Who can tell me the novel written by a foreign writer, which seems to be called Tears of the Orangutan, who wrote it and the correct novel name?

Graber, a wildlife biologist, slumped in the lounge chair and the moonlight was shining on his bald head. he

His eyes looked at the dark jungle, but his ears collected the movement around him. This road is like a belt, extending directly into the bushes.

In the forest, the edge of the forest is a lush grassland. Insert a row of fences along the path to show the scope of human territory.

What can I do for you? I asked.

"Nothing." The scribe answered softly. The wildlife biologist frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Line. Although his people are still on the couch, his muscles are very tense. His whole body showed signs of nervousness.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the sofa. The recliner shook because of his reaction. A black line crossed the white line.

Color path. He jumps like an agile civet.

"It's a damn red snake." He grabbed the head of the black line and the mite walked to the door. "This is already it."

It escaped for the second time. "

After a while, he came back, "crunching" stuck on the couch again.

I asked curiously.

"Did you find the red snake before it crossed the path?"

"Of course not." The biologist replied, "I just feel something is wrong." It's actually quite simple. When the red snake runs away

When I left, there was a moment of silence. Many voices that should not be silent are silent at the same time. Now, please, son

Listen carefully. "

There was a strange buzz in the animal room. The rhythm of the sound is mysterious, as if the whole surrounding jungle were listening.

This is the sound of animals preserved by biologists. Gibbon yawning, civet cat snoring?

"They are much better now." The biologist said to himself, "They were all quiet just now."

"But how did they know that the red snake had escaped just now?" I asked. "Red snake didn't make a sound, zhou.

It's too dark. "

The biologist laughed. I know my problem must be naive in his eyes, because he is an adult to a child.

Smile.

"How do you know?" He repeated, "My friend, gibbons can feel it instinctively in their own blood flow."

To this point. It calls softly, letting the news spread bit by bit in the cage. Darkness has no resistance to creatures used to walking at night.

Obstruct Every skin on their body is an eye, and every pore and cell is sending them information from the outside world. they

Must have this ability. I felt the change in their voices and realized that something must have happened. I am tasting the taste of my youth.

A football match, but I woke up soon. The black monkey is the cleverest, and its call changes most subtly. The red snake may climb to the post.

If I don't listen to their movements, it's hard to tell where the snakes are. "

I can't help but admire the biologist, but the question in my heart is not fade away. I looked back at a row.

The animal house is always uncomfortable. In the surrounding jungle, the wind shook the branches and leaves, all kinds of plants swayed and all kinds of wild animals howled.

Crying, screaming of reptiles, chirping of insects, far and near, one after another. I can't help shivering for it. Although I'm afraid of plexus

Danger in the forest, but I know this is a free world.

"But isn't it cruel to do so?" I asked tentatively.

The biologist smiled. I waited for his answer without saying a word. The plants in the jungle vacillate.

"This is not cruel." He answered slowly, "You see, in the jungle, all animals have to hunt each other." His hand

Pointing to the dark jungle, "the living conditions there are very dangerous. The animals I keep here are safe and have plenty of food.

Feet. Didn't you hear how scared those animals were when the red snake escaped from the cage? The black monkey just gave birth to a little monkey.

Monkeys, so she is most afraid. Those old and sick creatures can hardly survive in the jungle. I've been here for five years—

Just like 50 years. Last time I saw a gray tail caught five years ago in the zoo of Aibo.

Monkey, it only has one ear. If it continues to live in the jungle, can it live for five years? I don't know. "

The sound of the animal room kept coming, as if the whole jungle were listening.

"No. If animals are treated correctly, capturing itself is not a bad thing. " The biologist went on to say, "You said they were.

What's not handled well? "

I have nothing to say. I can't find any evidence to support my words. Scripps animals have plenty of food. They are raw.

Life is safe, the little black monkey will not be attacked by the red snake.

The biologist smoked hard and said nothing. We were silent for a few minutes, and his eyes stared at the jungle as if he had fallen in.

memory

"Zoologists treat their animals much better than human society treats humans." He said softly, "Fuck!"

Animal people are always friendly to animals. I've never met anyone who is bad to animals. "

He stopped suddenly, coughed hard twice, and his throat was crawling up and down. Memories of fear in his memory made him uncomfortable.

"I was wrong." He quickly corrected, "I know a person who is not good for animals. The night is not deep, but it is still early. such as

If you are interested, I can tell you a story. That was many years ago. The first time I came to the Amazon, I was with me.

And the suburbs. The man I'm talking about is called Morrison-Pierre Leson-he's just a so-called biologist. I am.

Said his mind was not at work at all. Not at all. He is always thinking about how to make money. Such a person does not deserve to be called a student.

