After listening carefully for a while, I could no longer hear the "whirring" sound from before.
Lao Fu breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat and said, "The black blind man is most afraid of crowds and noise. He must have been scared away. But just to be on the safe side, I'm adding someone to keep watch."
"I'll come, I feel less."
"Well, everyone else should go back to sleep first."
The two of us stayed vigil around the fire, fearing we were sleepy, and we chatted here and there.
At first, Lao Fu used cigarettes to stay awake, but at about three o'clock in the middle of the night, he was like a chicken pecking at rice, with his hands on his knees and his head bit by bit.
At this time, I quietly stood up, walked around him, and walked behind him.
There is his bamboo basket. The big bamboo frame is covered tightly with raincloth and hemp rope regardless of day or night. I have always wanted to see what is in the bamboo basket?
Is it a bit inhumane?
Peeping into other people's privacy, but I'm curious.
Squatting down, I stretched out my hand to untie the hemp rope.
"Hey... don't move it..."
Suddenly, a hand was put on my shoulder.
A cold voice came from behind.
I slowly turned my head and saw Lao Fu standing there with an indifferent expression, holding a shotgun in both hands.
"Ha... Fu, Uncle Fu, you're not sleeping. I thought you were sleeping."
"I see your rope is untied. Let me tie you up."
"Young man, we all have privacy. Would you like it if I went to look through your bag?"
"I'm sorry, Uncle Fu! I was wrong."
"You remember my words, there will be no next time unless this happens again."
After saying that, the nervous expression on Lao Fu's face disappeared instantly, and a smile suddenly appeared.
He patted me and said, "Haha, look how nervous you are! I'm teasing you. There's nothing you can't see in my basket, just some dry food, water and emergency supplies."
"How about I untie it now and let you take a look?"
"No, no, no, Uncle Fu, I believe you," I smiled and waved my hand.
At dawn, continue on your way.
According to Lao Fu's speculation, if we are quick on our feet, we can walk near the Dulong River this evening, and then walk upstream along the Dulong River for two to three days to reach the deepest part of Damiyao Mountain, the inaccessible basin-shaped area.
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Take a look when you are leaving.
Good guy! Just two hundred meters away from our camp, towards the west, there was a row of "strange footprints" faintly left on the ground, as big as a volleyball.
This is the benefit of finding an experienced guide.
If Lao Fu hadn't made us sing like crazy and howl like wolves last night, we would probably be in a much worse situation now.
At noon, suddenly the cell phone in my pants pocket rang, and it was a text message.
what 's wrong?
Since shortly after entering the mountain, there has been no signal on the mobile phone.
Why is it that as we go deeper, suddenly there is a mobile phone signal? What the hell?
I'm using Nokia's latest 6680. Not only mine, but everyone else's phones have signal, and the signal strength is at full five bars!
Including the leader, everyone, including Monk Zhanger, was confused.
I turned on my phone and saw that it was a text message sent yesterday evening. I only received it now because I suddenly had a signal.
It was sent from a strange number I don’t recognize. The content is:
"Xiang Yunfeng, the company will hold an emergency meeting next Wednesday and we can't contact you. Please call back as soon as you see the message."
Is the company holding an emergency meeting?
I thought to myself who is this?
I've grown up and I've never been to work even a day. I had an emergency meeting at the company. Did I call the wrong person?
But that's not right, everyone said Xiang Yunfeng...
"Brother Yu, don't talk for now. We just have a signal right now. I'll make a call to find out who this is."
After saying that, I called back this unfamiliar number directly.
