Chapter 12 New clues

Author: Lin Bababa

Chapter 12 New clues

Yun Qianfeng looked at Mengrao's yellow-orange pipe pot and pipe stem, and guessed whether they were gold or copper, so he took a closer look.

As a result, the smell of smoke was lingering, pungent and bitter, with a smell of herbs. Yun Qianfeng couldn't help but frowned and hurried away, saying:

"Oh, this smoke is so strong."

With that said, he strolled towards the back of the RV.

Jiang Roujia saw it and shouted:

"What are you going to do?"

Yun Qianfeng pointed to the dark mountainside behind the car and said:

"Go to the toilet."

Jiang Roujia pointed to the RV and said:

"Get in the car, it's so dangerous in the wilderness."

Yun Qianfeng waved his hand and said:

"The air outside is nice, I'm a big size."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the shadow of the RV.

A few minutes later, when Yun Qianfeng came back, Qin Shuying had already heated up the instant food, Yun Qianfeng washed his hands, and several people gathered around the bonfire and started filling the five internal organs temple.

Just after eating for a while, the thin mist that was floating far away before has become as thick as a cloud. Several people gathered around the bonfire, and they could not see each other's faces clearly.

But as Mengmao said, the fog did not make people feel uncomfortable.

After a few days of hard work, Yun Qianfeng and the others had little appetite, and the heavy fog was even more frightening. The two girls made a hasty effort to satisfy their stomachs before getting in the car to rest.

There were only two beds in the RV, which could not sleep four people, so Mengzhou had to set up a tent between the RV and the campfire.

Although the tents Yun Qianfeng and the others carried were small, they were still very comfortable if they were only used for sleeping. After all, they were all good products.

Meng Rao didn't have any objections. He was someone who often walked in the mountains and would dare to sleep in the wilderness just by building a shed with fallen branches.

Yun Qianfeng and Meng Rao both drank some wine and were not sleepy at the moment, so they chatted by the campfire.

"Brother Mengrao, are there many people entering the mountain every year now?"

Meng Rao shook his head and said:

"Not many, there are only one or two waves of people a year. Most of them are young people who are idle and bored, hiking and exploring, and then there are geological teams and people studying history."

Yun Qianfeng gave Meng Rao a 1916, lit one himself, and continued to ask:

"How is this year? We are the first wave into the mountains, right?"

Meng Rao took a puff of cigarette, clicked his lips, and said:

"It's been a big year this year. This is the third wave for you. A group of young people went into the mountains a few days ago, but they didn't ask us locals to be our guides. I don't know why. About two months ago, there was a group of people,

Four or five young men said they were looking for the ancient city of Champa. They didn't ask any of us locals to be our guides. They just asked me about the route on the map and gave me a lot of money. The leading young man was very generous.

"

When Yun Qianfeng heard about this time two months ago, his heart moved and he hurriedly asked:

"Do you know the name of the leader of that group two months ago?"

Meng Rao shook his head and said:

"I don't know what his name is, but I know his surname is Jiang. He is very energetic. What? Do you know this guy?"

Before Yun Qianfeng could reply, Jiang Roujia's startled voice came from the open window of the RV:

"Is there a red mole on the left side of your eyebrow?"

Meng Rao tilted his head to recall, nodded quickly and said:

"Yes, yes, there is such a mole, you really know each other!"

Before Meng Rao finished speaking, Jiang Roujia, already barefoot, ran out in her cotton pajamas.

Under the thin pajamas, she was tall and beautiful, and a pair of delicate polka dots made her eyes dazzle.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Shuying also came out, but she was wearing slippers.

Different from Jiang Roujia, this woman is truly soft and charming, mellow and quivering, like the ripe and honest ears of wheat swaying in the wind.

My blinded eyes no longer knew where to put them, so I sat cross-legged next to the campfire and bent over slightly, puffing hard on my cigarette.

As soon as Jiang Roujia rushed out, she asked hurriedly:

"After that person entered the mountain two months ago, did they come back?"

Meng Rao licked his lips, his eyes flickered up and down, and replied:

"I really have no impression of this, and there is no way to know. Many people enter the mountains here, but go out in other places, even to the Burma area. There is no way to know."

Jiang Roujia's face was filled with surprise and joy. She couldn't help but grab Yun Qianfeng's arm and said incoherently:

"Yun Qianfeng, your judgment is all right! My brother is really here. My brother has not disappeared, he is still here."

Qin Shuying, who was behind Jiang Roujia, took a deep breath and seemed to be digesting the news.

Jiang Yulin really existed, and Qin Shuying knew that the happiness in her memory was really just a colorful bubble, which completely shattered before the truth, and there was no possibility of going back.

In fact, she is more pitiful than Jiang Roujia. Her known memories are false, and her real memories are completely unknown to her. She has no memory of her former lover Jiang Yulin and has no way of belonging. She is like a lonely ghost.

