Sure enough, as the chief of the police station said, all the roads outside Wuli Town were dirt roads.
The 18th bend of the mountain road is flanked by a turbulent river, and on the right side of the road are towering mountains. The police from the Wuli Town Police Station are responsible for driving. In order to prevent danger on such a road, the speed of the car is slowed down.
The scenery on both sides of the strait is beautiful, and no one cares to watch it, and the whole group is turned upside down.
Lin Yan patted on the car door and signaled the driver to stop.
As soon as the car stopped on the side of the road, she opened the door and jumped off. Song Yuhang followed her and handed her a bottle of mineral water and paper towels.
He didn't eat much in the morning and vomited all up. Seeing her squatting by the side of the road with a pale face, Song Yuhang patted her on the back lightly, feeling a little distressed.
"Here, drink some water, hold on a little longer, it's almost here."
Lin Yan took it over and the bottle cap had already been loosened. There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and he quickly pressed it down again.
"It's okay, let's go."
The group stopped and went, and when they arrived at Xiaohe Village, it was already dark. The police who led the way stopped the car on the side of the road and pointed to the halfway up the mountain.
"Captain Song, Xiaohe Village is over there."
The village on the mountainside is lit up with dots of lights, and it looks like stars falling into the mountains from a distance.
Duan Cheng was dumbfounded: "Why is there still a village built on the mountain?"
The policeman smoked a cigarette and let out a "sigh": "Poor, the young and capable have all gone out to work, and only the older generation is still clinging to their one-acre three-point land, and they can still get a little harvest every year. Where do you live on the mountain? Decades ago, the tin mine had its glory days, and then there was a mine accident. Experts came and assessed that it did not meet the safety production standards, and they were banned. Even the electric light was switched on just the year before last. .”
A police car would definitely not be able to drive up such a narrow mountain road, and a group of people followed him to climb up.
Song Yuhang stretched out his hand to brush away the eucalyptus seeds that were brushing his face, and grabbed a handful of the fruit, peeled off the skin and handed it to Lin Yan: "Try it, the scientific name is Jinyingzi, it's very sweet."
"What is this...can I eat it?" Lin Yan looked at the ugly fruit in his palm with some distaste, and hesitated to speak.
Song Yuhang didn't look back, and while climbing up, grabbed some for others.
"It can be eaten. My mother used to make wine with it, and it can also be used as medicine."
The policeman in front smiled: "Unexpectedly, Team Song knows a lot."
After hearing this, Lin Yan carefully took a small bite. The sweet and sour taste melted on the tip of his tongue instantly, and the discomfort caused by motion sickness was also relieved a lot.
She frowned, and swallowed it all, her mouth was full of fluid, and the corners of her eyes were filled with joy.
Song Yuhang timely handed over a handful of peeled fruits: "Don't eat too much, and share some with others."
Lin Yan let out an "oh" and reluctantly parted ways.
While climbing up, Song Yuhang shared some delicious wild fruits with them while chatting with the policeman.
"It's so remote here, how often do you come here?"
This question made the police feel a little embarrassed: "One... one month... It's not that we don't want to come... As you can see, Lute is not easy to walk, and there are not many people in the village. Every time they come to deal with it, they are all sneaky people. Little things, last month we also solved a case of stealing chickens, guess who the suspect is?"
Song Yuhang didn't really blame him, he smiled and said, "Weasel."
"You're so smart!"
The policeman slapped her thigh. She looked younger than her and had a more lively personality. She climbed up a dirt slope and wanted to turn around and drag her. Unexpectedly, Song Yuhang didn't need him to worry about it at all. He went up, and then turned around and pulled his team members up one by one.
"Myself..." Before Lin Yan finished speaking, Song Yuhang's hand was already on her arm, and one hand fell on her waist, which was equivalent to half-supporting and half-holding someone up.
Lin Yan gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Song Yuhang, are you still addicted to hugging?"
Song Yuhang blinked his innocent eyes, and with an expression that I don't understand what you are talking about, he reached out to help Fang Xin, but he held his arm very obediently, without touching his hand.
"Have they all come up yet?" When everyone arrived, she glanced down and saw that there was a dark undergrowth, and turned around to leave.
"Team Song, Team Song, and me..." Zheng Chengrui hugged the tree underneath, waving his thick arms vigorously, panting, feeling like he would collapse to the ground at any moment.
Song Yuhang jumped down again: "Come, help."
Several male detectives also went down.
