abc-du-gratuit Chapter 270 Large Carnivore Zone
Chapter 270 Large Carnivore Zone
Their eyes met!
What Lin Feng felt was not the ferocity of the predator, but a heavy, top-down scrutiny.
That gaze pierced through the glass, through the skin, almost scraping his bones, weighing the weight of his soul.
"Well……"
A muffled groan, barely suppressed and squeezed from deep within his throat, came from beside him.
It's Wasim.
His face was deathly pale, veins bulging on his forehead, and he staggered slightly backward as if struck by an invisible hammer.
Almost at the same instant, the dormant instincts within Lin Feng were fiercely ignited by this oppressive gaze.
It's not fear, it's something more primal and brutal.
The call of the wild!
His eyes suddenly widened, and it seemed as if the fierce winds and thunderstorms of the wilderness swept through the depths of his pupils.
An invisible yet substantial aura of life force emanated from him, spreading outwards with a thunderous roar.
It was a declaration, a declaration of existence that stood at the top of the food chain, crushing all living beings.
Inside the glass, the giant tiger's burning pupils suddenly contracted.
Its massive body trembled almost imperceptibly, and its composed, kingly demeanor froze for a moment.
Its proud head drooped slightly by an inch, as if bearing a sudden weight.
Then, it shrank back half a step, its thick feet making a slight rustling sound as they scraped against the sand.
The giant tiger turned its head away, letting out a low, almost indistinct growl from its throat. Then it turned and paced somewhat hastily toward the depths of the shadows of the artificial hill, as if trying to escape the air that had suddenly made it feel "uneasy".
Wasim took several deep breaths to barely suppress the pounding of his heart and the dizziness that shot straight to the top of his head.
"Damn..." he spat first, "This damn cat in the place... one glare from it almost scared the hell out of me... what kind of weird thing is this..."
He turned his head and looked at Lin Feng, who was still standing straight beside him, but whose eyes were sharper than before.
Wasim wasn't stupid; he naturally knew what Lin Feng had done.
"...Just now, thanks to you, Brother Lin Feng, otherwise... I would have really made a fool of myself!"
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The two continued forward and soon arrived at the crocodile pond.
The water surface was covered with a thick layer of grayish-green grease, and the air around the pool was filled with a strong, fishy stench that made one's stomach tighten.
At first, they thought there were a few pieces of dead wood floating on the water.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was the spine of a crocodile.
They remained motionless in the water, with only their nostrils slightly protruding above the surface, resembling sections of rotten tree stumps submerged in the water.
Just then, a muffled splashing sound suddenly came from the center of the pool.
A smaller crocodile swam out from somewhere, moving slowly, as if it were injured.
It had swum less than two meters when a much larger crocodile suddenly leaped out of the water.
"boom--"
Water splashed everywhere, turning the murky water a pale red.
The large crocodile had its jaws firmly clamped on its companion's neck, its sharp teeth easily tearing through scales and flesh.
It frantically shook its head, pushing its prey into the water, where blood quickly spread across the surface.
The surrounding crocodiles did not react.
They remained still in the water, their blood-red eyes only slightly moving, coldly watching the scene.
Several crocodiles even swam over slowly and surrounded the area, as if waiting to share the food.
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As they passed Wolf Valley, they saw seven or eight gray wolves sitting neatly on a high slope, facing the same direction—the direction of the Lion Zone—motionless, like statues.
The bear enclosure was separated by tall stone walls and deep moats. They saw a brown bear rhythmically and slowly patting the inner concrete wall with its huge paws, making a dull "thump...thump..." sound.
Another black bear was by a small pond, looking down at its reflection, its paws repeatedly slashing across the water's surface, shattering the image, then waiting for the water to calm down, repeating the cycle over and over.
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Finally, they followed a slightly elevated, curved walkway to the heart of the entire large carnivore enclosure—the lion enclosure.
The Lion Garden is the largest, simulating a relatively open savanna landscape with gentle slopes, rocks, a few umbrella-shaped acacia trees, and a small pond.
At this moment, the morning light is shining brightly over most of the exhibition area.
The pride of lions is there.
There were about seven or eight lions, scattering around a large male lion with an extremely thick mane.
Some of the lionesses lay on the rocks licking their fur, while others sipped water at the edge of the pool. Two half-grown cubs frolicked and played around their mother, slapping each other with their still weak paws.
At first glance, it presents a picture of a royal family on the grasslands, brimming with vitality and power.
But Lin Feng and Wasim quickly noticed something was wrong.
First, there was silence.
Apart from the occasional soft whimper from the cubs, the entire pride was almost completely silent.
There was no lazy purring, no defiant growling; even the act of licking its fur seemed slow and... heavy.
Secondly, there's the look in the eyes of the adult lions, especially the lionesses.
When they occasionally raised their heads to look at the emptiness outside the glass or at each other, Lin Feng saw an indescribable weariness and depression.
It didn't have the sharpness or languor of a wild animal; it was more like a trapped beast bearing an invisible burden.
One of the lionesses, lying in the shade of a rock, even curled up slightly, her front paws unconsciously scratching at the rock beneath her, making a soft "rustling" sound. Her posture subtly revealed a kind of suppressed pain.
The most eye-catching thing is the male lion.
It stood on a low slope, facing the morning light, its thick mane like a burning golden flame.
It should have been an incomparably majestic king, but at this moment, its huge head was slightly lowered, its eyes were half-open, and there seemed to be no spirit in the depths of its pupils, only a heavy indifference.
Its broad chest rose and fell slowly with its breath, as if it were fighting against something, carrying a sense of powerlessness that was almost a sigh.
For a moment, Lin Feng even felt that when the lion looked in their direction, a faint, pleading, or utterly exhausted light flashed deep in its indifferent pupils.
"They... seem very tired?" Wasim noticed something amiss, lowering his voice even further. "They don't seem sick, more like... they're being 'pressed down' by something?"
Lin Feng recalled the first rule of the large carnivore enclosure:
If you feel inexplicably uneasy, anxious, or hallucinating, please linger in this area for a while, focusing on observing the lions until you feel calm before leaving.
Could it be that the lions' seemingly "painful" state is actually a manifestation of them performing some kind of "purification" function?
Do they absorb and transform the "pollution" or "abnormalities" that permeate the park?
That's why they appear so tired, depressed, and even in pain!
This thought made Lin Feng's heart sink.
If that's the case, then the secrets of this zoo are far darker and heavier than they appear on the surface.
These beasts, considered kings, are actually consumables in this bizarre system.
He forced himself to look away, no longer delving into those unsettling details.
According to the rules, he did not feel particularly uneasy at the moment and did not need to linger.
"Let's go, let's report to the security booth first," Lin Feng said in a deep voice.
Wasim glanced one last time at the lion that seemed to be silently enduring immense pain, clicked his tongue, and followed Lin Feng...