Looking far away, I could only feel the mountains and valleys and deep trees at my feet, and the cliffs on both sides were like knives and axes. It's like a green python leaping on the ground, spreading from end to end, and it is difficult to find the source. Secretly weighing in my heart, if you wait for those footmen who pick up the mountain, and really want to go through the valley from here, where should they go
At this moment, the shoulders suddenly sank.
When I turned around, I was surprised.
The old bandit who thought it was Uncle Huang couldn't bear to be lonely, and came over to the sky. No, the person here is actually Yu Mingjie. This guy has always come to see me not pleasing to the eye. He usually sits next to his butt and doesn't bother to pay attention to me.
At this moment, come forward, what do you want to do
I stunned, and urged narrowly: "Oh, Officer Yu, it's you! This is rare, what can I do for advice?"
Yu Mingjie sighed helplessly and said, "Why, I can't find you if I'm okay?"
After he finished speaking, he paused, then turned around and glanced at the old bandit Huang Shu, before saying, "Yan Zhi, that person... is really the elder of the Wen team?"
I can understand what's going on when I look at my words and look.
Yu Mingjie, although he doesn't want to see me, he has nothing to say in terms of his integrity. He is a typical model policeman with a bit of integrity in his integrity. Naturally, Uncle Huang's stinky ills made this guy unable to believe it.
In addition, Yu Mingjie has a kind of distorted approach to Wen Fang... how to put it, by the way, personality worship. If Wen Fang said east, he would never go west even if there was a sea of swords and flames.
This kind of worship is by no means the kind of obsession that men look at women. Being clear to the face and hiding from God is like a fanatical believer who sees his own beliefs, from the inside to the outside from the heart.
Believers, of course, believe that their beliefs should be flawless and untainted.
Now, suddenly there is an old bandit like Uncle Huang, who is still Wenfang's elder, how can he not teach him to feel awkward
I deliberately made fun of him and deliberately lowered my voice and said: "Police Officer Yu, you asked me this, but I don’t know how to answer it! Is this person Wenfang’s elder, you shouldn’t ask me! The captain admits it himself, it should be no difference! But, I think he is a gangster, but he is a bit different from your Wen team..."
Yu Mingjie's face was sullen and he glanced at Uncle Huang with an obscure expression. After saying thank you inexplicably, he turned around and left.
I immediately realized that I was making a big joke this time.
Looking at the look at this guy just now, it was clear that he was wary of Uncle Huang, and secretly said: Oops, the schedule is just around the corner, the mountains and rivers are dangerous, the most important thing is that everyone is united. It happened to be self-defeating, it actually caused this guy's suspicion of Uncle Huang, and he wanted to slap himself in the face.
I hurried to stop him.
Unexpectedly, the three of Wenfang and the others came back with a gloomy expression at the moment, and they opened their mouths and reported a bad news-the porter of the village was hired by a group of people yesterday afternoon.
Until now, it has not come back.
What's more terrible is that after Wen Fang and the others inquired a little, they found that among the group of people, there was a personal appearance, which was extremely consistent with the elder Zhang in Chongping Mansion.
Suddenly, the expression on everyone's face became extremely gloomy, standing still thinking about each other, no one spoke for a long time, and the atmosphere was depressing and terrifying.
After a while, Uncle Huang sneered with a'hehe', which shocked me.
I looked at him nervously, and my heart burst out: It's broken. Could this old bandit be so anxious and desperate to find someone? That night, but I stopped him for a day, so he wouldn’t attack me...
No, Uncle Huang couldn't stop the car with a smile, and the noise became louder and louder.
Hearing my hair straightened in my heart, I couldn't help but ask him: "Huang, Uncle Huang, what are you laughing at? That group of people have gone all night, we, we should be able to keep up!"
Uncle Huang stopped laughing and said: "A good meal is not afraid of late, and a good thing is not too late. What I laughed is..."
"Those people, if they enter the mountain on the 4th or 5th in the morning, I might still worry that they will be the first step in the ancient cloud site. They tricked it!"