Jiang Roujia thought of something and asked Meng Rao:

"Are they going to the same places we are?"

Meng Rao shook his head and said:

"I don't know exactly where they are going. They only asked about a few routes into the mountain and didn't say anything else. They looked very mysterious."

Yun Qianfeng patted Jiang Roujia on the shoulder, comforted her and said:

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's go have a good rest with Miss Qin and recharge ourselves. We will go find your brother and the others tomorrow. Trust my judgment."

Jiang Roujia nodded obediently and then turned back to the RV. Qin Shuying also turned back. The two women were still in a cold war and ignored each other.

After the two women returned, Yun Qianfeng unfolded the map and asked:

"Brother Mengrao, tell me the route that Mr. Jiang asked about."

Meng Rao recalled and pointed at the map. Yun Qianfeng wrote it down with a pen and fell into deep thought.

Because he discovered that the route Jiang Yulin asked for pointed to at least two destinations. Although the distance between the west and the south was not too far, according to the satellite map, there were mountains and rivers between them, making it extremely difficult to cross.

You can only take a long way around.

"The direction of Pangea is exactly opposite to that of modern land. The south direction is naturally the projection coordinate of Zhuque Qisu. The west direction I ignored. In the position of Pangea more than 10,000 years ago, the White Tiger Qisu was also very high. Jiang Yulin, you must not

Go west, that is deep in the Savage Mountains, a place where there is no return!"

Previously, Yun Qianfeng used the Suzaku constellation for projection positioning, and the range of those coordinates was outside Savage Mountain, so Yun Qianfeng did not have any psychological pressure.

But if it is the current coordinate position of White Tiger Qisu, Yun Qianfeng feels uneasy just thinking about it.

When the 30,000-strong expeditionary force retreated across the depths of Savage Mountain, only 3,000 people came out alive in the end, which shows how dangerous it was. What's even more dangerous is that even those who came out alive didn't know what happened to their comrades.

When it comes to death, danger is preceded by the unknown, making it almost unsolvable.

Late at night, Yun Qianfeng returned to the RV to rest while hiding his worries.

He was originally going to take a nap on the sofa in the living room, but before he could lie down, he heard soft footsteps walking from the bed.

Jiang Roujia came to the living room and took Yun Qianfeng's arm to the bedside where she slept.

Yun Qianfeng understood Jiang Roujia's intentions. She didn't like herself, but was worried about a sudden problem with her memory.

At this moment, her brother is probably in the mountains in front of her, and she doesn't allow accidents to happen.

Yun Qianfeng nodded slightly, took off his coat and pants, and got into bed. As soon as his ear touched the pillow, he heard the "dong-dong-dong" heartbeat. He didn't know whether it was his own or Jiang Roujia's.

Fortunately, the bed Qin Shuying slept on was above the driver's seat, far away from here, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing.

The 1.5-meter-wide bed is not crowded for a couple to sleep on, but it is obviously not enough for Yun Qianfeng and Jiang Roujia to sleep on.

The two of them were back to back, trying not to touch each other as much as possible, so that Yun Qianfeng's legs could rest on the edge of the bed just by his heels.

It was quite warm here during the day, but it was very wet and cold at night. After a while, Yun Qianfeng couldn't bear the cold anymore. He turned around, facing the back of Jiang Roujia's head, and got into bed.

As a result, contact between the two was inevitable. Yun Qianfeng heard a violent "dong dong" sound on his pillow again, and he was still not sure who it belonged to.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Roujia turned around at this time, faced Yun Qianfeng, and asked softly:

"Yun Qianfeng, why do you think Meng Rao can remember my brother's existence? Why hasn't his memory been tampered with because of this?"

Yun Qianfeng looked into Jiang Roujia's eyes and whispered:

"Maybe it's because he doesn't know your brother's name, maybe because his existence can't prove anything, or maybe it's because the existence that uses this kind of memory tampering ability doesn't dare to expand its use unscrupulously. After all, it requires a huge amount of calculations.

Making tampered people and things appear normal, no matter what the reason is, is good news for us, because it proves that "it" is not omnipotent."

Jiang Roujia nodded, sighed and said:

"It's hard to imagine that a person's memory has been tampered with but he doesn't realize it. This is really unimaginable."

Yun Qianfeng smiled lightly and said:

"It's not surprising at all. Just like when we dream about the deceased person in our dreams, we don't realize that he has passed away. The human body is very complicated, and it is too complicated to be imagined by our thinking. Go to sleep and get up early tomorrow."

"Um"

In the jungle shrouded in thick fog, a figure was silent. His eyes were staring at the direction of the RV through the gaps in the plants. It wasn't until Mengyao got into the tent and Yun Qianfeng walked into the RV that he turned around and disappeared into the dark jungle.
Chapter completed!