There are very few outsiders in Hanglong Bay. Even the Shenzhou Post, which travels in the opposite direction regardless of rain or shine, only comes once every two weeks.
The only production team leader in Hanglong Bay who had attended elementary school was very surprised by the arrival of our group of strangers.
Huang Shihui was about to reveal her identity, but I stopped her and said to the captain: "We are from the geological team."
Upon hearing this, the forty-year-old production team leader suddenly showed an indescribable expression. His pupils shrank and shrank, but an incredible sentence came out of his mouth: "Are you also from the geological team?"
I felt a shiver in my heart and narrowed my eyes: "Has a geological team been here?"
The production team leader didn't respond. He looked at us back and forth, and his tone was not very friendly: "Which geological team are you from? What are you doing in Hanglong Bay?"
I held out the cigarette and said softly, "Looking for something."
"Are you here to catch mountain pythons again?"
The production team leader was a little moved and his voice became louder: "Are they here to catch mountain pythons again? Really?"
Everyone in Leng Yue looked at each other in confusion, not knowing how to respond.
"snort!"
The production team leader snorted coldly: "You are a fake geological team. Let's go."
Hearing this, Deng Zhuonan's face darkened, and he was about to grab it.
Leng Yue silently stepped forward to block Deng Zhuonan, using sign language to signal Deng Zhuonan not to be impulsive.
I handed the cigarette to the production team leader: "We are really from the geology team."
The other party fiercely clawed my hand away, knocked down the cigarette, and yelled angrily: "You're not here to catch mountain pythons. We don't welcome you. You are not allowed to enter the village."
I spoke softly: "We are not here to catch mountain pythons."
The production team leader became angry, holding the shoulder strap with his right hand, and with a swipe, he pulled down a Xiao tube, grabbed the head of the Xiao tube and pulled it out.
"If not, get out!"
What the production captain held in his hand was a specially processed Xiaotong knife.
The Xiaotong knife is a daily musical instrument of the Tiangui Miao and Buyi ethnic groups. This Xiaotong knife looks a bit old but a bit nondescript.
The other party showed his knife, and Deng Zhuonan immediately turned sideways to suppress him with his gun.
At this moment, I spoke softly: "Once again, we are not here to catch mountain pythons. We are here to dig up mountain python eggs. You remembered wrong."
After hearing my words, Leng Yue and others felt incredible.
The production captain's face changed and he looked at me blankly: "Didn't you arrest me that year? Are you arresting me again now?"
I said quietly: "It's not catching, it's digging."
"That mountain python was too ferocious back then. He took your luck and spit it out to others. We blew him up with explosives and you dug the eggs yourself."
When these words came out, the production team leader was stunned for about ten seconds and suddenly said angrily: "I was on the scene at the time, and you still have to say it."
I looked back indifferently: "Were you five years old at that time?"
The production team leader glanced at me angrily: "It's you who killed our mountain pythons. That's what makes us suffer so much now."
I spoke softly: "What did the geological team say that year? Do you still remember?"
The production captain blinked: "What are you talking about?"
I pursed my lips and twitched the corners of my mouth: "Ask your father to hook me up."
The production team leader was obviously frightened by my words and was a little more ready to act.
After asking me many questions and I refused to respond, the production team leader waved helplessly: "Follow me."
"Go see my father Gou."
We entered the village smoothly. On the way, Ah Liu and Deng Zhuonan took the opportunity to ask me about the story of the mountain python and its eggs.
The more I didn't say anything, the more the two of them became itchy and unbearable. In the end, even Huang Shihui couldn't help but interrupt and ask.
Standing under the yellow horn tree, I pointed at it and said, "See for yourself!"
A few heads turned around, looking confusedly at the blurry Steamed Bun Mountain in the distance, their faces covered with starch.
Suddenly, in the next second, Leng Yue whispered: "There is an electromagnetic signal!"
I turned my head and looked at the electromagnetic wave detector that Leng Yue was carrying.
I was stunned for three seconds, showing a trace of solemnity.
At this moment, a stern cry came from the short earthen house in the village: "Comrades of the geological team, please save people."
Leng Yue and I looked at each other and immediately ran after the production captain.
The ground in the village is much better than the road when we came up, but it is still muddy.
Leng Yue and I ran back and forth and fell several times, feeling extremely embarrassed.
When I rushed into the earthen house and took a quick look, I couldn't help but tremble. I turned around and shouted sharply: "Medical kit!"
Next to her, Leng Yue's hands were covered with mud but she immediately covered her mouth. Her beautiful face turned pale, and her pupils set off an eight-magnitude earthquake.
Outside the mud house and cowshed, a bloody man was lying under the low eaves.
The injured person is a boy, only about thirteen or fourteen years old.
The boy was seriously injured!
Multiple fractures!
Three ribs of the left rib penetrated the body and were exposed outside the body. There is obvious collapse in the chest.
The left leg was broken, the right arm was broken and bones were visible, and the head was broken in two places.
The most serious thing was the right leg, where there was a blood hole that was so deep that the bone could be seen, and the blood was flowing.
Overall, eight words.
The flesh and blood are blurred, and the face is completely different!
"My cub!"
Just as I was about to get closer, a middle-aged woman rushed in from the back door opposite and crawled over. When she saw the miserable state of the little boy, she fell back with a thud and fainted.
"Zai Zai!"
"Feed my Zai Zai!"
"Save my cub, save my cub..."
The man kneeling next to the boy was crying and howling, his facial features were distorted and he was in pain, his three souls and seven souls were not in his body, and his mouth came out with the sorrow of a cuckoo dripping blood.
But the boy lay there motionless, unable to hear the slightest breath, and was already dying.
The boy's father was so distraught that he went to hug the boy, but the production team leader grabbed him and said, "Don't touch the baby, don't touch the baby, otherwise he will die."
The boy's father turned around and hugged the production team leader's legs: "Brother, please save my baby. Please save my baby."
The production team leader was also panicked: "Where are the people from the geological team? Call them to come to the rescue. They have medicine!"
I couldn't bear it, so I stepped forward.
At this moment, several men and women in uniforms jumped in from behind.
Seeing these people, the production team leader and the boy's father rushed over as if they were seeing a savior, shouting incoherently for help.
The other party quickly came up to see the boy's injuries, squatted on the ground and pressed the boy's carotid artery, then used his fingers to detect the boy's breath, roughly opened the boy's eyelids to check his pupils, and shook his head indifferently: "It's hopeless."
