Passing by a Wal-Mart supermarket, Zhang Jing purchased shovels, axes, hammers, crowbars, expansion nails, fire ropes, flashlights, batteries, climbing tools, tents, prepared food, bottled water, etc.
Passing by a gas station, I specially bought two barrels of about 80 liters of gasoline. If there is no gas in the desert, it can be used as a temporary emergency.
The rear row of the bulletproof car fell down, barely enough to put these things down.
All these materials are available in the mithril space. The reason for purchasing additional ones is mainly for the sake of reasonableness. If someone is interested, it will be troublesome to deal with them.
Under normal circumstances, there is no need to use mithril space.
In order not to arouse suspicion, Zhang Jing always carries a backpack. As an outsider, if he does not have a backpack, he will be misunderstood and even suspected by experienced police officers.
If you have a backpack, it may be noticed by thieves.
Alas, it’s too difficult for ordinary people.
Not wanting to have too much contact with local residents, Zhang Jing drove out of the city and spent the night in a public camping ground next to Highway 66 in the suburbs. He planned to rest until dawn and then head to Kingman, 200 kilometers northeast.
Unlike the California campsite, which has sea views and oak trees, this place has reddish-brown land and many cactus trees. It looks cool and cool, as if it hasn't rained in a long time.
However, there was not only Zhang Jing alone in this camping site, but also two other cars. They were well separated and did not disturb each other.
When Zhang Jing was setting up his tent facing the brown mountain scenery in the distance, Smarties standing beside him let out a low growl.
Looking back, I saw a young white man who was originally stationed on the other side of the camp walking over to say hello, "Hello, can I go on a date with you?"
Zhang Jing: "..."
"It's just a joke." Seeing Zhang Jing's unhappy expression, the young man changed the topic, "There are three of us. You are welcome to join our party."
"Thank you," Zhang Jing never hesitated when refusing others, "I don't want to attend your party."
When he first graduated, Zhang Jing would not reject others. Later, he gradually learned that there was no need to make excuses, and he could just say what was on his mind without being embarrassed or wronging himself.
The young man shrugged and left.
Without being disturbed by others, Zhang Jing quickly set up the tent and then started dinner directly, a piece of pizza and a piece of steak.
Smarties also ate the steaks, and the peas went to look for ants on their own.
As the sun went down, new people joined the campground, a homeless man riding a bicycle loaded with luggage.
The homeless man first observed on the spot, and then walked straight towards Zhang Jing.
Before the other person came closer, Zhang Jing discovered in advance that "he" was a woman, and the metal bra buckle was too obvious.
"Can you give me a bottle of water?" the homeless man asked, standing in front of Zhang Jing.
Under dim light, looking at the sloppy woman from close range, Zhang Jing tilted his head slightly and asked, "Have we met before?"
"You mean you blocked the sprinkler truck for me three hours ago," the woman asked Zhang Jing, "or at Kanfan Farm half a year ago."
"Uh," Zhang Jing was speechless and said the other party's name accurately, "Miss James Marmon Silk, what game are you playing? Role-playing?"
The first meeting was in Burlington, the house where the underground space was found, when Zhang Jing sold her and Thorpe a photo album.
Later, she and Thorpe went to Kanfan Farm once, and then lost news.
"It's not role-playing," Silk explained. "I'm a musician, looking for inspiration, and I've been wandering this land for five months."
Zhang Jing doesn't want to talk to a psycho, he can't understand him, the generation gap is too big.
"Is there water?" Silk interrupted Zhang Jing's distraction.
"Yes." As he spoke, Zhang Jing stepped forward and took the heavy bicycle from Silk's hand.
Silke unloaded some heavy luggage and took care of the chores. The woman ate Zhang Jing's food and water without any politeness at all.
"You came here to hunt for treasure, right?" Silk's hands were covered in a lot of dirt. He held the pizza and ate it, talking while eating.
"For gold." Zhang Jing replied
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Silk asked, "The legend of the seven golden cities?"
"No," Zhang Jing shook his head, "I just came out to try my luck, without a specific goal."
"Take me with you," Silk requested. "The place you are going to must be sparsely populated. I also want to go, but I dare not go."
Zhang Jingqi smiled, "Are you looking down on me?"
"Why do you say that?" Silke asked.
"I'm also the one with the handle."
"Haha, Thorpe is my brother," Silke smiled happily, "If you want, I won't resist. You can pose as you like, front or back, up or down."
Zhang Jing: "..."
In particular, the aborigines themselves are relatively "savage" and "fierce".
On his way back to Los Angeles from Whale Mountain, Thorpe was attacked by Indians, and then a series of counterattacks occurred. The plot was an action blockbuster, and countless Indians were sunk at sea.
They kill without fear, as if the law has no control over them.
Because of understanding, Zhang Jing really didn't dare to touch Silk, even though she looked beautiful after being washed.
It's obvious that Silk is not afraid of acquaintances, but is most afraid of meeting people who don't know how awesome she is.
"Thanks for the treat," Silke said after finishing the pizza, "How about I perform a song for you?"
Of course, Zhang Jing agreed.
Silke first took out a clean mat from his luggage and spread it on the ground.
Then he took more than seven musical instruments, including percussion instruments, long and short recorders, metal rods, xuns, etc., and placed them neatly on the mat.
Finally, Silke knelt gently on the mat, a row of instruments before her.
Then the performance began. Silke first picked up a xun, an instrument similar to a xun, and put it to his mouth to play.
Like the wind, the wind with melody.
A goshawk flew over from a distance. Zhang Jing seemed to have turned into an eagle. He looked down at the vast land from a high altitude and saw flowing water, mountains, trees breathing, many animals, and the harmony between humans and animals. get along.
Suddenly the music stopped, Zhang Jing came back to his senses, looked at Silk in the dim night, and asked angrily: "Why did you stop? I haven't had enough!"
It's like when sex reaches its climax, the object suddenly disappears. It's as uncomfortable as it is.
"That's all I have for now," Silk explained. "I can't find any inspiration later, so I plan to go into the desert with you and retrace the steps of our ancestors."
Speechless.
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After a night of silence, Zhang Jing drove Silk to the Hampton Inn the next day. She needed to take a shower and change clothes.
Zhang Jing couldn't accept being with a woman whose whole body smelled bad, not to mention the weather was very hot.
When Silk came out of the hotel room again, Zhang Jing was stunned and couldn't help but admire, "It's so beautiful!"
She has a sharp face, big eyes, light red lips, fair skin, a beautiful neck, a collarbone that can hold a fish, plus her unique aboriginal temperament, it's just amazing!
She is very beautiful in her own right. She wears a long white dress and a colorful feather headdress. I really want to take a bite.
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