The three of us and two guys rushed to meet Zhang Houhou, and there was a relatively comfortable road in the middle. I didn’t want to ask about Lao Zhao at first, but he was really a top guy with a lot of problems, including picking his nose.
Not to mention eating tea with your feet, farting and snoring while sleeping can shock someone to death.
But after two days of getting along with him, this person gave me the feeling of a worldly expert. He knew a lot, and his views on analyzing things were straightforward and sharp. He often came up with incisive inferences and conclusions while picking at his feet.
Like the free and uninhibited master in the novel who hides the world in his belly.
Masters are probably like this, but if Lao Zhao doesn't have these skills, then his usual actions will look very second-rate.
I asked Mustache where he found this old Zhao, and he smiled. If someone asked me this, Mustache would definitely not tell me, but he didn't hide it from me.
Xiao Hui's Kung Fu skills are not self-taught. He has been learning from others since he was a teenager. His master is very good and taught him many things. Lao Zhao originally learned Kung Fu from Xiao Hui, but he and Xiao Hui learned some Kung Fu skills from Xiao Hui.
They have different life concepts, and he prefers to live a completely unrestrained life. After Mustache arrived in Nanjing, he separated from Lao Zhao. However, although the two did not meet, their friendship has always been there.
I don’t know Lao Zhao very well, but my intuition tells me that he is a stronger person than the monk. I am a little strange. In the past two years, we were at the end of a major event and were short of manpower. Mustache
Why not bring in Lao Zhao at that time? He would definitely be of great use.
"At that time, he was in jail."
At this point, I couldn't ask so carefully. But having people like Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao come to help me made me feel more at ease.
We hurried on quickly, and when we arrived at our destination, we plunged into the woods. The two guys beside me were trembling a little, perhaps affected by the psychological implications of the pool of blood. We walked to the corpse of the traveler we had discovered.
At this time, we stopped for a moment. The body was definitely in a state of disrepair. There was no need to dig it out again. Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao just asked about the relevant situation.
"I've told you all the situation. This is the place where the incident occurred. Can you analyze anything?" I asked them as I walked.
Mustache was not talkative at all, so he gave all the opportunities to Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao did not hide his secrets and gave some of his own analysis. He still believed that the disappearance of the traveler was not necessarily related to the 0316 incident that year.
By the time we arrived at the place where Zhang Houhou was staying, the people in the team had been exhausted for a few days, but the arrival of Mustache made them feel refreshed. However, it was only a small boost, and the morale was still not high.
"Master!" Zhang Houhou almost burst into tears when he saw Mustache. He told us that he really couldn't stand it anymore, and the people below kept shouting to leave.
"Call everyone over here."
All the guys below came over, and then Lao Zhao started to talk and explain to them the reasons for psychological suggestion. I really doubt that Lao Zhao has also studied these things, and he seemed to have some kind of hint in the process of talking. Guys
I don't know if they understood what he said, but after Lao Zhao kept talking for more than half an hour, those people's spirits actually improved.
The situation of the team itself no longer affects me. With Mustache and the others, even if everyone else runs away, it will not hinder the following actions. We rested well all night, and when we set off the next day, the guys were still there
There was a little hesitation, but as soon as Lao Zhao went over and fooled me, the team started to set off.
After being delayed for many days, it was obvious that we could no longer keep up with those who discarded cigarette butts. We could only try our best to find some clues and follow the path. On that day, we walked almost ten kilometers. Let’s estimate
, this is about a hundred kilometers away from the jungle border.
As they walked, Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao stopped at the same time. They slowly looked around for a while, then started to clear the vegetation on the ground, and then dug up with shovels.
"Is there something down here?"
"It's not a thing." Mustache threw away the shovel in his hand, glanced into the distance, then pointed to his feet and said to me: "This place is like the surface of a simple highway."
"Simple highway?" I suddenly wondered. Although I don't understand civil engineering, I can still imagine how much manpower and material resources it would take to build even a simple highway in a place like this.
The most important thing is that after the incident, in order to have a better chance of winning, we collected almost all the information we could about the area, and there was not a single message mentioning that roads had been built here.
There are no residents in this jungle at all, so if someone really builds a road here, the only purpose is to transport things from here, or bring things in from outside.
While we were talking, Lao Zhao had already led others to clear out a large area there. The soil covering the simple road was shoveled away, revealing the main body of the road. Obviously, this was barely repaired to the minimum.
