Chapter 4-7

The construction site went out, in two directions, either in or out. This time, there was no need for Si Teng to speak, and Yan Furui knew that he was going in.

When Nangqian went to the countryside, the bus time was determined. If you wanted to move flexibly, you could only charter a car. Yan Furui cut the price and cut it. When he finally got on, he was still so distressed that he couldn't add it. He was embarrassed to say it clearly, so he used a trick and deliberately took out his wallet in front of Si Teng, counting a stack of big and small bills inside, sighing.

Si Teng knew it well and was too lazy to pay attention to him. Poor Yan Furui counted it several times, but failed to achieve the expected effect. Instead, it attracted the drivers in the front row to review it frequently. He immediately became alert and quickly put the money back to comfort himself: Everything is for the master, money is something outside of the body. If the money can be lost, Miss Si Teng can relieve her anger at the master, it will be worth it.

I thought again that Miss Si Teng also helped the tile house to avenge her. According to the market, the remuneration would be a lot. With such a total of this, what is the point of spending such a little money on her own?

Thinking of this, I felt deeply guilty about my behavior, so I worked hard and according to Si Teng's previous instructions, whenever I went to a place where there were residents, I would actively ask people: Are there any cars from other places passing by in the past two days?

Have you ever seen a man with a bearded look fierce?

Or a man with a very fierce appearance, his beard can be shaved anyway.

Thanks to the side of the land here, there are no forks and few outside cars, I found out that I have passed by in the past two days, one slaps out, one off-road, a charity truck, a small pickup truck for pickups, and a common big truck on the construction site.

Yan Furui felt that the so-called "big card at the construction site" was suspicious, and he was staring around all the way. The dirt road was bumpy, and further forward was flat road, even the mountain was much lower. Si Teng stopped the driver and got off the car and took a closer look.

The mountains and valleys were all coming. Looking forward, it was obvious that this area was out. Si Teng thought about it and asked the driver to turn around, but told him to slow down the speed. If there was a mountain road nearby, he needed to go around.

This time took time and effort, and it was not a short time to complete it. In the evening, Yan Furui was already dozing off with his head hanging down. Suddenly, he heard Si Teng say, "Stop, it's here."

Yan Furui woke up with a trembling heart and then realized that it was almost dark. This was a Tibetan-style house on the hillside. The yard was open and there was a sheep pen made of cow dung walls next to it. A white small truck was parked next to the sheep pen. The red body of the car was painted with a few words: Heart to Heart Foundation.

There was smoke rising at the foot of the mountain, and there were only six or seven households in total.

After sending the driver away, Si Teng stood in front of the yard and looked carefully. This family was far from the foot of the mountain, and there was no sign of long-term living. When walking in, Yan Furui asked: "Miss Si Teng, why do you think it's here?"

Si Teng left the sentence: "Guess."

Guess?

Miss Si Teng asked him to guess that it must be not a casual statement, but a certain test for him. Yan Furui became nervous immediately and didn't care about following her into the house and studying around the car.

When I arrived at the cab, I reached out and pulled the car door tentatively, and it opened as soon as I pulled it. Then I turned to the rear compartment of the car. The lock was hanging with a slight squeak. With a force, it even opened with a creaking sound. The books and textbooks beside the door were piled up and down. Looking in, the square one was a freezer?

...

Yan Furui ran into the room and shouted: "Miss Si Teng, I guess it! I..."

He stopped tremblingly.

It was already so dark that Miss Si Teng didn't turn on the lights. From the outside, the room was completely Tibetan-style. The lintel was painted with eight Tibetan treasures, but the inside was almost empty, with only a folding chair. Si Teng sat on the chair, with a half-open scroll in his hand and a long black box open at his feet.

She asked, "What did you guess?"

The voice was a little strange. Yan Furui didn't think much about it and was eager to show off his on-site investigation.

——"Ms. Si Teng, there is indeed something wrong with that car."

——"First of all, it is a charity donation car, and all donations are books and books, but this place is so biased that there is no school at all."

——"I also went into the back car and saw that the donated things were piled up and I stepped on footprints. How could this look like it was donated?"

——"There are also wide transparent tape, wire and ropes in the rear compartment. I have watched it on TV. This must be used for kidnapping! Miss Si Teng, Qin Fang must have been hidden in this car!"

——"There is another open freezer, but it is not powered up, it doesn't look like a popsicle carrier. I guess, the kidnappers are afraid of people checking, and sometimes they will put Qin Fang in the freezer..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly became a little uncertain: it is difficult to breathe when the freezer is closed. If you put Qin Fang in the freezer, will you be suffocated to death?

After saying so much, what do you think about Miss Si Teng?

Yan Furui looked at Si Teng with hope. She looked stunned, but the hand holding the scroll was getting tighter and tighter...

Yan Furui swallowed and called her tentatively: "Miss Si Teng?"

Miss Si Teng?"

Si Teng reacted: "What's the matter?"

What's up?

Yan Furui was extremely disappointed. He had a rare quick thinking. He closed his analysis just now, but she didn't listen at all.

