As soon as Feng Hai finished speaking, everyone nodded subconsciously.
"But that doesn't make sense!"
Dashuan scratched his head in confusion. "The archaeological team has been up the mountain for quite some time. The group that delivers supplies goes up the mountain once every two days. There's no reason why they can't find the way!"
"If you can't find it, you can't find it the first time, why wait this time..."
yes!
This group of people delivering supplies must have gone up the mountain more than once or twice, but why did they get lost this time?
The people in Qiaojia Village suddenly fell silent. They looked at each other, unable to understand the situation.
"Village Chief, how did you know the archaeological team suddenly disappeared?"
Qiao Bo suddenly spoke up, but asked a completely unrelated question.
He only heard a few words from Qiao An about the situation of the archaeological team, but he never understood the specific details.
He never figured out how the villagers knew about the accident involving the archaeological team.
"Of course, the guys who delivered the supplies told us..."
The village chief answered subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, he also discovered something suspicious.
"etc…"
“Let me sort it out…”
"We went up the mountain two days ago because rocks fell from the mountain and injured several villagers."
"We met the group of people who were delivering supplies on the mountain. They told us that the archaeological team was missing..."
"They were empty-handed at the time and should have already delivered the supplies to the camp, which is why they discovered that the archaeological team was missing..."
"Since they had already discovered that the archaeological team was missing, why did they still go up the mountain to deliver supplies yesterday?"
The village chief and Feng Hai looked at each other, "Will it be..."
Did that group of people yesterday really deliver supplies to the archaeological team?
"Village Chief, are you sure that the two groups of supply delivery you encountered were the same group?"
Qiao Bo's face was solemn. The situation on the archaeological team's side might be more complicated than they thought.
"this…"
After Qiao Bo said this, the village chief couldn't help but hesitate.
They saw that both teams were wearing similar clothes, hats and masks, and were wrapped up tightly.
He really couldn't figure out whether these two groups of people were the same group.
"no!"
Song Ning looked at the black mist that suddenly appeared above the village chief's head and said with a grim expression.
The sudden appearance of black fog like this is either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. In the current situation, Song Ning prefers the latter.
The archaeological team came from Beijing, and the group of people who delivered the supplies were most likely brought by themselves.
Not only the village chief is confused, I guess the people in the town government are also confused.
"The group yesterday had unclear goals. It's best for everyone not to act on their own."
Song Ning pulled Qiao Bo's arm and made a dangerous mouth shape to him.
Qiao Bo nodded in understanding, quickly gathered the troops, and headed towards the camp.
Although the canyon is covered with low shrubs, because no one often visits, grass roots and branches have grown into a patchwork.
It was extremely difficult for Song Ning and his group to leave.
"Is it okay?"
Qiao Boqian cut off the branches that were sticking out, then turned around and looked at Song Ning worriedly.
Song Ning walked in the middle, with young men on both sides holding axes and constantly cutting branches.
The people who came with us this time often went to the mountains to collect firewood, so they were very skilled.
She used to often follow her master to travel around famous mountains and rivers, and her physical fitness was quite good.
But now his body is very fragile. After walking for a while, his breathing became a little rapid.
"no…"
Song Ning now feels as if her legs and feet no longer exist.
Beads of sweat the size of beans soaked her hair, and she looked like she had just been pulled out of the water.
"Erxi..."
After listening to Song Ning's questions and answers, Qiao Bo immediately gave up the leading position and called Erxi over.
"You lead the way! Do you remember the location of the camp?"
Erxi nodded excitedly, "I remember!"
Qiao Bo patted his shoulder and said, "I leave it to you!"
"Okay!"
Erxi walked over excitedly with a chopstick in hand.
After the people from Qiaojia Village had left, Qiao Bo helped Song Ning sit down on a rock.
"Does your foot hurt?"
Song Ning shook her head and said dejectedly, "Not only are my feet bare, but I can't even feel my legs..."
Qiao Bo chuckled, picked up Song Ning's legs, and began to massage them rhythmically with his hands.
"You just don't exercise enough! When you join the army, get up early every day and run exercises with me..."
"Be gentle...it hurts..."
Song Ning grimaced in pain, but still didn't forget to chat with Qiao Bo.
"I do want to! But you insist that I go to school..."
When talking about going to school, Song Ning's lips pouted so hard that you could hang an oil bottle on them.
She's really not cut out for studying. She won't be able to get into university no matter how many times she takes the exams!
"Can I not go to school? Can't I go back to the army with you?"
Qiao Bo flicked her smooth forehead lightly with his finger, "Don't think about it! No way!"
"Other people don't know how much they want to go to school! But you're just thinking about not going to school..."
Song Ning covered her forehead and looked at him accusingly, "Qiao Bozhi, you bullied me!"
"You call this bullying? Well, I guess you'll just have to endure it!"
Qiao Bo's thumb gently circled the Neiguan acupoint on Song Ning's calf, and the sour pain made Song Ning's face wrinkle.
"pain…"
"Hold on!"
Qiao Bo will not indulge her at this time. If he doesn't rub her now, she will cry for help later!
They wasted quite a bit of time here, and no one else was visible in front of them.
Qiao Bo finally let go of Song Ning's legs and tapped her nose with amusement, "You're still angry!"
"Come on up! I'll carry you!"
Qiao Bo squatted down gently in front of Song Ning and motioned her to climb up.
"I can walk by myself! I don't need you to carry me!"
Song Ning pouted. Although she knew that Qiao Bo did this for her own good, she would still be angry if he didn't coax her!
"That won't work!"
Qiao Bo deliberately put on a stern face, "You're walking too slowly. We're already behind. If we don't move on, we'll miss the main group!"
"you…"
"ah…"
Suddenly there was a scream from the front. Song Ning shut up abruptly and struggled to climb onto Qiao Bo's back.
"Have a good grip!"
Qiao Bo grabbed Song Ning's knee, kicked off, and rushed out quickly.
When Qiao Bo and Song Ning met, the people of Qiaojia Village were gathered together.
"What's wrong?"
Qiao Bo put Song Ning down and strode over.
"Jobo, look..."
The village chief stood up, called out to Qiao Bo, and made way for him.
Song Ning followed the gap and saw a middle-aged man in army green clothes and pants lying on the ground, asleep.
The luck on the middle-aged man's head was not black, so it was obvious that he would not die for a while.
"The camp is just ahead. Could this person be from the archaeological team?"
The village chief had just tried to snort the man's breath, but he didn't die. I just don't know why he fell into a coma.
Qiao Bo squatted down and looked through the man's shirt pocket, then took out a pen as evidence.
"He is indeed a member of the archaeological team..."
Qiao Bo handed the witness to the village chief and said, "Give me a hand, let's carry him into the camp first."
Erxi and Datou immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted the middle-aged man up.
"Oh! This guy named Liu Wen is from the Beijing Museum..."
The village chief held the evidence and exclaimed, this archaeological team is quite powerful!
Qiaojia Village is not far from Beijing City. The village chief is also a well-known person and naturally knows the importance of the Beijing City Museum.