C16 Mad sheep

Listening to A-Cong, I was a little nervous. Could it be that something happened to the sheep again?

I ran up to him and asked, "What's the matter? Which sheep is strange? "

"That one, smaller." A-Cong pointed at one of the sheep.

At this moment, the sheep were gathering and grazing on their own. Only the one pointed out by Cong was looking around, and it was a full circle smaller than the rest of the sheep.

"Is there something wrong with this sheep?" said A-Cong. You're so small, yet you're still not eating grass? "

I thought it was possible, but what if it wasn't hungry? We stared at the sheep to see what was going on.

He stared at it for half an hour while the other sheep were almost full. Only this one was still looking around, and the grass on the ground had not eaten a single bite.

Weird, weird. Grass doesn't suit your appetite? Want to improve your food?

"Ah Cong, let's hold it and see what happens." As I spoke, I walked over to the skinny sheep, which was followed closely by A-Cong. I rushed up to the animal and held its butt while it fell, while Aong held its head. We both pushed to the side, and the skinny sheep immediately fell to the ground.

The skinny sheep that we pushed down had quite a bit of strength. Its four legs kicked wildly on the ground as it struggled with all its might to stand up again. But it was facing two strong and strong young men, how could he let you go against the will of the heavens?

I examined the thin sheep's hair to see if there were any parasites or ticks lying on its back, sucking blood, because if the insect was lying on an animal, it would cause animal irritation, lack of food, and aggression.

Just as I was searching carefully, I suddenly heard a "Aiyo" sound from A-Cong. I turned my head and saw that his arm was dripping blood.

"What's going on? Why are you bleeding? " I hurried over to check on his arm. The wound wasn't too deep, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Cong grimaced in pain, pointing at the skinny sheep on the ground, "Damn, this damn sheep just bit me."

"What?" Bite you? " I thought I'd misheard, so I asked again.

"Look at the wound on my arm. It's the one he just bit." A-Cong complained.

It was the first time he heard that a sheep could bite, but even if it bit into the skin, it would only leave a row of bite marks, because a sheep doesn't have particularly prominent fangs.

I put one hand on the sheep's head and the other on its mouth, which scared me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat and saw that the goat had two fangs growing out of its mouth, which was about an inch long.

Seeing this scene, A-Cong and I were stunned. We were stunned on the spot, unsure of what to do. Right at that moment, the skinny sheep's body suddenly bounced up, broke away from us, and ran towards the distance.

Back in the cabin, I used disinfectant to disinfect the wounds on A-Cong, and when I looked closely, the wounds on his arms resembled those on the necks of the two dead sheep.

Could it be that it was the one who killed the two sheep? I've only seen wolves eat sheep, but I've really never seen sheep eat sheep. This is too strange, but the similarity of the wound alone is not completely certain, and now I've thought of a way to test it, which is to lock this strange sheep up by itself. If ten days or half a month pass and the flock no longer gets bitten to death, then it would most likely be the murderer.

I found a sheepfold closer to the cabin and locked it in alone so that we could hear the noise and get there quickly.

That evening, the wind was blowing strongly, lifting up a corner of the shed on top of one of the sheds. The cold wind was blowing through the thick cotton-padded jacket and into the collar of the shed. A-Cong and I stamped our feet in the cold.

When the room began to warm up, Cong and I got into bed.

The wind outside was still howling, and the sheep were probably huddled together to keep warm. I, on the other hand, was under the warm blanket. It was simply too wonderful. Without realizing it, I fell asleep.

I had a very painful dream. In the dream, a river appeared in front of me, and the river was covered with a thick layer of ice. Many people were playing on the ice, and I couldn't help but run over to them when I saw how happy they were.

It was so cold, so cold! I struggled desperately in the icy river, crying out for help, but the people who were playing on the ice didn't seem to hear me. They just continued to play on their own.

"Ah …" With the sound of the sneeze, I woke up from my dream and curled up into a ball.

Why is it so cold? It was cold to breathe the air into your nose.

When I looked at the ground again, the fire in the basin had already died down. No wonder it was so cold. I pushed A-Cong, who was beside me, and said, "A-Cong, wake up! Wake up!"

Cong rolled over and curled up into a ball. "Why did you wake me up in the middle of the night?"

"The fire in the basin has been extinguished. It's unusually cold today. I can't stand it any longer. Get up and go to the room to get some firewood." "No," I said.

"I'm not going. If you want to go, go by yourself." A-Cong said as he went back to sleep.

Hey? How dare you speak to me, your brother, like that, I'll teach you a lesson. I reached out a leg and kicked him off the bed, along with the quilt.

"Why would I have an unlucky brother like you?" A-Cong complained as he got up. He wrapped himself in a blanket and walked to a small room nearby.

He searched around for a while before saying, "Bro, there's no firewood in this room."

I thought for a moment and pointed to the door. "There's firewood in the sheepfold in the corner outside. You can go and get it."

A-Cong opened the door of the cabin. As soon as the door opened, a bone-chilling wind blew in, causing me to quickly cover my head with a blanket.

It was only two minutes from the cabin to the sheepfold filled with firewood. Even if he was walking slowly with the firewood, he would have to return in five minutes. However, it had already been six or seven minutes and he still hadn't returned.

I was feeling a little anxious. I must have found the wrong sheepfold and wasted my time. I shouldn't have fallen asleep outside, right? I climbed out of bed and hastily put on my clothes. Just as I was about to go out and see why A-Cong was so slow, I heard A-Cong yell from outside the room, "Brother, come out quickly! Something's happened!"

My heart leaped into my throat. I grabbed the wooden stick that was normally used to hold me against the door and dashed out.

It was the second half of the night, and although there were a few small bulbs in the pasture, they were useless in the dark.

"Ah Cong?" What happened? " I shouted anxiously as I tightened my grip on the wooden stick in my hand.

After shouting, I didn't hear a reply from Ah Cong. I started to search through the sheepfold one by one. After searching the closest row to the wooden house, I still couldn't find Ah Cong.

"Brother, come quickly." Goo Cong's voice rang out again, and this time I heard it clearly. I quickly followed the voice and stopped as I passed the sheepfold holding the skinny sheep.

He looked into the sheepfold and saw that the iron door was open. Skinny Sheep had already disappeared, and the iron door was fixed in the lock with a thin bamboo stick. When he looked at the ground, he saw that the thin bamboo stick had been broken into two pieces.

"Bro, hurry up, I can't hold on any longer." A-Cong shouted again, this time at the top of his lungs.

I didn't have time to think about that. Carrying the wooden stick in my hand, I ran towards the sheepfold in the furthest corner. The strong wind was still blowing like needles on my face.

Before they reached the sheepfold in the far corner, they heard the restless growls of sheep and the lowing of cattle in the pen beside them, as if the end of the world was approaching.

"Ah Cong, don't be afraid, I'm coming." I shouted loudly. Although I still didn't know what had happened, the uneasiness in my heart rose involuntarily.

Half a minute later, I finally ran to the sheepfold in the corner, stopped, and panted heavily. In the dim light, I saw that the skinny sheep seemed to have gone crazy, biting the hind leg of the other sheep with his mouth wide open. His eyes were completely red, while Cong was dragging the mad sheep with all his might.