Standing on the flat ground, Lin Yan watched them tug, push, and pull, forcibly torturing a two-hundred-pound fat man to the point of death.
Fang Xin: "Who gave Old Zheng the courage to come up with us?"
Lin Yan: "Liang Jingru."
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Qing'an County.
There were no pedestrians on the street in the middle of the night, and three or two drunkards staggered across the road with their shoulders crossed.
The wind knocked down the soda can in the corner, and was stepped on and kicked aside.
The private clinic hidden in the alley was about to close, the little doctor yawned, and just as he lowered the shutter door, there was a metal object on his back.
He swallowed: "Who? Rob... Rob? I... I have no money..."
The mask blocked most of the face, the man only showed a pair of eyes outside, and his voice was very low and fierce: "Open the door."
Trembling, the little doctor took out the keys from his pocket, and inadvertently turned his head and saw something on his waist. His knees gave way suddenly, and the scream was still stuck in his throat, and he was knocked unconscious by the gun butt.
The man opened the rolling gate, dragged him in and tied him to a chair, and then came out to help someone into the clinic from the corner of the street. The rolling gate fell, and darkness flooded everything.
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Even though Lin Yan's physical strength is better than most girls, motion sickness and high-altitude mountain climbing still make her overwhelmed, not to mention the people walking behind her.
"How long is it?" She gasped while leaning on the tree.
"Come on, come on, there is still one kilometer left." The criminal policeman who was walking in front turned on the flashlight and looked at the map.
Song Yuhang turned around, took her exploration box and carried it on his back, and reached out to support her.
"Is it okay?"
Lin Yan held her hand and stepped on another steep slope with dead branches and rotten leaves.
"Okay, let's go."
Song Yuhang squeezed her hand, the palm was covered with sweat.
"No, just say, stop and have a rest."
"No need..." Lin Yan pulled out her hand to grab the investigation box on her shoulder: "I will do it myself."
Song Yuhang dodged and went to pull others up, Lin Yan gradually tightened the corners of his lips, his face was a little displeased, but there was a faint warmth in his heart.
Who doesn't like to be taken care of, no matter how powerful a woman is.
"It's strange, I clearly remember it was here last time I came here." The policeman took a map and a compass and turned around in the forest, muttering.
Song Yuhang walked up: "What's wrong?"
"The compass is broken."
He patted the instrument and shook it again, but it remained motionless.
"Old Zheng." Song Yuhang called out, and Zheng Chengrui readily agreed, and it took a long time before he climbed up out of breath.
"Locate our current position."
Before coming here, I was afraid of getting lost in the deep mountains and old forests, so I specially made double insurance, a paper map, and a GPS coordinates.
He sat down cross-legged, turned on his laptop, and entered the coordinates. A few small red dots flashed on the map, which was their location, and the destination was not far to the southwest.
Song Yuhang looked at the crown trees in the forest to find the direction, then touched the bark of the big tree beside him, and pondered for a while: "Let's go over there."
Lin Yan stretched out his hand to wipe the drops of water on his forehead: "Why—"
She looked up and saw that the forest was not seeing the sun, and it was completely dark. A gust of wind blew, the trees shook, and the raindrops had already slammed down.
In high-altitude areas, it is said that the wind is the rain, and everyone was caught off guard. Seeing that the machine was flooded, Zheng Chengrui quickly put it away and hugged it in his arms. This is his lifeline.
Duan Cheng also took off the camera bag and put a plastic bag on the outside, shouting in the pouring rain: "Captain Song, shall we still go?!"
Song Yuhang climbed up a few meters, wiped the rain on his face, and found a buffer platform under the raised cliff.
"Don't go, come here to take shelter from the rain and wait for the rain to stop."
A group of people squeezed in one by one, three women and five men, all of them looked at each other, it was a bit funny to have fun in bitterness.
Policeman: "Usually we are here to rescue lost tourists, but today we are also tourists."
"Here, the cigarettes can still be smoked, and they haven't been softened." A criminal policeman took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed them one by one.
Duan Cheng is the youngest among them, and when it was his turn, the criminal police took him back: "You, forget it, you are underage."
After a burst of laughter, the policeman took the lighter and lit the cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke ring: "I was only so old when I first started working, and the first half of my life is almost over and I am still in this mountain corner..."
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The rain outside was getting heavier, a few people were chatting, Lin Yan sat hugging her knees by the pass, didn't pick up a cigarette and didn't speak, usually she was always the focus of the crowd, the most noisy one.
