Late at night during the Lantern Festival, which is supposed to be a lively day for Chinese families to reunite and celebrate together, somewhere in the wilderness of the Silver Triangle far away from the country, two people were walking around anxiously.
It was dark nearby, and occasionally a few dogs barked.
A man and a woman pushed through the grass and searched for a while, and found the body of a young man in the knee-high weeds.
The corpse was lying quietly in the haystack wearing black casual clothes. His ashen face looked up to the sky with his huge eyes. The scar on his neck as big as a bowl had dried up and turned black. His skin was blue-black. , the clothes on his body were also shabby, and blood had stained his coat and half of his face.
The scene that should have been terrifying now seemed sad in the hearts of the two of them.
Xiao Zhao, who was filming the scene with his mobile phone, pointed at the male corpse on the ground and said tremblingly: "Sister Yang, isn't this the guy who went through customs with us and bragged about coming to make money? How come it's only been a few days? Time is running out here? Those people are too cruel."
Zhang Yang, who was also seeing a dead person for the first time, was much calmer. She squatted next to the male corpse, stretched out her hand and gently closed her unblinking eyes.
"Hey, stop talking."
Zhang Yang remembered the three of them sitting in the same row of seats on the plane chatting. The young man's eyes were shining and he was vowing to describe his dream of making money in the future with the local Internet celebrity brother in (face) North.
Come to (face) the north, let alone make money or not, if you can return to China completely, it will be because the ancestral graves are smoking!
At that time, Zhang Yang tried his best to dissuade her.
"Xiao Zhao, come here and lend a hand. Let's carry him to the car together and take him to the hotel later."
Xiao Zhao, who was a little frightened, stumbled to the feet of the male corpse and squatted down. He hurriedly lifted his feet, but suddenly he lost his balance and fell to the muddy ground.
At this time, it was as if a cold current rushed in and blew on Xiao Zhao's neck. He shivered slowly and his hairs stood up one by one.
He looked around the dark surroundings, and even his voice was trembling: "Sister Yang, we have recorded the video anyway, why not go back first and let the Shi Hotel send someone over. Anyway, this is No one will run away."
Zhang Yang was silent for a long time and sighed: "That's fine. The car is far away, and we may not be able to carry it there. Let's go."
In a depressing atmosphere, the two of them walked out of the wasteland one step at a time and walked several hundred meters along the road before getting into the car that had been parked in a hidden place.
In the car, Zhang Yang leaned his upper body forward, rested his forehead on the back of his hands on the steering wheel, and remained silent without speaking.
After a while, she cheered up, straightened her back, and her words seemed to have returned to her usual resolute and resolute style of a big lady.
"Xiao Zhao, please check your luggage. We are going to the main hall now. This matter should be over."
Xiao Zhao took a long breath and felt that the suffocation in his chest was relieved a lot. In these hellish days, just as a bystander who went astray, he saw too much tragedy.
Those fair and honest cruelties made him feel on pins and needles, having grown up in the spring breeze, and he was eager to return home. Occasionally when he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Okay, Sister Yang. Hehe, do you know who I want to see the most right now? It's those policemen on Dongzhou Avenue. In the past, I always thought they were too troublesome, but now, I see them too much.
The 'bandits' in uniforms beside me, I miss them so much. Especially Officer Chen, I really feel so safe..."
Knowing that he was about to return to China, Xiao Zhao started to relax and talk more. While checking his backpack, documents, etc., he chatted casually.
Zhang Yang was not talking at this moment, but when Xiao Zhao mentioned 'Officer Chen', she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
At the beginning, she still thought about finding a few big cases and then show her face in front of him. Unexpectedly, after searching, she found (Mian) Bei from Dongzhou.
In just over a week, Zhang Yang's mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes. In the past, as a radio host, although she was busy in the wind and rain, her occasional pleas for the people also made her feel that all this
It's all worth it.
This time she came to Mianbei because telecommunications fraud has become very popular in China in recent years. Countless families have been torn apart and their wives separated. Therefore, she relied on the sensitivity of a frontline reporter for many years to keenly capture this hot social topic.
Zhang Yang, who has always been vigorous and resolute, simply stopped doing nothing and arrived at (Mian) North disguised as a tourist who came here to make an on-site record of this (Mian) North fraud center that had never happened before in the country.
Before setting off, I had a little thought in my heart to turn myself, a Dongzhou Internet celebrity, into an H-country Internet celebrity.
As a result, she encountered so many people and things that she could never forget for the rest of her life. Fortunately, it was all over, and when the information was sent to the shi library, she could be considered worthy of her conscience.
Now Zhang Yang has nothing to do with being an internet celebrity. She is satisfied if she can smoothly return to her little home in Dongzhou and have a good sleep.
Xiao Zhao trembled with trembling lips and stammered, "My phone...is lost..."
Zhang Yang said helplessly: "The one that shocked me must have been lost when you fell down just now. Go find it quickly and get it back. I'll wait for you here."
Although Xiao Zhao was a little scared, he really couldn't open his mouth to let Zhang Yang, a woman, go to that gray place and dig the grass near the corpse.
He opened the car door and hurried to the wasteland. When he arrived, he walked around the body a few times and found his mobile phone. When he returned to the parking place, he found that Zhang Yang and the car were gone, and the phone was turned off when he called it.
There was a vague premonition in his heart.
I went back to the hotel room alone and waited until dawn but Zhang Yang didn't come back. Her phone was also turned off and she couldn't get through.
In desperation, Xiao Zhao ran to the big (shi) museum for help, but they just registered and said they would contact the local police and let Xiao Zhao go back and wait for notification.
What is the local police like? Would Xiao Zhao, who has been in (Mian) Bei for so many days, not know clearly?
After thinking about it, Xiao Zhao, who was on the verge of despair, dialed a domestic mobile phone number.
"Hello, who's there?"
A familiar voice came from the receiver. Xiao Zhao, who had been jostling outside for several days, couldn't help it. A man in his twenties choked up and said:
"Officer Chen, I am Xiao Zhao. Sister Yang, she... wu wu... it's all my fault..."