Early the next morning, Fatty and I arrived at the train station.
From a distance, we saw Lingqian with long hair and fashionable clothes standing in the crowd. otbnkotgt The fat man next to me smiled and whispered: "It really looks good."
He has a problem, he likes girls who look bookish and pure.
When we were young, we would sometimes go to nearby dance halls with a few friends to hang out.
Those fat women who imitated American clothes and had wavy hair would not even look at them.
On the contrary, he was always attracted to girls who looked quiet and quiet, and Lingqian was really his type just by looking at her appearance.
"Paint the skin" I smiled and said something meaningful.
After walking over, Lingqian looked at her watch and said with some displeasure: "I'm five minutes late."
"The bus is late."
I glanced at her and started talking nonsense.
In fact, I was late on purpose.
Although we must be united when working together, I feel a little unhappy when a woman always rides on my head.
It's like she's angry in her heart, always wanting to kill her majesty "Hey, hello girl, my name is Cui Zhen.
I'm not dating yet, let's get to know each other."
The fat man walked up with a playful smile.
Lingqian glanced at him and said coldly: "Catch the train.
I have made arrangements for Nuruerhu Mountain.
Don't hold me back this time."
After saying that, she walked into the car on her own.
The fat man looked back at me, sighed and said, "Brother, I finally know what you meant by what you just said."
We sat on the train for nearly three days.
When we got out of the train station, we felt like our whole body was floating, and there seemed to be an echo of "crack, bang," in our ears.
After leaving the train station, compared to the liveliness of Shanghai, this place can only be described as deserted.
I glanced around and saw a military green jeep parked on the roadside outside the train station.
"Hey, this girl is rich enough, Beijing 212.
I've always wanted to get one, but unfortunately I don't have the money."
The fat man had done some research on cars and looked enviously at the military green jeep beside Lingqian.
Beijing 212 naturally cannot be compared with many high-performance jeeps that came later, but when we were young, it was in a sense one of the dreams of men.
The top speed was about 115 kilometers per hour, and the fuel consumption per 100 kilometers was about 14.
These not-so-excellent data were not known to many people at the time.
In our opinion, its powerful performance in conquering various terrains and the green spray paint that represents the soldier's dream in men's hearts are enough to prove its achievements across the ages.
"This car belongs to a friend of mine and he lent it to me to drive.
Let's go to the village first to check out the situation."
Lingqian skillfully sat in the driver's seat, pulled down the gear, and the car made a pleasant roar.
At this time, we officially hit the road.
There are not only Han people near Nuruerhu Mountain, but Korean friends can sometimes be seen here.
The temperature was a bit colder than in Shanghai, so Fatty and I both wore sweaters.
Lingqian said while driving: "Dahei Mountain is one of the main peaks of the Nuruer Tiger Mountain Range.
Nearby is a primeval forest dominated by shrubs and pine forests.
The total length of the mountain range reaches nearly 100 kilometers, and many places there are not yet It has been truly explored, and of course, the existence of tigers is not ruled out.”
The car drove forward along the mountain road and hardly saw anyone.
The fat man leaned on the car window and looked out.
He said with a smile: "It's more comfortable in the forest.
The big city is too depressing."
Our destination was a small village near Daheishan.
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It was already dark when we arrived, and through the car lights we could see a group of people standing at the entrance of the village in the distance.
The leader was an old man in his 50s, wearing green work clothes, and he could tell he was from the mountains.
We parked the car on the side of the road, and a group of people from the opposite side immediately walked up.
"Hello hello" The old man spoke first, with a strong local accent in his voice.
Lingqian nodded and said, "We are here to help you catch ghosts."
It was so straightforward, which surprised Fatty and I.
The old man immediately smiled and extended his hand to invite us into the village.
The whole village is larger than I imagined, with about fifty households and nearly 160 people.
They mainly rely on hunting and planting trees for a living.
There is no telephone in the village, and the postman from the township will deliver letters every half month.
The office of the village branch is actually an empty barn.
Candles were lit and a group of us sat around a wooden table.
Although the old man had a strong accent, we could barely understand the Mandarin he spoke.
"A total of five or six people are missing.
They are all hunters.
They did not come back after entering the mountains.
We also sent people to search and found a few pieces of clothing, which were all torn to pieces."
These descriptions are similar to the information we received before.
The ghosts lured lone people to be eaten by tigers, and their clothes would definitely be torn to pieces by tigers.
"Are there any tigers around here?"
Lingqian asked bluntly.
Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head, lit his cigarette and said, "There are no tigers around here.
We won't know if we go further into the mountains.
Anyway, I haven't encountered one."
I immediately became confused because there were no tigers.
The ghosts rely on tigers to do evil.
If there are no tigers nearby, doesn't it mean that there should be no ghosts nearby.
Before that, Zhuzi and Lingqian both believed that it was the work of a ghost, but there were many things that didn't make sense.
"Can I meet my family?"
Lingqian's expression looked very serious.
The old man nodded and shouted outside.
After a while, several women walked in.
They seemed to be the wives and family members of the missing Orions.
Lingqian asked about the situation carefully, but in the opinion of Fatty and I, all she asked were irrelevant questions.
For example, the daily routine, whether the missing hunters had bad habits, and whether there were similar disappearances in nearby villages.
This question dragged the time until late at night.
By the time Lingqian finished asking, the fat man next to me was already a little sleepy.
"We'll be here today.
Tomorrow morning we'll go into the mountain to see where you found the clothes.
Get some rest early."
Lingqian's attitude towards these people was very friendly.
After everyone left, she suddenly turned back with a cold face and said, "What do you think?"
Fatty was just dreaming while holding a haystack, so his head was naturally empty.
I couldn't explain why, so I simply shook my head.
"Humph, it's really a burden."
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Lingqian looked at the two of us with some contempt, which made me frown.
"Then what did you see?"
I asked dissatisfiedly.
"First of all, the missing hunters are all hunters, and only the hunters from this village.
I just asked, and the village chief said that similar things have not happened in nearby villages.
Secondly, these missing people are all old hunters, and they have been hunting for at least ten years.
In other words, they have quite a lot of experience in the mountains and forests.
I also have a few hunter friends, among whom the masters can even fool the scouts around in the forest.
In the end, it was them.
They are all abstaining from alcohol.
Tigers have a habit of not eating drunk people, so they should be resistant to alcohol.
After analyzing the above three points, we can generally draw the following conclusion, and it can be basically judged that there must be ghosts at work.
The act of revenge against this village is basically the work of ghosts, because the people eaten by the tigers don’t drink.
Moreover, in my opinion, there may be more than just ghosts here.”
Lingqian really impressed me this time.
I was a little unhappy with her arrogant attitude before, but now I have changed my mind.
I can deduce so many things from some small observations and incidents.
It seems that she is really capable.
"It's like solving a crime, haha."
The fat man shook his head and said.
"Go to sleep first.
We will set off early tomorrow morning.
I will sleep in the next room.
If you dare to sneak in at night, be careful that I will kill you."
After saying that, Lingqian carried her luggage and walked out.
Fatty and I looked at each other, and finally smiled bitterly.
"I thought we were Yang Zirong and 203 this time, but in the end we were two pawns under Wu Zetian, haha."
What the fat man said was funny, so I said helplessly: "Don't be poor, go to bed early, we will be very busy tomorrow."
I fell asleep leaning against the haystack.
I slept very lightly, and I always felt a bit of a cold atmosphere while half asleep and half awake.
It seems that the village surrounded by the forest at night has been targeted by something.
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