Deep affection knows no origin; remember the polar bear's love for you.

Chapter 110

Guo Mi took a deep breath, making her steps as light as possible, her eyes fixed on the face of the unconscious man without taking them off for a moment, and slowly approached him.

Finally, the moment its claws touched the shotgun, it quickly ducked, bit the handle, and swiftly dragged the gun away from the man's reach.

Just in case, Guo Mi dragged her gun and walked more than 100 meters away.

The faint smell of gunpowder from the barrel filled my nostrils, silently proclaiming that the gun was loaded with live ammunition.

When Guo Mi was still human, she also came into contact with firearms while filming on the African savanna. They used many different kinds of firearms for self-defense.

She recognized that the gun was loaded with shotgun shells.

The drawback of this gun is its short range; its power is halved over longer distances.

However, once within range, the hit rate is extremely high and the damage is immense. Even a wild beast like a bear would be severely injured if it took a single shot.

Moreover, this wasn't an old-fashioned shotgun; she and Little Bear were completely within range just now, so the damage would only be higher, not lower.

Guo Mi still felt uneasy about dragging the gun away. This person had been lying there for so long, and there was no guarantee that his companions wouldn't come looking for him. If they found the gun, then all the effort she had put into dragging it so far would have been for nothing.

After thinking for a moment, she simply dug a hole and buried the gun.

The two bear cubs were seeing Guo Mi so cautious for the first time, and they became more respectful, firmly memorizing the "black pipe" and the human's appearance.

Guo Mi buried the gun deep in the ground, patted it hard with her claws, and then walked back towards the unconscious man.

She had to check the man for any other small arms or dangerous items.

Guo Mi sniffed the unconscious man from head to toe, and only after confirming that she could smell gunpowder on his index finger that was pulling the trigger did she relax her guard again and casually picked off the knife that was tied to the man's leg.

The main principle is to eliminate all risks.

Only now did she spare a little time to check what was wrong with the man who had been unconscious for so long.

After watching for a while, she felt that all her efforts had probably been in vain.

The man lay in the puddle, soaking wet, his face pale, his lips almost the same color as his face, and the rise and fall of his chest was pitifully small, clearly indicating that he was exhaling more than inhaling.

Guo Mi drew a final conclusion about this man:
A hapless fellow who won't live much longer.

Her gaze fell on the man's bare, bluish hands, one of which was clenched tightly, and upon closer inspection, it was clear that he was holding a thin silver chain, but the chain was broken and the contents of it were nowhere to be found.

His fingernails dug so deeply into his palm that Guo Mi couldn't see the nail bed and could only shift her gaze to his other hand.

This time she could see clearly that the nail bed was cyanotic. She raised her paw and pressed it against the man's hand; it was very cold.

This is a sign of excessive blood loss.

Guo Mi searched the man's body but couldn't find any wounds. She raised her paw and pushed him, turning his body over, and finally found the wound on his back.

It's a very deep wound; the lesion is small but the wound is deep, and it looks like it was stabbed by something.

Judging from the extent of the damage to the clothing and the shape of the wound, it doesn't look like a knife.

Guo Mi thought for a moment, and suddenly the image of a reindeer popped into her mind. Upon closer inspection, she felt that the shape of the wound matched the antlers.

This person is well-equipped and doesn't look like a novice. Could it be that he was suddenly attacked from behind by a stag while hunting?
Looking around, there was no other human in sight besides the unconscious person.

Guo Mi hesitated. How could she hunt alone in such a wild animal-infested place?

At this moment, she also had to marvel at the man's audacity.

But now, his audacity doesn't seem to be enough to get him home safely.

Just by looking at the man's ashen face, Guo Mi felt that he was just one breath away from death.

Although she felt regretful, she didn't intend to meddle in other people's business.

She was just a brown bear, and the most important thing for a bear is to be pragmatic and do the right thing at the right time. Saving a dying human is not something a brown bear should do.

So Guo Mi could only apologize to this poor guy, after all—

She is a cold-hearted woman!

No, now she's a cold-blooded brown bear!

Guo Mi shook her head and turned to walk out of the bushes.

The two bear cubs, having lost their courage test subject and having just been coaxed and frightened by Guo Mi, no longer approach the middle-aged man.

As soon as Guo Mi came out, she saw the two of them with their heads down, fiddling with something. When she got closer, she saw a flash of silver light in the water.

The bear paws dug around in the water, and with a splash, the hooks on its paws and the silver chain pulled something out of the water.

It is a pocket watch.

Guo Mi recognized the silver chain on the pocket watch that was missing half; it was the same chain that the middle-aged man had been tightly holding.

The little bear curiously fiddled with it, and its paw accidentally touched something, causing the pocket watch to open with a crisp "click".

The watch then lost its balance and slipped from the bear's paws.
"Splash—" It fell back into the water again.

Guo Mi took two steps forward and, together with the little bear, lowered her head to look at the pocket watch in the water.

The expanding ripples blurred the view, and one could vaguely see that the pocket watch not only had a dial, but also something inside the flip cover.

The salmon tentacles paddled around in the water a couple of times before hooking the pocket watch up.

The fishbone leaned closer and sniffed:

"It has no taste."

The salmon suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" The fishbone, thinking she had discovered something, asked repeatedly:
"What happened?"

The salmon raised its tiny claws, and the pocket watch, hanging from a silver chain, spun slowly. She watched it for a while before saying:

Is this a human baby?

Guo Mi paused for a moment, then sat down and stretched out her paw. The salmon cooperated by releasing its bent claws, and the pocket watch that was hooked on the claws fell onto Guo Mi's broad bear paw.

She tried her best to turn her paws upwards to prevent the pocket watch from slipping, and it took her quite a bit of effort to bring the pocket watch to her eyes.

Actually, there wasn't much of anything, just a photograph, which seemed to have been laminated, which is why the image inside wasn't destroyed by the flood.

It was common to put miniature photos in pocket watches or pendants. This photo was stuck inside the pocket watch's flip cover, and the plastic seal was no longer tightly attached to the photo, probably because it had been touched by hands frequently.

The only surprising thing is that the watch looks like it has been stopped for a long time, so the only significance of having it on someone's person seems to be the photograph.

The photo shows a little boy, probably seven or eight years old, holding a Winnie the Pooh plush toy and smiling happily. In the lower right corner is a small line of handwritten English letters.

"Daniel"

Daniel, that should be his name.

The child and the middle-aged man lying in the grass have very similar features, so it's not hard to guess that they are father and son.

Guo Mi looked at the photo again and again, her gaze lingering on the child's face, and murmured to herself:
"Still so young..."

Her paws trembled slightly as she held them out for a long time. The watch case was very smooth, and it fell back into the water along the fur on Guo Mi's paws.

With a "plop," a high splash of water erupted.

Guo Mi lowered her head, watching her pocket watch gradually sink to the bottom. One minute, two minutes...

She suddenly turned her head and looked at the bushes behind her.