He suddenly stopped and pointed to a bunch of fallen bushes in front of him: "Look there."
Half a piece of blue cloth was hanging on the branches of the bushes, and there were traces of burns on the edge of the cloth.
Zhao Wei picked up the cloth and sniffed it. In addition to the smell of fireworks, there was also a faint smell of... camphor? This smell shouldn't appear in the mountains.
Someone got in trouble here?
"Boss, look at this!"
A young man pointed to a tree stump not far away, on which a crooked arrow was carved with a knife.
Zhao Wei's heart skipped a beat. This didn't look good!
He went up the mountain to look for big stuff, not to look for disaster.
The arrowhead on the stump was deeply engraved, and there was fresh resin sticky on the rolled-up sawdust.
Zhao Wei scraped the scratch with the tip of the knife and suddenly put his nose close to it - in addition to the smell of pine resin, there was also a faint scent of iodine.
This smell was more abrupt than camphor in the mountains in the 1960s, as if the clinic's medicine box had been smashed on a tree stump.
"Everyone, step back five steps."
Zhao Wei waved his machete and asked the boys to disperse.
He circled the stump twice and found half a faded red cloth with the words "HELP" written on it, pressed under the bushes where the arrow was pointing.
His heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. Just as he was about to pull away the bushes, the young man behind him grabbed his wrist and said, "Boss, look up at the sky!"
A goshawk was circling above the treetops, seemingly holding something in its claws.
Zhao Wei's pupils suddenly shrank. That was not the feather of the prey, but a piece of black hair!
Someone's scalp was taken away by an eagle?
Things are getting weirder and weirder.
This forest was his very familiar back garden, a place he would come to play every now and then. He never expected that it would give him such a big shock!
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