The scorching sun was baking the forest, unknown insects were chirping in the heat, a few birds flew out from the treetops, shot into the sky, frolicked, perhaps unable to bear the high temperature, then turned back into the lush green forest, stopped on the branches, chittering and chattering, as if carefree. Suddenly, these birds stopped chirping, tilted their heads to look at the ground, becoming alert, but not finding anything, they resumed frolicking with their companions.
"Whew—" Suddenly, the sound of a sniper rifle rang out, startling this group of small birds who flapped and flew into the sky, chirping in confusion as they fled. The dense forest quickly returned to tranquility, even the restless insects stopped chirping, as if nothing had happened just now, but the silence was somewhat terrifying, an invisible murderous intent spread through the dense forest, growing increasingly oppressive.
