He quickly cut a complete garment into two long strips of fabric.
The old hunter crouched down again, moving extremely quietly.
He deliberately avoided Bella's gaze and approached her by following her back.
He stuffed two pieces of cloth, still carrying Su Wei's scent, under the bellies of the pure black male dog and the spotted female dog.
"Canines are born with extremely poor vision, but their olfactory cells are dozens of times more numerous than those of humans."
Black casually placed the scissors on the wooden table, making a soft click.
"Their vomeronasal organs are at their most sensitive stage, greedily capturing every chemical signal in their surroundings."
The old hunter looked up and glanced at Su Wei.
"From this moment on, your body odor will form the deepest neural bond with your mother's milk and the temperature of your territory."
"Forty days later, when they open their eyes for the first time enveloped in your scent, they will instinctively regard you as the leader of their tribe."
This is the most primitive and effective scent anchoring method used by old-school hunters.
It can bypass the lengthy obedience training and engrave the underlying logic of recognizing its master into the hound's genes like a steel stamp.
Su Wei understood the value in it. He put his windbreaker back on and zipped it up to his chin.
My gaze fell on the hay mat again.
The two puppies shifted restlessly a few times after being placed in the fabric that smelled of Su Wei.
But soon, their little noses twitched, and after getting used to the smell, they lay down obediently again, even making soft whimpering sounds.
"Name."
Black exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke up to remind him.
With a title, they are no longer just goods, but comrades who have formally signed a contract.
Su Wei lowered his gaze and looked at the pure black male dog.
It rested its chin on the edge of the black rag, its breathing steady.
A born wilderness assassin.
Kyle.
The pronunciation is short and forceful. Words with plosive sounds have extremely high penetrating power amidst wind, snow, and gunfire.
My gaze shifted sideways. The spotted mother dog was still searching among her siblings for a spot where milk could flow more abundantly.
Its movements are light and agile, always able to skillfully deflect pushes and shoves, revealing a cunning nature.
Freya.
One black, one spotted; one offensive, one defensive. These were the first pair of wild fangs belonging to the Su Wei.
Black didn't comment on the name. He went back to the fireplace, picked up a pine log, and threw it into the fire.
Flames erupted, engulfing the firewood.
The leaping firelight illuminated the walls covered with animal skulls and reflected the old hunter's rock-like face.
"The door is over there. Come back after you've weaned."
The order to leave was very direct.
Su Wei was used to this kind of communication. He turned and walked towards the door without stopping.
He grasped the cold brass doorknob and pushed the door open.
A cold wind, carrying snowflakes, instantly filled my collar.
The solid wood door slammed shut behind us, shutting out the stuffy heat and the stench of blood from inside.
He trudged through the ankle-deep snow toward the Raptor pickup truck parked in the yard.
Military boots left deep marks on the snow.
Su Wei opened the car door and sat down in the seat.
He moved the Browning rifle to the co-pilot's seat, ensuring it was in a ready-to-fire position, and then pressed the start button.
The roar of the engine tore through the wind and snow. The dashboard screen lit up, emitting a cold, hard, eerie blue light.
Depress the brake with your right foot, grip the gear lever with your right hand, and shift into reverse (R).
The reversing camera image was displayed on the central control screen, but the wind and snow interfered with the clarity, and the screen was full of noise.
Su Wei didn't rely on technology; he simply turned his head and used his night vision to look behind him.
After confirming there are no obstacles, release the brake and gently tap the accelerator.
The Raptor's massive black body steadily reversed. Its wide off-road tires crushed the surface ice and snow.
With the steering wheel fully turned, the car made a precise turn in the narrow open space.
Shifting the gear lever into D mode, two blinding LED beams ripped through the thick darkness ahead.
The vehicle drove out of Black's yard and back onto the dirt road it had come from.
The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of tires crunching over the frozen ground.
Warm air blew from the heater vents. Su Wei's stiff fingers, gripping the steering wheel, gradually regained their dexterity.
Kyle and Freya's joining is already on the agenda.
But before that, a great mountain stood in the way.
The interior Ecological Landscaping project of the exhibition hall was a hurdle that had to be overcome within five days.
Commercial landscaping made of plastic artificial grass and resin rocks could not pass Su Wei's psychological test.
He wanted more than just a simple demonstration; he wanted an immersive experience.
This includes the special effects that can be achieved after the modules are processed in-house.
The exhibition hall must be constructed from the most authentic polar ecological materials, and must retain the original coldness and wildness of Kodiak Island.
The Raptor pickup truck smoothly crossed the bridge in the middle section of the Pilan Creek.
The ice under the bridge appeared a dark blue-green under the car headlights.
Forty minutes later, the vehicle entered private property.
The massive wooden frame of the exhibition hall stands proudly in the night and snow.
Matt's construction team has left, and the heavy machinery, covered with tarpaulins, is parked in the open space.
Su Wei parked the car next to the steps of the wooden house, opened the car door, and grabbed the rifle from the passenger seat.
He strode up the steps and pushed open the door.
The room still retained some warmth. The embers in the fireplace emitted a dim, reddish glow.
A white blur darted up from the wool mat. Cotton Candy let out a soft moan and ran to Su Wei's feet.
Its fluffy tail affectionately swept across the wet hem of its rain jacket.
Su Wei's expression softened slightly.
He bent down and, with his cold hand, gently rubbed the soft fur behind the little fox's ear.
Cotton Candy squinted comfortably.
Without pausing, he put the rifle back on the rack and locked it with a click.
Then he took off his windbreaker, hung it up, turned around and went to the kitchen, where he filled a large glass with water and drank it all in one gulp.
My parched throat was moistened, and my fatigue was dispelled.
He walked straight to the work area, pulled out a wooden chair, and resolutely sat down.
He opened his laptop, the soft blue backlight illuminating his focused face.
On the screen is the previously open ecological data page.
There are no plans to rest. To achieve that system Blessing effect that can drain the wallets of the wealthy, all the theoretical foundations must be mastered tonight.
Su Wei refocused his gaze on the professional text on the screen.
"Practical Manual for Constructing Large-Scale Miniature Water and Land Landscapes"
Having recorded the substrate layer laying parameters, the next step is to discuss the fluid dynamics system that maintains the ecosystem's operation.
The manual states that in a closed aquatic-terrestrial ecosystem, water quality depends on the balance between physical and biological filtration.
A forced circulation water flow network must be established.
According to the plan, the river ecological area of the exhibition hall, with a total length of twelve meters, will run through the central axis of the entire exhibition hall.
To power such an artificial water system, the thrust of a regular household submersible pump is insufficient.
The specific parameters raced through Su Wei's mind and were then listed on paper.
Flow rate (L/H) = Total water volume × Circulation rate (6-8 times/hour).
Based on a water volume of 5000 liters for the miniature river.