Biologists'. Wild animals need people to put their hearts, souls and thoughts into them. So I said he was a so-called biologist. complain

And dissatisfaction filled his mind, which should not appear at work. Not at all, my friend.

"One day, I went down the river to the camp of Leyson. He showed me a newspaper in Paris. He smiled happily, very

Excited, only people who are full of greed will laugh so excited.

"'What do you think of this thing? "He asked me.

"I read the newspaper and saw the photos above. The picture shows an orangutan, taking a person's name, just like you and me.

Same name and surname. He sat in a chair, smoking a cigar, holding a quill in his right hand and pretending to write on paper.

What does it say? I feel very disgusted. I don't like making money from animals in this way at all. I returned the newspaper to him without saying a word.

Didn't say.

"What do you think?" He snapped his fingers. "What do you think?" "Not so good," I said. "I am not interested in it.

Interest. You are a stubborn old man, "he shouted. The monkey can earn 200 pounds a week in the Royal Theatre, which is simply a shake to its owner. "

Cash cow

"It's none of my business," I said. I'm not interested at all. "Oh, dear!" He sneered. Don't you want to be here?

Stay in an uninhabited jungle? Until I die here to feed wild dogs and crocodiles? I don't want this.

I have my dream, scribe. I knew what he was going to say, but I didn't interrupt him at that time. I have my reasons.

Yes, he continued, I don't want to cook crocodile food. I want to die in Paris. I want to die in the arms of a beautiful woman before I die.

Enjoy your life.

Why can't I enjoy so many women and wine? "But what's the use for you?" I pointed to the newspaper.

Ask him about the photo.

"What's the use?" He screamed, "What's the use? You are such a fool. I, Pierre Leson, will also take part in the training.

Such an orangutan. "It's no good training an animal into an adult animal," I said. If I were you, I would never do such a thing.

"When I said this, Larson laughed my head off as if he had heard a big joke. He fell on the bed and smiled.

Clock. He is Pierre Li Sen, and he is a clever man. People like him should not leave the city, nor should they study biology.

study The jungle is not for them. People in the jungle should write research reports. Larson never writes reports.

He has been busy imagining things. "

Graber stopped and leaned forward on the couch, as if listening to something again. There are all kinds of animals in the animal room.

Voice, I can hear a slight change, but I can't tell where it is.

Graber stood up gently and walked into the darkness.

A few minutes later, he came back. Take off your rubber gloves and sit in the chair.

"The little black monkey is ill," he explained. "If it is in the jungle, it will die this time, and it will live with me.

Yes I just gave it a shot of penicillin. Let's go back to our story and talk about this extremely clever

Pierre Li Sen, he wants to live in Paris. He put the picture of the orangutan in his pocket and looked at it every day.

All he thinks about all the time is this "'200 pounds a week!'" "He shouted at me,' Think about it, stubborn Germans, this is

Five thousand francs, four thousand marks! Why don't we train one? "'I won't do it,' I said. I only like orangutans.

The way it came. I think it's good. If the gorilla is so smart, he can smoke my cigar and write with my pen.

Letter. But I never like forcing it to do things that God didn't give it talent. "My words made lyson very angry, and he even

A little flustered. Three days later, a local aborigine caught a baby orangutan who was just nursing, and Larsen did not hesitate.

I bought it.

"I just want to find such a big orangutan," he told me and the suburbs. "I want to train it as soon as possible. Oh, you

Two idiots, wait and see, all the modern girls in Paris are waiting to see my performance. Five thousand francs a week! Pierre Reisen religion

Grant shows up with his trained orangutan, and wait and see. What's wrong with that? "I haven't talked to the suburbs,

We know that orangutans are not so easy to train. Nature has already arranged everything, from ants to dinosaurs, and every living thing.

Have your own place.

"Reisen is not a man with kid gloves. My friend, I can assure you that he is not a weak man. On the contrary, he is a hothead.

Sex, strong and cruel people. He is restless and restless, and there is nothing exciting in the jungle. Maybe

Some city people think that the jungle must be exciting and romantic, but the fact is quite the opposite. The jungle is a quiet place to think about life.

What's the problem? Can you understand? It is impossible for a Frenchman, Leson, to sit quietly. He only bought orangutans for two days and then began to release them.

I imagine myself as a millionaire. He is already imagining apartments, carriages, casino chips and ballet girls in Paris.

Smiling. Some people are like this, they can't control their imagination, and the imagination of increasing horsepower usually leads to sin. wasteland

Sen's sleep quality is also worse. He always has a square bottle in his pocket. He often helps his orangutans and himself.

To the wonderful time in Paris. He drank a little too much.

"That orangutan is very smart and learns quickly. Every time Falberg and I go to Lyson's camp, He always makes himself hairy.

The students showed it to us. Falberg doesn't like it, and neither do I. We told Larson what we thought,

He always laughs at us loudly.