Song Yuhang knew that when Li Bin died, her clues would be broken. She felt uncomfortable and couldn't make a fuss, but she didn't say anything.
She moved over and put her coat on her body: "Is it cold?"
"No." Lin Yan said, took off his coat, and sat outside a little.
The rain dripped down the trees, and Song Yuhang brought him back again.
They were already a little far away from the main force, Lin Yan struggled, lowered his voice and said, "Song Yuhang, what exactly do you want?"
Song Yuhang put the coat back on her again: "I care about you, don't keep rejecting my kindness."
"I, no, need, want." Lin Yan said word by word.
Song Yuhang glanced back, seeing that no one was looking at them, he stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her nose: "Duplicity."
This gesture was too intimate, making Lin Yan's face burn, and he became more and more uncomfortable.
Fortunately, someone rescued her.
"Captain Song isn't married yet, right?" The grassroots policeman was still a little curious about the female leaders in the city.
Song Yuhang sat back again: "No."
The man smiled: "I guess that's it. Those who are married, those with families, and some who are willing to go to the front line."
"Where's Forensic Doctor Lin?"
Somehow, the topic turned to her again. Although the female forensic doctor didn't talk much along the way, her appearance really made it impossible to ignore her existence.
After much deliberation, the policeman couldn't think of an accurate adjective. Suddenly, he thought of a sentence commonly used in martial arts: cold beauty.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yan turned around and smiled, but there was something bright and moving.
"No, but there are quite a few boyfriends. It's very annoying to go to his house every day, and change houses every two, four, and six every day."
As soon as she finished speaking, the branch Song Yuhang used to scrape the soil broke in his hand with a "creak".
The policeman's smile froze on his face: "Ha ha... ha ha... Forensic doctor Lin is really... really..."
He really didn't think of it for a long time.
Duan Cheng pricked up his ears: "Listen, what's the sound?"
Everyone held their breaths, and everything was silent, except for the crackling of rainwater on the branches.
They huddled in the mountain depression, it was pitch black outside, and they couldn't see their fingers.
Fang Xin was a little terrified, it was her first time staying in the wilderness.
"What... what sound? Why didn't I hear it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud wolf howl in the mountains and forests, one after another, it was creepy.
It was the first time for Duan Cheng to hear this kind of animal howling that he had only seen on TV and in the zoo at close range, and his goosebumps came down.
Along with the howling of wolves, there was a rustling sound in the forest not far away.
Lin Yan calmly touched the mechanical stick on his waist.
Song Yuhang pulled her back, loaded the bullet, and walked out with a bent body: "I'll go and have a look."
Lin Yan pulled her away, and suddenly became anxious and angry: "Song Yuhang!"
Song Yuhang took the flashlight and got into the forest without looking back.
The rest of the people stayed in place and waited anxiously. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Yan stood awkwardly, reached out and wiped the rainwater from his face, tightly grasped the mechanical stick in his hand, and stared at the direction she was leaving .
The rustling sound in the forest became louder and louder, and the flashlight swayed back and forth, about tens of meters away, and she could no longer be seen under the cover of the trees. I heard her say something in a trance, and then The flashlight went out suddenly.
Lin Yan shot out like an arrow from the string.
"Song Yuhang!" She raised her voice and shouted.
Song Yuhang was hit by the rain and branches, and the mud and sand on her face were wiped, and the light of the flashlight reflected her anxious face above.
She picked up a stone and smashed it against a tree, and made a sound to attract her attention: "I am here, a fellow villager is also trapped, go and call someone."
Lin Yan's flashlight was turned down, and she was still holding a seventy or eighty-year-old woman in her arms, leading a goat.
The movement just now must have been made by this one person and one sheep. They thought the wolf was coming.
Lin Yan really wanted to scold her: "If you don't mind your own business, you will die, right?"
The buffer platform is narrow, and one step back is the abyss.
Song Yuhang just smiled: "Okay, I'm fine, let's go."
The rope was brought over quickly, and the old man was hoisted up first, then the sheep, and finally Song Yuhang.
Lin Yan didn't want to reach out to help her at first, but seeing that she was struggling to hold on to the rope, she reluctantly passed her hand over.
Song Yuhang used his strength to turn over, and the recoil caused the two of them to take a few steps back at the same time, which was equivalent to her hugging Song Yuhang, or Song Yuhang bumping into her arms.
The heartbeat was as loud as rain.