"Right now, they are only working half a day earlier than we entered the mountain. They just cut down the road for us to eliminate dangers and worries!"
After listening to him, I secretly said: This old bandit's thoughts are different from those of normal people. However, after careful consideration, it seems that this is true.
So, the rest of us let go of the knot.
Wenfang and the others came to the village this time, and they didn't get nothing. Although the footman was not found, the villagers found out the location of the trail.
About one mile east of our location, on the steep mountain wall, there is a'vine bridge', which goes straight down to the middle of the valley.
Speaking of the origin of this'path', we couldn't help but open our eyes.
This way, it is said that in the early years, the villagers had nowhere to go to gather herbs in the valley. In the end, they worked together and came up with a way to "see the way".
Every once in a while, they sprinkled the vigorous vine rhizomes and the iron birch stakes into blocks and sprinkled them on the bottom of the valley at the same time.
Tengen sprouts and grows on the stake, and to a certain extent, it will climb up the mountain.
Years and months, under the repeated cycles, the trees and vines climbed higher and higher, and the five-flowered big tied wooden piles were fixed in the vines, forming an upside-down vine bridge.
When I heard Wenfang and the others, I felt my scalp numb.
After everyone discussed it, they decided to pack lightly, put on the necessary equipment, and set off immediately. After finding the vine bridge that climbed the mountain along the road, I couldn't stand still.
I saw that, climbing up densely from the bottom of the mountain, many dark green rattans with thumbs as thick as a snake were divided into two strands, like two iron ropes. Fixed on the road teeth on the body of two old trees with a waist thickness.
The distance between the'chain cables' is about two meters wide.
Looking down, the mountain is covered with old and tough rattans, and the narrow leaves of the rattan are swaying and swaying in the slight wind in the air.
Inside these leaves, brown tree stumps are looming. The two ends are round and thick, but the middle is concave and flat, as if someone is stepping on it frequently. It should be the so-called step on the'Tengqiao'.
After a few glances, I felt dizzy and weak in my legs. Born in a cold sweat, he hurriedly turned his head back, and said to the others with his tongue out: "Fuck! This thing... can you leave?"
Huang Shuyi is bold, and he doesn't have much equipment. Except for the iron-clad suitcase in his right hand, he only has a soft whip soaked in ink on his waist.
The box contained the mutant snow spiders that Qin Wen gave him.
At this time, he tied the box to the soft whip, opened his mouth and spit on both palms, rubbed each other, and said, "I will go down and have a look. When I reach the bottom of the valley, I will make sure that it is safe. Come down again!"
As he spoke, he was already stepping on the stakes while holding the cane, and slowly moved downwards.
A few of us, all of us leaned over our heads in fear, staring at him not daring to breathe.
Watching him go deep into the valley, when the whole person was about to become a black spot, he grabbed the old vine and turned his head in the air and stepped firmly on the ground.
At this time, we breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, Uncle Huang explored in the forest for about half an hour, called Meiling, and briefly talked about the situation in the lower mountain col. Let us go in groups of two.
Wen Fang quickly divided the six people into groups. I and her were the first group, Meiling and Qin Ruyu were in the group, and the remaining Meng Gantang and Yu Mingjie were behind.
I was trembling all over the old vine, and my feet were on the wooden stakes. Every step I felt was like walking on thin ice, dangerous, and I didn't dare to look down.
In the end, it was helpless and could only think of a wretched way. He raised his chin intently, staring at the round buttocks above his head, regardless of good or bad thoughts, letting the brain exert its own initiative.
As the saying goes, there is a knife on the head of the color word.
This trick is really useful. When I think of some gloomy pictures, it almost makes me forget my situation. Driven by instinct, my body has reached the end of the bridge without knowing it, and my feet have stepped on the hard ground.
I didn't know anything about it.
I waited for Wen Fang to sit down in front of me when I suddenly realized this. I quickly lowered my head and saw that there was a big rock more than two meters high under my feet. I let go of my hands and feet and jumped down... (End of this chapter)