Although the garbage treatment plant is also located in the suburbs of Paris, it is in two directions from the water plant.
What made him depressed was that today's driver was very dull. He just smoked and didn't like to chat. He didn't provide any valuable material or inspiration to Dong Qiangqiang. In the end, Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to talk and looked out the window to think about his thoughts.
After enduring more than 40 torturous minutes, he saw the logo of the garbage treatment plant in the distance.
Compared with the beautiful scenery around the water treatment plant, the area around the garbage treatment plant looks quite desolate. Although there are many trees and hills around, most of the trees are still bare, and there is not a trace of green in sight, and the ground is not green either. The grass is like grass, but the land is green and yellow. When the wind blows, you can still faintly see the floating soil.
Just like last time, he also asked the driver to slow down when he was far away, and observed while getting closer.
The garbage treatment plant occupies a much larger area than the water treatment plant. There are other factories nearby, and I don’t know if they are the same one. Like the water treatment plant, the door of the garbage plant is also locked so no one or car can enter or leave. There is no one outside the plant. There is no sign of the parking lot. The height of the wall is about the same. There are also curled barbed wire and cameras on top of the wall. , it seems that the design, construction and security of the two factories are handled by the same company.
He repeated his old trick and put his ear to the wall again. The sound inside the wall sounded noisier, and he could vaguely hear someone talking.
Dong Qiangqiang wanted to find a nearby cafe to observe from a distance like yesterday. After searching for a long time, he found that there was nothing nearby except a factory and a gas station. Not to mention cafes, there were even residential buildings or motels. None, it's a real suburb.
The driver, who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke up, impatiently urging him to pay the fare quickly, and ran away as soon as he got the money. Dong Qiangqiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only climb to a high soil slope, find a hidden position, and carefully observe the movements in the factory area.
He saw four or five rows of boxy gray factory buildings like matchboxes. On one side of the factory building stood two rows of thin, cylindrical metal cans. The cans were connected end to end by pipes. The sound he just heard through the wall was probably It's from these big guys.
Opposite the gray building was a garbage mountain that was higher than the hillside at his feet, but there was only one garbage mountain. He did not see any working bulldozers, dump trucks, or forklifts and other engineering vehicles around the garbage mountain.
There are several warehouse-like buildings with blue roofs about a few hundred meters away from the garbage mountain. There are no people or cars around. The huge factory area actually gives people a sense of desolation in the end of the world. In addition to the huge rumbling sound of machines, Dong Qiangqiang's ears are filled with noise. There was only the sound of howling wind.
The rising sun gave him a perfect golden edge.
The morning passed in a flash, and there was no movement except for a truck that drove in around 10 o'clock. Dong Qiangqiang called the office of the garbage plant at noon to find out the situation, but the other end of the phone only heard him say one sentence and then hung up, without giving him any more time.
Dong Qiangqiang gnawed on the baguette he bought in the morning and wrote down it in his notebook.
It seemed a little busier in the afternoon than in the morning, with three cars entering and two cars coming out. After taking pictures of the patterns of entering and exiting vehicles with his camera, Dong Qiangqiang wrote in red pen in his notebook: I will bring a telescope next time.
As evening approaches, the blue of the sky gradually turns into a mixture of purple and orange. Light cyan clouds shaped like velvet pillows slowly slide across the sky, and jagged mountains are faintly visible in the distance. There was a smell like garlic floating in the air. The wind was not as cold as expected, and there was even a hint of warmth. Some animals broke the tranquility around them with hostile calls, as if to warn Dong Qiangqiang that he should not invade their territory. territory.
Through the gap between the branches, Dong Qiangqiang looked at the closed factory door in the distance, then looked down at the numbers in the book, and then remembered the "Special Tuning Instructions" sent to him by Duanmu, and a paradox suddenly appeared in his mind. The thought felt quite strong, as if something he had always wanted suddenly became close at hand. He decided to go back to the hotel in the evening to sort out his thoughts and make another trip tomorrow.
The sun sets in early spring, and in an instant, the originally glowing sky turns into a juniper-purple night sky. He saw a faint light of fire somewhere at an incalculable distance, and the night wind carried the smell of something burning, making all the sounds around him fall into silence.
Occasionally there would be the sound of fluttering above his head, and when he looked up he could only see a black shadow flashing past his eyes. When he cast his gaze farther into the night sky, the stars shone like diamonds on dark blue velvet. He did not expect that he would see the Milky Way in the suburbs of Paris. It was probably because he was far away from the light pollution of the city that he could see the scenes described in Tang poems.
It is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky.
He was fascinated by it, and it took him a long time to think of a problem: he had to find a hotel quickly.
He called taxi companies in the city, but after hearing his location, several taxi companies all turned him away without giving a reason.
Fortunately, he still had a compass and a map. After determining his direction, he walked along the road to the nearest residential area.
There were no cars, no people, and no lights on the road. The only things that accompanied him were the moon hiding in the clouds from time to time and the stars peeking above the world. It was quiet all around, and he could clearly hear his stomach growling. The only good thing about hunger was that it kept people awake.
Due to hunger, the idea became clearer and clearer in his mind. He was afraid that he would forget it when he turned around, so he quickly wrote down everything he could think of in his notebook, and just walked and wrote, In the end, I even drew out the design of the business card and the fund website, and it wasn’t until late at night that I finally approached a motel.
He was so hungry that he finally fell into a deep sleep after eating a bowl of overpriced spaghetti bolognese.
Early the next morning, Dong Qiangqiang was woken up by Du Lan's phone call.
"What have you been doing these past few days?" Du Lan asked gently and softly, "You don't answer calls and don't reply to emails."
"Sorry, I wanted to call you yesterday morning, but I didn't because I was afraid of disturbing your sleep." Dong Qiangqiang looked at his watch sleepily. It was almost 8 o'clock in the morning.
"Then you didn't fight during the day." Du Lan said with a smile, "I was worried that something would happen to you, so I called Lao Bai, only to find out that he had returned to China."
"I forget when I'm busy during the day." Dong Qiangqiang said as he took out the paper he wrote on the road last night from his pocket.
"You're not at home?" Du Lan finally woke up and asked, "Are you joining the group again?"
"I'm not on a tour, but I'm not at home. I'm in the suburbs of Paris." Dong Qiangqiang threw the scratch paper aside, opened his laptop, and started to connect to the hotel's network.
"Why are you going there if you don't lead a group?" Du Lan asked suspiciously, "Is the preparatory school on vacation again?"
"Help Duanmu investigate some things."
The two small computers in the lower right corner of the screen began to flash, and Dong Qiangqiang quickly opened the French power system's web page.
"Why do you have to travel so far? Can't you make a phone call?"
"I'll tell you more about it later," Dong Qiangqiang shouted into his cell phone while writing and drawing on the paper. "I have to go out quickly. If I'm late, it'll be too late."
"Hey, Dong Qiangqiang, please wait until I finish..."
But before Du Lan finished speaking, Dong Qiangqiang had already pressed the phone, and the data on the web page initially verified his idea last night.
"It seems I need to stay here for a while longer..." Dong Qiangqiang murmured to himself.
He ran out of the hotel and went straight to the bus station. He was going to rent a car in the city and buy enough food and drink to stay up all night.
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