Lin Yan pushed her away with both hands, turned around and left.
"Hey—Lin Yan, listen to me." Song Yuhang felt that his gun was still there, heaved a sigh of relief, and saw her walking away, so he quickly raised his heels.
The old man was babbling in the local dialect, and the group of people were so confused that even the police didn't understand, so they scratched their heads.
She went to pull Song Yuhang again, handed the rope that tied the sheep to her, and murmured a few words.
Song Yuhang understood: "You want us to go with you?"
The old man looked at the uniform on her body and nodded, and gave another thumbs up. Song Yuhang raised his foot to signal the others to follow.
The locals are still familiar with the road, and after a group of people walked in the rain for a long time, the terrain became flat. After turning around a bamboo forest, they arrived at the old man's house, a small thatched hut.
There were many of them, and the old man was a little embarrassed, talking and bowing at the same time, Song Yuhang helped him up.
"Thank you for taking me in, otherwise we would have spent the night outside in heavy rain."
Song Yuhang drove the sheep into the fence and closed the chai gate.
The old man was getting old, and his legs and feet were not flexible. He limped and took out a towel from the room and handed it to her, motioning for her to wipe her face.
The towel was so dirty that the original color could not be seen, Song Yuhang didn't dislike it, he took it and wanted to wipe his face, but suddenly thought of something, and handed the towel to Lin Yan.
Lin Yan took a step back and dismissed it: "You can wipe it yourself."
She wasn't angry either, so she wiped her face and smoothed her short hair. Her wet black hair was tucked behind her ears, and the uniform was sticking to her body, making her look more muscular and muscular.
The old woman turned on the kerosene lamp in the house, lit a fire, and beckoned them to come in and sit down.
The room was not big, and it was ventilated on all sides. There was a small table for eating outside, which was also pitch black. Several people sat on their shoulders. There were no extra benches, and the old man brought in some dry straw.
A group of people just sat on the ground and warmed up by the fire.
The old man faltered and mumbled for a while, then went out, everyone was puzzled, Fang Xin followed out worried, and after a while, he came back and said, "Someone here to help light the fire."
They suddenly realized, Duan Cheng rolled up his sleeves and followed: "I'll come, I'll come."
The group of people was exhausted after traveling and traveling during the day, and climbing the mountain in the rain at night, but when they heard that there was food, they became excited, and even Lin Yan looked forward to it a little.
But when the food was served, she was dumbfounded, and took a spoon to stir the muddy rice paste, with vegetable leaves and things she couldn't name floating in it.
"Pig food?"
Duan Cheng glanced at her indescribably, but still picked up the bowl.
Song Yuhang took a sip: "Try it, it tastes pretty good."
Lin Yan sat back and said, "No, you can eat."
As soon as the words fell, his stomach grumbled in due time.
Lin Yan turned his face away, Song Yuhang shook his head helplessly.
Seeing that she didn't eat, the old man was a little anxious, and murmured around her and didn't know what to say, but Lin Yan ignored it.
The old man filled another bowl and brought it to her. The old man's hand holding the bowl was shaking.
Lin Yanlue got a little impatient, and slapped it away: "If you say you don't eat it, you don't eat it, take it away!"
Song Yuhang took the bowl from the old man's hand, and helped her steady: "Lin hates you, what kind of young lady's temper is going on? If you don't eat, you don't want to eat it. What's the matter?!"
Lin Yan held his breath and didn't say anything, but the old man turned to persuade Song Yuhang: "Ah... ah..."
She just sat down and drank the porridge in a muffled voice.
Lin Yan angrily took the mechanical stick and went outside to listen to the rain.
After a while, Song Yuhang accompanied the old man to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. The two of them said nothing at the door. The old man pointed to the back mountain, and Song Yuhang went out with a sickle.
Lin Yan hugged the mechanical stick and turned around to lean against the door, not wanting to talk to her, and didn't notice when she came back.
About half an hour later, the male detectives crowded into the firewood room to rest. Lin Yan reached out and touched the cigarettes in her pocket, which were all wet and couldn't light the fire. She tossed the lighter dully.
Song Yuhang came over and pulled her: "Come with me."
As soon as he entered the stove room, it was very warm. The old man squatted in front of the stove, picked up the ashes with tongs, and took out two yellow roasted sweet potatoes from inside.
A sweet and glutinous aroma came out.
Lin Yan swallowed his saliva and did not step forward.
