Although Mei Qian felt that these tomb robbers were a mob, they were not without their merits and were quite obedient.
Even though he slept late last night, Bald Qiang shouted and everyone quickly gathered together early in the morning.
After a simple breakfast, the group drove out of the village in six cars.
This group of people was obviously very familiar with the nearby road conditions, and they drove around with great purpose, taking national highways and country roads. After noon, they happened to pass through a village with the word "stone temple" engraved on the entrance.
We arrived at the door of a farmhouse by a familiar route.
People seem to come here often, and there are four or five cars parked in the yard.
Although Mei Qian always "closed his eyes and meditated" in the car, his hearing was amazing. Just by listening to the accents of passers-by outside, he roughly knew where this group of people had taken him.
After getting off the bus, I heard the shop owner and Bald Qiang saying hello, and I became even more sure.
It's not far from his hometown on earth, and the accent sounds so friendly. It's a pity that we are in two different time and spaces. Although the local accent is still there, things are different and people are different.
These thoughts made him feel a little dazed for a moment. Fortunately, he reacted in time and rushed to the back of the team and walked into the single room.
During this period, he paid special attention to the wanted Qu Qingsheng, and saw that he was wearing a baseball cap like himself, with his head lowered, hiding in the crowd without being discovered.
Everyone sat down at two tables. Mei Qian glanced at Bald Qiang next to him who had been looking at his phone after ordering, thinking that this must be the place he had agreed with that young man.
Sure enough, not long after, a young man walked in behind the waiter who served the food.
"This is Mr. Zhao. He will go into the mountains with us in a moment." Bald Qiang pulled the young man to sit next to him. After the waiter left, he said loudly.
"Master Zhao." Everyone greeted him one after another.
Although he said it politely, there was not even a hint of enthusiasm on his face, including Bald Qiang's.
The young Mr. Zhao, who didn't know whether he was a bit smart or didn't notice it at all, stood up with a smile and nodded to everyone: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Jun, Zhao Qian Sun Li's Zhao, Qian Qianjun's Jun."
Unfortunately, after he finished speaking, he was obviously a bit cold and could only sit down again in a sullen manner.
However, he was too active and was not honest after sitting down. His eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped at Mei Qian's face.
Mei Qian was pouring water for himself, and felt uncomfortable being stared at like this.
He put down the cup and looked back with cold eyes.
The other party seemed to be frightened and turned his head away, not daring to peek anymore.
Mei Qian glanced again and suddenly slammed the table: "If you want to smoke, go out and smoke."
The waiter across from him shivered in fright, glanced at Dong Qiang, and quickly put away the cigarette in his mouth.
Mei Qian then snorted and started to drink water.
Unexpectedly, after all the dishes were served, Zhao Jun actually moved a stool and sat next to him.
This lunch sounds rather boring. After all, we are outside, and we may be aware that the walls have ears. Even if we talk, we use a very low voice, and there are no words such as going up the mountain and fighting upside down.
The only exception may be this Jun Zhao.
I saw him very attentively picking up food and pouring water for Mei Qian, and complimenting me excitedly: "Are you Mei Qian? I am a fan of your books. I have been chasing after you. I didn't expect to finally see a living person today."
Already..."
As soon as Mei Qian heard that this guy was a fan of her books, she felt mixed.
I can't help but think of the few book fans I met in real life before. In comparison, this guy Zhao Jun is relatively normal, but the place where we met this time is also very wrong!!!
Therefore, he was really tired, and he was too lazy to answer the questions that book fans should be concerned about, such as why the book was unfinished and when the new book would be released. He just ate in silence without saying a word.
After lunch, they drove along the national highway for more than two hours and then turned into a mountain road.
After swaying and swaying, in the evening, they found a patch of grass that was inaccessible, and everyone got out of the car one after another.
At this time, even Mei Qian was not sure where this place was.
There is no trace of the mountain road at the foot of the mountain. Everywhere you can see are weeds, trees and vines, and there are mountains all around.
"Go further and camp by the river. We'll be there tomorrow." Bald Qiang looked at his watch and shouted loudly.
Lao Luo pulled a folding wheelchair from the car and asked Mei Qian if he wanted to sit in it.
Mei Qian thought that he had just gotten out of the car and wanted to stretch his legs, so he refused.
But the wheelchair must be used, so it is dragged by the strongest guy.
Everyone didn't say much, and everyone was carrying an oversized travel bag. Even Mr. Zhao, who was like a rich man, was not spared.
The leader, Bald Qiang, was relatively relaxed. His travel bag was not big, but he still carried it on his back.
Mei Qian, on the other hand, looked exactly like a tourist. He brought nothing and was not assigned any equipment. It seemed that as long as he did not fall behind, he would not be considered a laggard.
Probably because Mei Qian was too aloof, Zhao Jun was always with a group of guys.
It's a pity that although I didn't encounter cold treatment, the attitude of the guys was also irritating.
After being frustrated several times, he got back together again.
Of course, maybe he was tired from walking and gradually got mixed up with Mei Qian.
In order to maintain the image of a patient, Mei Qian walked unhurriedly at the end of the line.
As a result, Lao Luo and Xiao Wang in front looked back from time to time. Maybe they saw that although he looked struggling, he could persevere, so they didn't come over to help him.
By this time, they had been hiding in the woods for an hour, and the light was obviously getting darker.
Mei Qian heard the panting voice and turned to look at Zhao Jun. Seeing that he seemed unable to hold on and didn't have much to say, he couldn't help but ask: "Why did you come to rob the tomb?"
"Ah?" Zhao Jun was obviously stunned for a moment, then wiped his sweat and replied: "My ancestors also did this, so I just wanted to come over and learn more about it."
"Long experience?" Mei Qian sighed: "After you go back this time, don't get involved in this business. This is not what you are capable of."
In fact, as soon as they met, he sensitively discovered that Zhao Jun was different from everyone present, including Mei Qian himself.
Ironically, Mei Qian's life is complicated and he has experienced too many things. He can no longer confidently say that he is a purely good person.
What's more, what we want to do this time is really contrary to the code of conduct of a good person or a legal citizen.
Zhao Jun was different. If the meeting was in another situation, he would never treat such a person with a cold face.
Zhao Jun is too clean.
It's not that he's pampered or elegant, or that his clothes are extravagant.
Although his outfit is indeed valuable, his skin is fair, and he has obviously never suffered.
But Mei Qian always judged people based on his feelings. It was hard to say whether this person had any scheming intentions, but his eyes were bright and clear, like an innocent child who had never experienced the world, and he was obviously not contaminated by anything.
Mei Qian felt it was a pity for such a little puppy to be mixed among wolf-like tomb robbers.