In a flash, two or three days passed, and it was two or three days when Wang Jingzhe disappeared and there was no trace.

Wang Xianzhi and Xiangque did not make a big fuss to find him. For them, it would be enough to know that people were not dead and would not care about the rest.

Even if he lets him die on his own, it's nothing.

On this day, at the junction of Sichuan and Guizhou, in the middle and lower reaches of Chishui, there is a small county town called Xuyong. From here, you will walk towards Chishui River. It won’t take long to be Guizhou Province. The county town is not large in size and has a small population. It seems particularly barren and a little backward, and the people are more kind.

A country road from Xuyong to Chishui was walking, a man who was tightly wrapped around his body. The man's dress was particularly weird. Although it was already September, the weather had to be around 30 degrees, and it was still very stuffy. Normal people were wearing short-sleeved or shorts so hot that they were sweating. However, the man's hands and feet were wrapped in clothes, even with a hat on his head, and then a large gauze scarf covered both sides of his face, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and there was almost no exposed area on his body. This looked like making rice dumplings, and it looked very hot.

This strange figure walked on the rarely-traveled rural road, and his steps seemed very heavy and scattered. His leaning forward seemed to be very hard to walk. There were very few people and cars on weekdays. Although this road was a road connecting Guizhou Province, it had not been opened to traffic yet. It was about 20 kilometers ahead. Although the Chishui River had gone by, there was a mountain blocking the two provinces of Sichuan and Guizhou Province. The road was now being built. It is said that it would be repaired and opened to traffic after the New Year.

The sun at noon looked a little big, and the rice dumplings that were tightly covered on the country road began to breathe a little as they walked. Many places from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet were soaked with sweat, and gradually his feet seemed to stagger.

"Swish" At this time, a yellow pickup truck drove past the man with a construction car from a certain China Railway Bureau. The pickup truck co-pilot tilted his head, looked at the figure who seemed to be walking hard on the roadside outside the car window, frowned and said, "Is this man crazy? He packed it for himself in a hot day like a mummy, and isn't afraid of heatstroke? Look at the few steps he walked, he was shaking and looking at his eyes turning down."

On the other side of the country road, there is a slope of 60 to 70 degrees below the Chishui River, which is winding through. This season, the river water is quite turbulent. If someone falls down from the road and falls into the river, it will definitely be washed away by the water.

"Crill" the driver who drove the pickup truck stepped on the brakes, and the co-pilot's companion asked, "What's wrong?"

The pickup truck was hung up in the reverse gear, and the driver looked at the rearview mirror and said, "Let him take him all the way. I guess he is a fellow villager who is rushing. There are about ten kilometers ahead of him. When will he go? Anyway, it's just the way, so I'll bring him a section."

"Yeah, let's live Lei Feng?"

"Doing good things is not a bad thing..." Pickup came back and stopped in front of the man. The two of them in the car were so close to each other before they could see each other clearly through the window. They immediately jumped. Not only was the man covered his body and under his body tightly, but his face was also covered. He couldn't even see what he looked like. It was daytime, and if he saw it in the middle of the night, he could scare the person.

The people on the road stopped, turned their heads slightly, and looked at the people in Pikari without any emotion.

"Ba, bha," the co-pilot patted the car door and raised his head and shouted, "Oh, where are the fellow villagers? If we go forward, we will take you all the way. There are no cars here."

Zongzi looked at them quietly, and turned his head back without saying a word.

The co-pilot said in a low voice in surprise: "Are you a fool?"

"Bang" The driver pushed open the car door, picked up a bottle of water, came to the other party, unscrewed it, handed it over, and said, "We are the road construction ahead, and we are just pulling the tools to walk to Chiliang Mountain. Are you a nearby villager? If you go along, I will take you for a distance, which will be more than ten kilometers away. The weather is so hot."

Zongzi stared at a bottle of water in his hand, and swallowed his saliva and moved his Adam's apple as if he was conditioned and reflexively. He hesitated and stretched out his hand. The other party looked down and found that the hand in his sleeve was actually wearing gloves.

"Gudu, Gudu..." The man was really thirsty. After taking the level, he raised his head and started drinking. He drank half of the bottle of water in an instant.

Seeing this, the driver of the pickup truck advised him again: "Will you leave?"

"Thank you!" Zongzi spoke, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke.

Zongzi got on the pickup truck and sat in the back seat. Then he lowered his head and said silently. He hurriedly put his arms around his body and leaned against the car door, as if he was out of place with the world.

The pickup truck started and walked along the rural road. The two people here were driving Wang Jingwei, and the co-pilot was Deng Qiming. They were employees of a certain bureau of China Railway. They have been stationed in the junction of Sichuan and Guizhou for more than a year. There is a project in their bureau, which is to build a highway from Chishui to Xuyong. Now it is the most critical time for the project.

This time, the two of them went to the city to buy some mechanical accessories. When they rushed to the construction site, they picked up an inexplicable rice dumpling on the side of the road.

For more than twenty minutes, the construction area was in front of the pickup truck. Many people were wearing work clothes and hard helmets and surrounded each other. In front of them was a mountain. The lower middle area had been flattened, revealing a dark tunnel opening, and there was a roar of machine operations.

After the pickup truck stopped, Deng Qiming turned around and asked, "My fellow villager, we have arrived, have you arrived too? Get off the bus?"

Deng Qiming and Wang Jingwei opened the car door and got off, and the people in the back seat followed him, then walked to the side without saying a word and sat on the ground, raising their heads slightly without knowing what they were looking at.

"What's wrong with him? Are you not leaving?" Deng Qiming asked.

"Stop worrying. He didn't say anything when he brought him here. He probably lived nearby. Maybe he was tired and planned to take a rest..."

Deng Qiming and Wang Jingwei ignored the strange man. They started moving accessories down from the car and then followed other colleagues to build the work together.

Time flies by. After afternoon, it is around evening. It is not dark at four or five o'clock, and the construction site temporarily stops construction. After eating the bowl and taking a break, the construction must be continued at six o'clock. Today, their project is at a critical moment. After the shield machine opened the mountain, it will start the next step and prepare for reinforcement.
Chapter completed!