The old man's face has the plateau red that has been exposed to the sun all year round, his silver hair is wrapped in cloth, his skin is wrinkled, skinny and skinny, and his front teeth are still leaking. He is obviously ugly, but his smile is so sincere and beautiful. Under the dim candlelight, there is the warmth of an elder watching a child.
Lin Yan became more and more embarrassed.
Seeing that she was not moving, the old man made a gesture of peeling the roasted sweet potato, making a sound of "time" and "time".
Song Yuhang pushed the man over, took the roasted sweet potato from the old man's hand, and rolled it back and forth: "Hiss...it's so hot, do you peel it yourself or should I peel it for you?"
Lin Yan snatched it away, his fingertips were burned red, and he jumped up, Song Yuhang and the old man looked at her and laughed together.
She was sitting in the stove, sipping roasted sweet potatoes, Song Yuhang picked the leftovers from the ashes, and the old man was packing firewood at the door, bringing in the rain-soaked firewood to dry.
Song Yuhang glanced at the old man: "What we ate today may be half a month's ration for the old man."
Lin Yan choked for a moment, and the sweet roasted sweet potato became a little hard to swallow, she took it away: "Then where did you come from?"
"It's dug in the fields in the back mountain, and the old man can't bear to eat it if he sells it for money."
She was still pounding the ashes, Lin Yan glanced at the old man sitting at the door chopping pig grass.
"Is there any more?"
Song Yuhang took it out from the clay stove and gave it to her: "Yes, isn't it enough?"
Lin Yan didn't bother to iron it when he picked it up, so he put a layer of thatch on it and went to the door, and put it on the old man's apron.
"eat."
She only uttered a single syllable, but the old man didn't understand what he meant, so he hurriedly pushed it to her: "Your time... your time..."
This time she understood.
But she has always been a person who is not good at talking and reasoning with people, so she is a little impatient.
"Eat as soon as I let you eat!"
Song Yuhang couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
Lin Yan stared at him coldly, and forced the roasted sweet potato back into the old man's arms. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and took out all the money in his pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hand.
Holding the wet money, the old man became even more frightened, with fear written all over his face.
Song Yuhang stood up to comfort her: "It's okay, you can accept it, she has a lot of money, it's not bad."
Lin Yan didn't say a word, squatting on the ground and gnawing sweet potatoes, like a child who has done something wrong but refuses to admit it.
Song Yuhang looked funny, how could there be such a stubborn, duplicity, and such a lovely person.
When the old man left, she felt hot, gave her the only low stool in the kitchen, motioned her to sit, and squatted down in front of her.
The eyes of the two were level, Song Yuhang looked up at her, his pupils were light brown, like crystal clear glass beads, his fluffy head was in front of her, and his smile was gentle and indifferent.
For a moment, she even felt that this person was born with the wrong species, it should be some kind of large dog.
Lin Yan was taken aback, and she had already opened her mouth: "Is it delicious?"
Lin Yan lowered her eyes, avoiding her eye contact: "Yes."
"I'm not full." Song Yuhang said honestly, "You gave mine to the old lady."
"..."
Lin Yan straightened her arms and handed her the half-eaten baked sweet potato: "I'm full."
The eyes clearly still linger on it.
Song Yuhang could not help laughing, and did not refuse to take it. Lin Yan opened his mouth, did not speak, and swallowed his anger.
"Here, I'll give you half. Now, it's fair." Unexpectedly, she broke the half and handed it to her.
Lin Yan was taken aback, the corners of his lips curled up, and he wanted to laugh but held back.
Song Yuhang stuffed the half piece of roasted sweet potato into her hand: "You, when can you be more honest?"
Lin Yan sipped the soft and glutinous sweet potato meat, which brought physical satisfaction in the cold autumn rainy night, and maybe she was too gentle, and knew herself well enough to tolerate her willfulness and all bad tempers. Beside, the spirit is also quite happy.
She unconsciously wrinkled her nose lightly, revealing a bit of playfulness of a little woman, with a little bit of sweet potato crumbs on her lips.
"I, didn't you say that? There is no word 'honesty' in my life dictionary..."
The ending sound was lost in her sudden movements.
The face in Lin Yan's pupils grew bigger and bigger, until the wind blew past the candlelight, and everything returned to silence.
Someone touched the corner of her lips like lightning, and the little sweet potato crumbs had disappeared.
Song Yuhang blushed, and the people who had been in love for many years also blushed.
"Lin Yan, I've figured it out, how about you?"