looking for hell

Chapter 12 New Clues
Yun Qianfeng looked at Meng Rao's yellow-orange pipe pot and pipe shaft, guessing whether it was gold or copper, so he went closer to have a look.

As a result, he was surrounded by the smell of smoke, pungent and bitter, a smell of herbal medicine, Yun Qianfeng couldn't help but frowned and quickly moved away, saying:

"Hey, this smoke is really strong."

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

Jiang Roujia saw it and hurriedly shouted:
"What are you going for?"

Yun Qianfeng pointed to the dark mountainside behind the car and said:
"Go to the bathroom."

Jiang Roujia pointed to the caravan and said:

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

Yun Qianfeng waved his hand and said:

"The air outside is good, I'm a tuba."

After speaking, he turned 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 campfire and began to fill the Wu Zang Temple.

After eating for a while, the thin mist that was still far away before had become as thick as a cloud. Several people gathered around the campfire, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

But as Meng Rao said, the mist did not make people feel uncomfortable.

After a few days of exhaustion, the three of Yun Qianfeng didn't have any appetite, and the thick fog was even more frightening. The two girls got on the car to rest after messing with their stomachs hastily.

There are only two beds in the caravan, and there is no room for four people, so Meng Huan can only set up a tent between the caravan and the campfire to deal with it.

Although the tents that 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 has no objection, he is a person who often walks in the mountains, and he dares to sleep in the wilderness to build a shed with dead branches and fallen trees.

Both Yun Qianfeng and Meng Rao drank some wine and were not feeling sleepy at the moment, chatting casually by the campfire.

"Brother Meng Rao, do many people enter the mountain every year now?"

Meng Rao shook his head and said:
"Not many, one or two waves of people a year is a lot. Most of them are idle and boring young people exploring on foot, and then there are geological teams and researching history."

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

"How is this year? Are we the first wave to enter the mountain?"

Meng Rao took a puff of cigarette, tapped his mouth, and said:

"It's been a lot this year, and you guys are the third wave. A group of young people entered the mountain a few days ago, but they didn't ask us locals as guides. I don't know what they were doing. About two months ago, there was another group of people, Four or five young men said they were looking for the ancient city of Champa, and they didn't ask our locals to be guides. They just inquired about the route with me on the map and gave a lot of money. The leading young man was very generous. "

Hearing about this time two months ago, Yun Qianfeng's 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 it's called, but I know the surname is Jiang, Changdi Spirit, what? Do you know this person?"

Before Yun Qianfeng could reply, he heard Jiang Roujia's startled voice from the open window of the caravan:

"Is there a red mole on the left side of the 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 ran out in cotton pajamas with her bare feet.

Under the thin pajamas, she was beautiful and towering, and her pair of exquisite polka dots dazzled her blindfolded eyes.

Immediately after, Qin Shuying also followed, but she was wearing slippers on her feet.

Unlike Jiang Roujia, this woman is truly soft and charming, round and trembling, like ears of wheat that are ripe and honest in autumn swaying in the wind.

The blindfolded eyes no longer knew where to put them, and they sat cross-legged by the campfire and slightly bent over, smoking a cigarette vigorously.

As soon as Jiang Roujia rushed out, she hurriedly asked:
"Did they come back after that person entered the mountain two months ago?"

Meng Rao licked his lips, his eyes went up and down, and he replied:
"I really don't have any impression of it, and I don't know. Many people enter the mountain here, but go out in other places, or even go to the Myanmar side to leave the mountain. I don't know."

Jiang Roujia's face was full of surprise and joy, she couldn't help but grabbed Yun Qianfeng's arm, and said incoherently:
"Yun Qianfeng, your judgment is all right! My brother really came here, my brother hasn't disappeared, he's still here."

Qin Shuying behind Jiang Roujia took a deep breath, as if digesting the news.

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

In fact, she is more pitiful than Jiang Roujia. The known memories are fake, but she doesn't know the real memories at all. She has no impression of her former lover Jiang Yulin, and she has nowhere to belong, just like a lonely ghost.

Jiang Roujia thought of something, and asked Meng Rao:

"Are they going to the same places as us?"

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. They didn't say anything else. They looked very mysterious."

Yun Qianfeng patted Jiang Roujia's shoulder, comforted her and said:
"Let's not talk about this first, go to Miss Qin to have a good rest, and get enough energy, we will go to your brother and the others tomorrow, trust my judgment."

Jiang Roujia nodded obediently, then turned back to the car, Qin Shuying also turned back, the two women still had a cold war, ignoring each other.

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

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

Meng Rao recalled while pointing to the map and said, Yun Qianfeng recorded it with a pen and fell into deep thought.

Because he found that the route Jiang Yulin asked pointed to at least two directions. Although the distance between the west and the south is not too far, according to the satellite map, there are many mountains and rivers in between, and it is extremely difficult to cross. Can only take a long way.

"The direction of the Pangu Continent is exactly opposite to the modern land. The south direction is naturally the projection coordinate of the Suzaku Qisu. The west direction is my oversight. The position of the Pangu Continent more than 1 years ago, the White Tiger Qisu is also very high. Jiang Yulin, you must not Go to the west, that is the depths of Savage Mountain, a place where there is no return!"

Previously, Yun Qianfeng used the Suzaku Constellation for projection positioning, and those coordinates were all outside the Savage Mountain, so Yun Qianfeng didn't have any psychological pressure.

But if it was the coordinates of Baihu Qisu that he made now, Yun Qianfeng felt uneasy just thinking about it.

When the 3000 expeditionary force retreated across the depths of Savage Mountain, only [-] people came out alive, which shows the danger. What's more dangerous is that even those who survived did not know why their comrades died. Death, adding an unknown in front of the danger, is almost incomprehensible.

Late at night, Yun Qianfeng hid his thoughts and went back to the caravan to rest.

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

Jiang Roujia came to the living room and dragged Yun Qianfeng's arm to the bedside where she was sleeping.

Yun Qianfeng understood Jiang Roujia's intentions. She didn't like her, but was worried that her memory would suddenly go wrong.

At this moment, her brother is probably in the deep mountains in front of her, and she does not allow accidents to happen.

Yun Qianfeng nodded lightly, took off his coat and trousers, got into bed, and as soon as his ears touched the pillow, he heard a "thump, thud, thud" heartbeat, and he didn't know if it was his own or Jiang Roujia's.

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

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

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

It was quite warm here during the day, but it was very cold at night. After a while, Yun Qianfeng couldn't stand the cold, so he turned around cruelly, facing the back of Jiang Roujia's head, and got into bed with his whole body.

As a result, contact between the two was inevitable, and Yun Qianfeng heard a loud "thud, thud" sound next to his pillow, but he was still not sure who it was.

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 said in a low voice:

"It may be because he doesn't know your brother's name, or it may be because his existence can't prove anything, or it may be that the existence of using this kind of memory tampering ability dare not expand the scope of use unscrupulously. After all, it requires a huge amount of calculations. Making people and things appear normal, whatever the reason, is good news for us because it proves that 'it' isn't everything."

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. It's really unimaginable."

Yun Qianfeng smiled lightly and said:
"It's not surprising at all, just like we dream about the deceased in our dreams, but we don't realize that he has passed away. The human body is very complicated, so complicated that we can't imagine it with our thinking. Go to sleep and get up early tomorrow."

"Um"

In the thick fog shrouded in the jungle, a figure was silent, his eyes were watching the direction of the RV through the gaps in the plants, until Meng Ruo got into the tent and Yun Qianfeng walked into the RV, then turned and disappeared into the pitch-black jungle
(End of this chapter)