Ding Chi glanced at the fork in the road beside the pier and saw that the road to the north had already pulled up the blockade line. Two policemen stood in front of the blockade line, armed with guns, and looked like they were not allowed to enter.

Zhu Zhiyang glanced at it, frowned and refused to speak. But his girlfriend Gu Jiahui stopped doing it: "Old Song, what do you mean?"

Lao Song said: "I mean since I can't go to the barracks, I'd better just play. The iron pot of fish stewed here is very authentic. I'll take you to taste it later. Stay for a night and go back tomorrow."

Gu Jiahui immediately said, "That's not possible. If we want to travel, we can't go wherever we go, why do we come here and even spend money to hire you to lead the way?"

"Isn't this impossible? Who would have thought that something happened in the past two days? You saw that the police have come, and no one can get through."

Gu Jiahui had to say something, but Zhu Zhiyang waved his hand, stopped Gu Jiahui's words, and asked concisely: "Is this the only way to get to the abandoned barracks? Is there any other way?"

Old Song laughed and said nothing.

Zhu Zhiyang thought for a while and said, "Then you can take us to settle first."

"Okay, then follow me, my car is in the dock." As he spoke, Lao Song took the initiative to help carry two boxes, then led the way, and led the group to a shabby van.

Lao Song's broken van was found from somewhere, and it was not even a sign with a broken van. It was scary when it started. Wumang Island was not big, and there were only a few dozen households on the island. The geographical conditions mean that the residents on the island might have boats, but few cars were rare. There was not even a police station on the island, so no one cared about whether Lao Song's broken van was hung with a sign with a sign.

The car came out of the dock and drove out for only one mile before entering the fishing village. Lao Song's house was next to the fishing village, with six large tiled houses and colored steel made of the roof. Because he had collected Zhu Zhiyang's deposit in advance, Lao Song drove his family to his relative's house early to live in the house for temporary residence, and the house was given to Zhu Zhiyang and others.

The ground dragon in the house felt the heat as soon as he entered the house. Lao Song briefly introduced the several rooms he had made for Zhu Zhiyang, and then shouted that he wanted to show off his skills and let everyone try the authentic stewed fish cakes.

Old Song ran to the kitchen to work hard. Ding Chi helped put the equipment box, and then heard Gu Jiahui ask: "What should I do now? You can't eat a meal of fish stewed in iron pot and go back, right?"

The other people didn't say anything, all looked at Zhu Zhiyang. Zhu Zhiyang lowered his head and pondered for a while, raised his head and said, "Wait first, I'll talk to Lao Song later to see if I can find another way."

Zhao Che said from the side: "The police have closed the road. This is a bit weird. I think we should go back quickly after we finish eating."

Chen Xi asked: "What should I do if the show?"

"When you go back, you can find a broken house and just do it. It's just a show. Anyway, that's how it was done before."

Qin Shuning blinked and interrupted, "Isn't it good to fool people like this?"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Che said: "There is no small red in this world. The audience who watch programs like us are just trying to excite. As long as they make a thriller, they don't care whether they are lying or not."

Zhao Che's words made Gu Jiahui feel a little moved. She reached out and pulled Zhu Zhiyang: "Zhi Yang, what do you say?"

Zhu Zhiyang's face looked a little ugly: "You can't lie. I'll talk to Lao Song again, at worst I can add some money. If it really doesn't work, I would rather not do this episode."

Zhao Che opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, but he swallowed it back. Zhu Zhiyang was his financial back, so he naturally did whatever the financial back said.

After a while, Lao Song invited everyone to eat. Several people sat around the stove, and the lid of the pot was lifted, and the fragrance was filled with freshness. A few fish were stewed in the pot, with green green green onion and coriander on top, and a circle of stick-milled cakes were covered with stick-milled cakes around. The cake was exposed, half of which was soaked in the fish soup, and it looked very delicious.

Why do others think deeply and Ding Chi doesn't pay attention? He has almost digested the pizza at noon at this time, so he picked up chopsticks and feasted, eating a bite of fish and pancakes, and enjoyed it.

Zhu Zhiyang took a few bites and then talked to Lao Song alone. After ten minutes, Zhu Zhiyang came back proudly.

Gu Jiahui immediately asked: "How is it?"

Zhu Zhiyang curled his lips: "I added two thousand yuan. Old Song said there was a small road that could pass through the barracks. Eat quickly, after eating, he took us over, and then came over to pick us up the next morning."

These words immediately made everyone feel relieved, so they had a big appetite. In a blink of an eye, the pot of fish was eaten clean. As soon as he finished his meal, Old Song came over to urge him, saying that it would be dark later. Even if he gave him 20,000 yuan, he would not dare to send a few people over.

Several people hurriedly packed up and got on the car with their equipment and camping equipment. Lao Song started the car and came out of the fishing village and walked northwards around the island. When he saw that there was no road, he suddenly turned to a narrow dirt road. The dirt road was bumpy and bumpy, but he turned nine times and there was no straight road of more than twenty meters.

Lao Song drove the car and said, "This road was driven in the 1990s. At that time, a larvae found a group of people to go to the island to cut wood secretly, and loaded it on a boat before dawn to transport it back. When it was discovered, the forest was cut off. This road was the earthen road that was towed by the timber at that time. The forests on both sides of the road were later replanted by the village and transported saplings into it. After a while, the earthen road was compacted and kept it."

The car bumped violently, and Zhu Zhiyang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, accidentally got hit by the head. It hurt but it didn't hurt, but he was shocked. He hurriedly said, "Old Song, please drive slowly."

"Slow down? That won't work. It's getting dark. How can I go back after I open it slowly? I'll tell you, the barracks are really evil. Don't blame me if something happens, then I won't tell you."

"Okay, okay, if we don't have evil nature, we won't come yet. How far is it?"

“It’ll be here soon.”

Ten minutes later, Lao Song stopped the van and looked back at everyone and said, "I'm here, hurry up and move things down."

Zhao Che poked his head out and looked for a long time. There was a forest on the left side of the road and a hillside on the right. He couldn't see the barracks no matter how he looked. "Where is the barracks?"

Old Song pointed to the gentle slope: "Just turn over, you can't drive up, you can walk over."
Chapter completed!