"You two fools!" He cried, "you two monkey brains! You wait and see! Professor Pierre Li Sen and him

Trained orangutans can earn 5000 francs a week!

Five thousand francs! Think about it! I will hug the waist of Paris supermodel and think of you two idiots who suffer in Amazon. '

"He thought of that kind of crazy luxury life. He lost his mind. He saw himself and orangutans collecting money all over Europe. He thought

Crazy. I think that orangutan is starting to think he's crazy, too. He would sit next to Larson, with his chin cupped, wondering why his master was so.

Excited.

This animal doesn't know Lyson's Paris dream. How would he know? How could it know that Larson had made a stand for himself in his mind?

I found a ladder and climbed it bit by bit to kiss the fairy's heel. It's just an animal. It doesn't know that people spend it every week.

Four thousand marks. Look at it pretending to smoke cigars. Oh, just thinking about it makes me sick.

"Then one day, the orangutan went wild. One thing is that it refuses to study. I think Nathan must have been drunk again that day.

Yes, he must be drunk. Wild orangutans and drunken Li Sen, what can be good? Pierre Li Sen later told me that orangutans.

Wipe cigars, break props, and leave the field. So, he also began to fight wild. He seems to see villas, carriages and women's.

The waist flew away. He drank the wine in one gulp, emptied the square bottle and did a crazy thing. "

The dark jungle quieted down and seemed to be listening to Graber's story. It's cool at night. The story of a biologist

Like the devil's finger, it touches the heartstrings of every living thing.

"He must be crazy." The biologist continued, "Crazy and drunk. The Amazon river flows right along the gate of Larson camp.

There are many dirty, ugly and ferocious crocodiles who sleep in the mud by the river all day. I hate crocodiles. They make me sick. That method

This foreigner is crazy. He thinks orangutans need a good lesson. "

"Then what?" I asked. After listening to the story all night, the screams of captive animals were almost inaudible.

"Then what?" The biologist repeated, "Pierre Leson wants orangutans to know the price of disobedience. he

Tie the orangutan to a tree trunk by the river-yes, it's next to the mud pond. Then, Pierre himself sat on the platform and took Lai.

Fu leaned the gun on his lap.

"The orangutan is crying and Larson is laughing. He told me later. The orangutan wailed over and over again, and then began to cry in fear.

Scream. A piece of mud began to move, scaring the huge orangutan. Have you ever seen crocodile eyes? Cold eyes.

Those are the eyes of fierce sharks. No other creature has such cold eyes. No, I was wrong, and so was the shark.

Shark's eyes are the eyes of fierce fighting. Crocodiles don't fight, but they won't attack until they are sure to win. It's a devil.

Pierre Lyson's orangutan tied to a tree caught the attention of the devil in the mud. The stupid cries of orangutans just let crocodiles see themselves.

I'm in trouble.

The crocodile stared at the orangutan for an hour, two hours and three hours. It thought it might be a trap and postponed the attack.

Nathan's watching, too. He wants to turn orangutans into smart people who can make a lot of money in Paris.

The crocodile shook the mud off its head so that it could see its surroundings more clearly. The orangutan screamed and begged Nathan to save himself. its

Screaming must be sad. It's begging, if Larson comes to save himself at once, it will do as Larson says.

Things. But Larson just sat there smiling and motionless. The crocodile emerged from the mud and stared at the trembling orangutan.

Laisen later gave me a vivid description of the situation. The crocodile climbed to the shore with a few lines of tears in his eyes.

Tears also flowed out of his eyes. Tears of cruelty and tears of fear.

The crocodile's cold, dead eyes completely destroyed the orangutan's nerves, and the orangutan collapsed in the noose and made a unique cry.

Ask Pierre for help, his voice is broken with despair. Crocodiles are more confident, this cunning and cruel guy,

It thinks that it has won four aces in this game with orangutans and will definitely win. It decided to attack.

Although the crocodile's body is heavy, the real sprint speed is amazing. It charged at the orangutan at full speed. Pierre Li Sen

Waiting for this moment, he used a rifle and the bullet entered the crocodile's right eye. The crocodile turned over and gave a miserable cry.

Quickly drill back into the mud.

Look at this Pierre Li Sen. He's just crazy. The next day, when the suburbs and I went to his camp again, he asked

We showed off and laughed our heads off. The gorilla is pitifully trying to please him, and I'm afraid he will direct it again.

Horror drama. God, that beast is really scared. I bet it will see the crocodile's eyes shining with death in its dream. every time

As soon as Larson saw it, it trembled and cried like a baby. It's normal to be stared at by crocodiles for three hours.

People also have nervous breakdowns.

"'Look,' cried Larson,' it will never run away again! I tamed it!