Yan Furui was a little depressed: "Didn't Miss Si Teng ask me to guess? Why did you think there was something wrong with that car when you saw it?"

Si Teng glanced at him: "Didn't you look at the license plate? It's the leader of Zhejiang."

It was already dark. Jia Guizhi walked in front with a flashlight. After walking a few steps, he stopped to see the mountain. He looked at the cowhide map in his hand. Qin Fang and Zhou Wandong carried the stretcher with Zhao Jianglong's body one after another, and followed behind him one after another.

He has been in the mountains for more than a day and is walking up and downhill most of the time. Qin Fang carried the front stretcher and walked very hard. It was not enough for Zhou Wandong to tie iron wire to his wrist. He also tied ropes to his ankles, which were about half a meter apart, which means that the steps were not more than half a meter apart. Occasionally, if you take a step faster or bigger, your feet would stagger. At first, every time you bump, you would be scolded by Zhou Wandong. Later, he probably was tired of scolding, so he picked up a tree stick in his hand, and if he was not satisfied, he would rush over.

Once, he was thrusting on the back of Qin Fang's head. Qin Fang's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground half kneeling. Zhao Jianglong's body wrapped in quilt rolled down. Jia Guizhi got angry and said to Zhou Wandong: "You beat the person to death, do you carry it yourself?"

Zhou Wandong was disappointed and rarely took action later, but he was still cursing.

When he stopped to rest in the middle, Zhou Wandong looked up at the mountain and spitted casually: "Isn't it that mountain that is still like that?

How many unruly roads have you taken."

Jia Guizhi replied coldly: "Follow the map of the great master, be safe."

Zhou Wandong cursed in his heart and walked to a little farther away to light a cigarette. Before he could take a few sips, Jia Guizhi suddenly came over and whispered: "After you get to the place, look at my winks, knock him out... or beat him to death, it doesn't matter."

Zhou Wandong was very angry: "Damn it, you won't say it earlier. I'll care about his food, drink, defecation, and urination all the way. Do you have time?"

Jia Guizhi's answer made the cold air on his vest.

"It's not new if you beat it to death."

Something was wrong. Zhou Wandong subconsciously pressed the dagger inserted in his waist with his hand: Is there anyone who can describe it as "fresh"?

Could it be to eat it?

Uphill, downhill, dense forest, sloppy path, and underworld rivers. When you look up, you always seem to have no edges. It seems that you are at the bottom of the valley.

Valley bottom?

A trace of suspicion suddenly flashed in Qin Fang's heart. He began to focus on the grass, trees, rocky roads around him. I don't know how long it took, but finally confirmed something.

He walked this road, or at least the last section, but at that time, it was in the opposite direction. He took Si Teng to explore, circle, step by step, from the bottom of the valley to the top of the cliff. Now, Jia Guizhi and Zhou Wandong and others were winding in from the other direction according to the map. Although most of the roads were different, they began to overlap from the last section.

Could it be that the map in Jia Guizhi's hand, the final end point, was the bottom of the valley where he fell from the cliff?

This conjecture was almost confirmed step by step. Qin Fang's impression began to become clearer. When he walked through the dense forest, his heavy steps shocked a group of night birds living inhabited. The sound of flapping wings spread far and far in the quiet night. In the place ahead was the car that fell off the cliff, twisted like a pile of scrap iron, with an open suitcase lying beside it.

That night, Si Teng opened his suitcase and checked his clothes he could wear. He even said to him meaningfully: "I'm so lucky."

All the memories of this valley suddenly turned over. He once thought that this was just a forgotten nightmare.

——With a bang, the car fell off the cliff...

——What poked his heart was a pointed cone, and the wind at the bottom of the valley blew half of the tissue box pulled out of the tissue box beside him...

——Behind him, underground, there was another heartbeat...

——The tiny plot of mud fell by the dust, Si Teng sat up from the ground...

——She said: "From now on, listen to my orders, my name is Si Teng."

...

Jia Guizhi's sudden scream brought Qin Fang back to reality from her memory. She almost scattered on a sunken earth pit, grabbed two scattered pointed cones with both hands, and shouted: "Where are people, where are people?"

As he screamed, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and tried his best to dig the ground beside him, murmuring:

——"Where are people, what about people?"

——"The great man said, it was buried here, where are the people?"

——"How come it is gone, how come it is gone?"

——"No, it can't be gone. If it is gone, our Lao Zhao will not be able to survive..."

...

Zhou Wandong looked at Jia Guizhi for no reason and then Qin Fang. Didn’t he say that he could see her “winkle”?

What's going on?

Could this be the so-called "eye collar"?

Qin Fang's heart began to sink slowly, and finally it seemed to sink into ice water, and the coldness crawled into the body along every meridian of the limbs.

Jia Guizhi found someone to kidnap him and took him to Nangqian from afar. The person he was looking for was actually Si Teng.

He always thought that everything he had experienced now was caused by the accidental fall from the cliff, like a butterfly effect. He met Si Teng because of falling off the cliff, and was involved in a series of unexplainable events because of Si Teng...

But now he found that he might have thought it was wrong.
Chapter completed!