The road out of the road is only about three meters wide. The surface of the road is paved with asphalt and has turned black. Moreover, this road of unknown length has been artificially destroyed. The section we dug out is only about one meter wide.
Twenty meters long. Because the environment is too poor and the material supply is difficult, the asphalt on the surface is mixed with a large amount of stones and sand.
"This is probably not a road built by our officials." Lao Zhao also dropped the shovel and said, "If the development is abandoned halfway, the road will be deserted if it is deserted. There is no need to destroy it again."
"Not official? Is it private?"
"It is impossible for a private person to have the strength and necessity."
"Then who built this road?"
"I don't know." Lao Zhao didn't feel that he was losing face at all, and said bluntly: "But everything that exists must have a reason for its existence."
When we packed up and set off again, I kept thinking about how many unknown secrets were hidden in this dense forest that no one had set foot in for many years? It was definitely not an ordinary forest.
Mustache and Lao Zhao always have a way. Although those who discarded cigarette butts tried their best to clean up all the traces left along the way, they were still able to capture some clues. It took about twenty minutes to set off this time.
Lao Zhao, who was at the front, suddenly signaled the people behind him to stop, and he found another pool of bright red blood.
Lao Zhao was very straightforward. He shoveled off the bloodstain directly and buried it with soil. The appearance of this bloodstain was both a bad thing and a good thing. At least it proved that after such a long period of tracking, he still managed to find his way to the other party.
The road that has been traveled before.
Originally, there was still some time before dark, and we wanted to walk a little longer, but the traces left by the people in front disappeared again. This time, they were completely gone. Even Xiao Hu and Lao Zhao couldn't tell them apart. We slowly walked slowly
After walking forward for less than a mile at most, the terrain in front of us suddenly changed, or in other words, the terrain became concave. The green vegetation undulated several times, outlining the outline of a mountain in front of us.
This mountain sunk in a depression appears to be lower than other surrounding mountains due to its different altitudes. It is like a big bun with a rounded mountain top, and the vegetation on the mountain and even around the mountain is much sparser than other places.
, so it looks a bit different among the mountains.
"How do we go?" Lao Zhao turned to ask Mustache.
Baozi Mountain blocked our way, and it also made it difficult for us to make a choice. There were only two roads in front of us, either go straight past Baozi Mountain, or walk along the surrounding highlands. But we didn’t know
How did the group of people go before, so no matter how they go, they may miss the clues left by the other party, unless they take both possible roads.
We first walked around the surrounding highlands and checked carefully along the way, but our eyes were almost blown out of our minds, but we didn't see a single trace of anyone passing by. I concluded that those people might have gone straight from the direction of Baozi Mountain.
We circled back again, but by this time it was already dark and we could not go any further, otherwise the dim light would lead to missing clues.
We rested on the high ground near Baozi Mountain. When camping in this place, the mosquito repellent grass had to be lit all night long. I was much less sleepy than before, so I sat with Mustache and chatted. I usually don’t like to talk to others.
Talking has been suppressed for too long. Only when you are in front of him can you have the passion to talk.
He told me some things like telling a story. In the previous big event adventure, he collected some corpses. I was very confused at the time, but now, I understand it as soon as he told me. Those were those who died several years ago.
The six fingers of Liu Zhi belong to the same family as ours, and these bones were taken back and buried quietly by him. Originally, this was what I should do, but like me, he was unwilling to disturb the other person's life unless he had no choice, because from a kind of
Transitioning from one life to another is difficult for some people and requires a long adaptation period. If this adaptation period is broken, it may be extended indefinitely.
We talked quietly for more than one o'clock, and Mustache asked me to take a rest. Just as he stood up, a night watchman not far away suddenly let out a scream.
The mustache moved, and Lao Zhao, who had been snoring next to him, also turned over and climbed up. The two of them had already jumped out, and the other people in the team were in a hurry to react.
From the guy who was keeping watch at night, a shadow rushed over, sticking to the ground like a black lightning. The alloy tube in the mustache's hand flashed a cold light and pierced towards the shadow.
Needless to say, Mustache's reaction and agility, but the result was beyond my expectation. This shadow's speed and agility were obviously faster than him, and the alloy tube was pierced through the air at once.
Is there anything else that can avoid a blow from a mustache?