108 Finale (Part 1)

Before Gu Yan got out of the car, Qu Yixian pressed the window and pointed to the tent: "Did the person wearing a green jacket just entered the tent see it?

The old team leader, if you have something to tell him, he will do it for you."

"I am a pioneer and I am often not on the scene in front of the battlefield. They are all used to it.

Yuan Ye is here, and they listened to Yuan Ye. Yuan Ye is not here, so they just talk about seniority and those who are capable are here.

This team is easy to lead.”

The rescue team is different from others, their battlefield is vast.

There are not so many interests that are entangled, they are all about finding a needle in a haystack with a innocent heart.

Without some compassion, no tolerance, no open-mindedness, no patience and perseverance, this matter cannot be done at all and cannot be done for a long time.

Gu Yan has worked with this team countless times, so he is naturally extremely familiar with it.

He nodded slightly, pushed open the car door, hesitated for a moment, and said, "For so many years, you are still as proud as before when you mentioned the rescue team."

That's because it's worth pride.

But Yixian kept this song in his heart and didn't say it.

She raised her hand, her index finger and middle finger flew together on her forehead, and made a salute gesture: "Let's go first."

Gu Yan nodded and stood on the side of the road.

The snow on the roadside has been flattened, revealing the fuzzy and withered grass roots.

He watched the off-road vehicle roll out of the snow and drive out of the camp.

The headlights were gathered and opened, and at the corner of the mountain road, the pupils of wild animals reflected the snow that no one had ever walked into, and scarlet light and shadows were emitting.

He stood for a moment, turned around, lifted the curtain and entered.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Gu Yan called Peng Shen according to the plan.

Unexpectedly, the ringtone rang for nearly a minute and mechanically hung up.

Gu Yan frowned.

He kept his voice down and called again calmly.

...

After the busy and orderly sound, no one answered.

The whole house was silent.

A leader sitting near the corner of the tent suddenly said, "How could I hear the ringing outside?"

Gu Yan raised his eyebrows, closed the earpiece with one hand, and listened intently.

really.

A ringtone came outside the tent, faintly, with the sound of "Bangbang" beating, and one sound passed quickly.

The more urgent the sound was, the colder his spine became.

Like a death talisman, one by one, the death harsh is coming.

...

The mountain road is covered with snow, and the ruts left by Pengshen when he went up the mountain are still not covered by heavy snow in a short period of time.

Qu Yixian followed the rut and bent along the mountain road.

Half an hour later, I finally arrived at the end of the road near the top of the mountain.

This is a three-way intersection.

The stone grains at the intersection ended like crushed caramel pieces, abruptly in front of the path leading to the top of the mountain.

The rocks in the distance are rugged, covered with silver and snow. The artificially bound wooden fence has been broken, with only a few scattered boards standing on the edge of the cliff, reminding the "danger of broken walls" here.

Qu Yixian stopped the car at the intersection and got off to check.

After Peng Shen's ruts were printed here, they were artificially disrupted.

There is no longer only a clear car print on the open space at the intersection of Sancha Road, but several complex and intertwined ruts, which make people unable to find the beginning and end, and even more unable to distinguish the direction.

Qu Yixian looked around in front, back, left and right, gestured with his hands, and demonstrated to Fu Xun: "This effect is similar to drifting.

The car started to accelerate on the mountain road, flipped its tail uphill, and drew a semicircle with the revolver as the axis."

"Then he began to circle and circle, blurring all the ruts that might have exposed his whereabouts."

Finally, she came up with the result: "We are lost."

Fu Xun had different concerns from her. After getting off the car, he focused on observing the intersection of three small roads.

Since Peng Shen deliberately wanted to hide his whereabouts, there would naturally be no traces left at the intersection.

It’s just strange that the snow on the three roads seemed to have never been stepped on, and the eyes were full of silver.

The car seemed to drive here and ran directly into the cliff and disappeared.

He raised his wrist, looked at the time, and reminded her: "Half an hour has passed, and Gu Yan has not called yet."

What Fu Xun implied was that something happened.

Whether it was them who were going up the mountain to open the road or Gu Yan at the foot of the mountain, it was obvious that inevitable accidents occurred.

This news is undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Qu Yixian felt a moment of confusion. She didn't speak immediately, as if she had thought about a countermeasure. When she spoke, her tone was calm and calm: "Then let's go to the phone to ask about the situation."

Fu Xun did not stop him.

He subconsciously believed that since Gu Yan had expired for ten minutes, it was obvious that there was an accident that happened within these ten minutes that made him unable to contact them in time.

It has nothing to do with whom it calls.

really.

Qu Yixian's face became dark after plucking the phone, and she looked a little ugly: "No one answered."

"It's okay."

Fu Xun held her hand, brushed the snow falling from her shoulder with one hand, and whispered to comfort her: "Gu Yan has the ability to handle the critical situation. If we turn back now, we may not be able to help, and we have also wasted our time."

He took off his gloves, stroked the corners of her eyes with his fingers, and pondered: "We may underestimate Peng Shen."

"He should have considered what happens every step, and preset different ways of dealing with it, one step at a time, and a careful plan.

We thought we were one step ahead of him and could catch Gu Yan off guard.

In fact, he was plotting to the scene and plotted into the bureau.”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head, rubbed his nose against her, and said, "The more you are like this, the more you should calm down. Even if you are always plotting against the wind."

——Even if he keeps calculating, he will turn the tables against the wind.

The last sentence, like a revelation, made Qu Yixian grab a trace of Qingming from the chaos.

She closed her eyes hard and forced herself to empty her brain for three seconds.

Three seconds later, she opened her eyes and held his cold fingers: "Wang Kun has worked here, so he must be familiar with the terrain.

He has always been favored by Peng Shen and has helped him do a lot of things. This time, he must have thought that he and Peng Shen were on the same boat.

Peng Shen’s advantage is that he is familiar with the terrain of the snow-capped mountains.”

Gu Yan didn't answer the phone.

What situation can make him unable to answer the phone?

Where is Peng Shen?

He pointed out Gu Yan the road to the glacier and the fog swamp, but why did he deliberately erase his whereabouts and let her wait in the same place like a headless fly?

She couldn't think of the answers to these, but no matter how urgent it is, if she only stays here, there will never be an answer.

She raised her eyes, and there seemed to be a light of inspiration in her mind. A clue was as fast as a flying fish with wings. Before she could see clearly, she disappeared.

The impatient thing about to emerge and was trapped in the cage made her burn her internal organs as if she was in a fire. She held the fire and had nowhere to go, and took off her sunglasses and threw them at the intersection.

With this throw, the yellow grass poles on the roadside swayed, revealing a milestone covered by weeds...

Qu Yixian was stunned.

The red shadow passing by her eyes repeatedly replayed in her mind several times. She confirmed that she was right. She quickly stepped forward and pushed away the small stones that were covered by the weeds.

This time, she finally saw clearly.

The stone tablet standing by the roadside is said to be a milestone, but it is not standardized.

It is neither the white red letters on the national highway nor the white blue letters on the provincial highway. Even the white black letters on the county highway are very different from it.
To be continued...