Let's go He shouted to the orangutan, "Go and get my bottle!" Did the gorilla go? Of course I did. behave oneself well

This task is a matter of life and death, and I dare not neglect it at all. Leson smiled, and the laughter seemed to spread to Paris. He said crocodiles

Our eyes are the best things in the world.

"I'll take it to Singapore first next week," Leson said, then perform along the way and finally go to Paris. Five thousand francs a week! you

The children will read about me in the newspaper. Look at Professor Pierre Lyson and his domesticated orangutans! Greg stopped and played it down.

Breathe a sigh of relief. A gust of wind blew and huge leaves crackled. A gust of wind suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the surrounding area was quiet again.

"Come on," I shouted excitedly, "tell me, what happened?"

"Four days later," the scribes said quietly, "I went downstream again and came outside Larsen's camp. I yelled at him.

Name, but no one answered. I think he must have gone into the Woods. I decided to go up and have a rest and have a drink first.

Cup, it was sultry that day, and Amazon was by no means a good place to escape the heat. On the contrary, it is a stove.

"Can you imagine the silence of death? I sometimes have this premonition, just like the moment when the red snake runs away. clump

The cicadas in the forest seem to have stopped. Ah! That's weird. Whenever I feel silent, I am always very cautious. I don't have

Not timid. Because I know that what I can't perceive, what other creatures can perceive, is the most dangerous.

"When I walked to Lyson's house, I felt this silence on the road. It seems that there are a thousand cold children holding me.

Body. I have no illusion that people living in the jungle can observe and listen through their skin. My skin was a little shaky at that time. ...

It's telling my brain that something I don't know has happened.

"I walked along the path and searched carefully. I don't know what I will meet, but I know I will find out soon.

Yes I'm chasing that strange feeling in my head, and I know I'll find the answer soon. I feel like I'm playing.

Jump and dry your lips. I think of the atrocities Larson committed against the orangutan and how he tied the orangutan to the trunk.

Think about how orangutans face a crocodile with dirty eyes. I seem to see the orangutan tied to the tree again. end

Something happened to the orangutan. My mind flashed, as if I had been hit hard.

It took me three minutes to calm down. I came to the platform with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Guess what I saw? The ugly orangutan dragged Larson's rifle and began to cry like a man.

"Where is Liam?" I cried, "Where is he?" I laughed at my own questions. My skin, my straight

Sleep has told me the answer.

The orangutan came over as if he could understand me. My legs are as weak as two straws. I didn't see what happened.

Yes, but I can repeat every detail of my dream.

Silence, the crying of orangutans and the trembling of skin told me everything. It is not good to teach animals too much.

Things. Where is he? I shouted again,' Tell me where he is? The orangutan wiped the tears from his ugly nose and stretched himself.

A furry hand grabbed my arm and began to pull me to the mud shore.

"I feel sick, that kind of atmosphere makes my insides swell up. I know what happened. Yes, I knew then.

Tao, my brain pieced together the details of branches and leaves like a Rubik's cube. I clutched the rifle tightly and was cold and sweaty.

Drop. When I approached the mud embankment, I looked everywhere for evidence to confirm my guess, and the evidence was there. I tied a gorilla in Lyson.

Scarlet tree, wearing two oilcoats, sleeves and half a broken arm, a thick rope around the root, tied tightly-this.

This is the proof I want.

It's obvious to me. Nathan must be drunk again, very drunk. His drunkenness awakened the orangutan.

Memories of fear. The beast had a mischievous idea in his simple mind: let Cai Sen taste the cold.

The taste of trembling in front of your eyes. It tied Lyson to the tree where he was tied, and learned to sit on the platform with a gun in his hand.

Actually, waiting for those cold eyes to find Lyson's predicament.

Nathan must have woken up. Facing the fear of death, he must have shouted for help, and the orangutan also learned to ignore him on purpose.

Ignore. It's too obvious-it must be.

Larson taught orangutans a lot, but he forgot to teach them how to load bullets. When the crocodile attacked, the gorilla pulled the trigger desperately.

Machine, but useless, what a pity! The orangutan had to sit there and cry like a man until I arrived, but so did it.

It is too late. "

"Then what did you do later?" I asked.

"I didn't do anything." Greg "sighed" Pierre Lyson told me what he had done to the orangutan.

Imitation is the greatest nature of primates-Larson originally wanted to use this specialty of orangutans to realize himself.

My own French dream. Fate? Natural? Karma? ..... No matter what you call it, there is always this strange rule, which always makes people uncomfortable.

About. I stared at the orangutan; The orangutan stared at me and backed away in horror. It cried as it retreated and looked back. It looked back a dozen times until

Disappeared in the jungle. "-biologists pointed to the dark jungle-"there is an orangutan, always awake.

There is a tragedy in the distance. "