Luo Pingjiang was driving fast in the deserted night, and occasionally he would have a flash of thought: Maybe Ruan Qingqing was really fine, and everything was just a coincidence. She really just avoided the crowd with Chen Muyun and had some time for themselves.
He would rather it be this way, that they live in peace. Even if he would be looked down upon for being nosy when he finally found them. Even though she was still like before and didn't want to even look at him.
However, the intuition was so strong that that silent phone call was Ruan Qingqing's hopeless request for help. She must not be dead yet, and must be waiting for him to rescue her somewhere.
So, even if the whole world thinks he is a psycho, he can't stop.
But luck began to go against him.
After he drove to the top of the mountain and found nothing, he turned around and drove down the mountain. As a result, we drove all the way from the mountains to a certain town, but found nothing.
It was four o'clock in the morning and the sky was pitch black. The town was quiet, with only a few street lights on and the faint sound of dogs barking. Luo Pingjiang stood by the road, watching all this, and almost broke the car door.
He walked back and forth several times, with one hand on his waist and the other on his cheek, his eyes staring straight ahead, and after a while, he calmed down. He began to think about which step he had made wrong.
Which way to the top of the mountain is missing? Impossible, he searched carefully and there was no hiding place.
Will that car drive into the town from here, and become impossible to track down like looking for a needle in a haystack? His heart sank.
No, he was more inclined to believe that the man was still hiding in the mountains. Otherwise, how could Ruan Qingqing and the others meet Zeng Xi again the day after he disappeared?
But he had searched the way down the mountain carefully. It was a single road with no forks, a mountain on one side and a cliff on the other.
He also checked the only two houses on the road under the cover of night, but found nothing unusual.
Could that person be able to go to heaven and into the earth?
Luo Pingjiang looked down at his watch. It took him almost two hours to go up and down.
To him, it was just two hours. For Ruan Qingqing and Zeng Xi, every minute and every second is painful!
There are no clues now for him to make further judgment.
I can only take a gamble.
Luo Pingjiang got in the car, turned around and drove up the mountain again.
It was only a four-kilometer mountain road, and this time he drove very slowly, holding a high-intensity flashlight, searching all the way again.
The deep night still covered the mountains before dawn like a curtain, and the chirping of insects could be heard from the roadside.
On one side, there was still a cliff. He swept his flashlight over it inch by inch, and saw only grass and trees. On the other side, there were rocks, dirt, and trees, and a stream running in the darkness.
On the other side of the stream is another mountain. He checked every climbable slope and small dirt path leading down the cliff to the end.
Still no.
He returned to the fork in the road again and parked the car. It was pitch dark around him and there was no sound at all. He closed his eyes, put his hands on the steering wheel, and leaned back in his seat.
When Luo Pingjiang was a member of the armed police, whether he was performing defense and protection, flood relief, or anti-terrorism and riot prevention tasks, he was accustomed to making very detailed observations of the environment and then reconstructing it in his mind.
In the process of rebuilding your thinking, you often notice some inconspicuous but useful details. Over the years, it has become an instinct ingrained in our bones.
Every stretch of road, every scene, flashed through his mind: the bends in the road, the abandoned farmhouses, the bare earth slopes, the gurgling streams...
Luo Pingjiang suddenly opened his eyes.
He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was wrong. Somewhere in the darkness, there was something hidden that he hadn't noticed. He turned the car around and drove onto the road for the third time.
This time, his gaze was sharper than before, carrying with it a certain blood-stained certainty, and an explosion that was about to come after being suppressed for too long.
He scanned road after road, with a strong intuition that he was about to reach the truth.
Suddenly, Luo Pingjiang stopped the car.
He stopped beside the stream which was about twenty to thirty meters wide.
It was pitch black on the other side, with so many trees that I couldn't see anything. But he seemed to see something in the stream.
He held up a high-intensity flashlight and suddenly saw two or three broken bridge piers in the river. But on the other side of the river, there was dense forest and nothing could be seen.
Luo Pingjiang immediately took out his cell phone and looked at the map.
On the other side, there was nothing on the map. There are no buildings and no roads.
Luo Pingjiang's heart sank. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at the other side again.
Because there is nothing on the map.
The bridge is broken again, leaving the island almost unknown.
But there are other mountains behind the mountain, and there may be other more hidden ways leading to the mountain.
A strange intuition arose in Luo Pingjiang's heart. He felt he had to go there and take a look.
What is certain is that the killer's lair is nearby. Compared to the bustling rural town behind him, Luo Pingjiang felt that the isolated and quiet mountains would be more attractive to killers.
After all, the killer is so fond of deaf and dumb people.
They could neither hear a word nor speak a word.
Luo Pingjiang put on his backpack, abandoned the car and waded into the water. The waist-deep stream water was chilly in the autumn, but to him, it was like a mosquito bite and he didn't care at all. He crossed the jungle and began to climb the mountain.
Soon, he found a mountain road. The road was very narrow and could barely accommodate one car.
The road hangs on the mountainside, going up all the way, with a cliff next to it. Luo Pingjiang ran for about half an hour and saw a dense bamboo forest in front of him.
After passing through the bamboo forest, a house suddenly appeared in front of us.
It was very sudden, because from the outside, you couldn't see anything.
The house looks long and narrow and very old, with a row of abandoned mechanical equipment next to it. At first glance, it looks like an old factory building from the 1970s or 1980s.
The lights were on in the house, and a black Toyota SUV was parked nearby.
Luo Pingjiang's eyes turned red from watching this.
The moment had come when the real purpose was revealed. Luo Pingjiang acted decisively, holding a baton, bypassed the house and rushed straight to the front door.
He paused.
The door was open, and the mud on the entrance was covered with messy footprints, both male and female. Two pairs of footprints had appeared on the top of Qingyuan Mountain.
Luo Pingjiang walked close to the wall and approached the door, slowly sticking his head out, taking in the furnishings inside, but there was no one there.
Luo Pingjiang squatted down and walked in slowly, his steps as light as a cat. He saw the empty large iron cage and the pink princess-style decoration inside, the broken and open wooden door of the inner room, and the sawdust all over the floor. He frowned and ran over quickly, but there was no one in the room.
Luo Pingjiang took out his cell phone, recorded a video of the situation in the house, took a photo of the vehicle, sent it to Yuan Ming, and finally sent the location. However, Yuan Ming was probably still on a mission and did not respond.
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