line

But something's wrong.

Krishna didn't run alone.

In front of him.

There's another man running.

The man is wearing a gray wide-brimmed hat.

Black Sunglasses

Dark Green Long Sleeve Top

No running number.

No contestant number.

No running backpack.

"What?"

He shouldn't be there.

The huntsman slowed the pace.

Hide behind the curves.

Both eyes fixed.

The mystery man turned and said something to Krishna.

Too remote to hear.

But the obvious thing is,

Krishna nodded.

Just once.

Then

The man handed me something.

Very small.

Size no bigger than a thumb.

Krishna took

A tight handful.

And then they both separated.

Like never known before

The servant felt cold.

This is no coincidence.

And not an ordinary greeting.

He rushed the pace after the mystery man.

But the man didn't keep running.

Step back off the track.

Quickly disappeared into the forest on the right.

It's like I already know the way.

The servant is disrupted.

Must choose

Between

Krishna

Puzzle Man

Two routes.

Two possibilities.

And he has a few seconds to decide.

At that moment

The GPS clock on the wrist is gently shaking.

Flush...

A central secret message appeared.

"There's new information."

"The suspect may not be the same 4."

"Be careful."

"Someone in the field is watching you."

The servant stopped.

The blood in the body is like cooling immediately.

Because that message confirmed what he had begun to suspect since he found the camera in the woods.

Now...

He's not the only hunting party.

There's someone

Is hunting him, too.

And maybe looking at him from somewhere on this mountain.

Among hundreds of runners.

There's no way of knowing that.

Who's the victim?

And who is the hunter

End of chapter 5. 🏃‍♂️🌲👁️

Trail, Chapter 5: The Hunted Hunter