If we really have to count everything that happened inside and outside, from the moment I saw the figure, to the moment I saw the footprints on the ground, to the moment I turned around and ran back to the car, it would only last for thirty seconds at most. time.
But what I didn't expect at all was that when I turned back to the off-road vehicle again, Li Su was still lying motionless in the temporary tent, and the girl who looked like Dilireba was still lying there. It fell into the hole I dug, completely changed beyond recognition.
Only the driver named Liao was moved outside the car by someone unknown at this time.
I just checked that this guy was completely cold. It is impossible for a dead person to climb out of the car on his own. Since he can't climb out on his own, the only possibility is that someone just lifted him out.
My heart tightened when I saw this, and I thought to myself: "Damn it, that guy's goal is indeed the things in the car... but what is in the car? How could he let that guy take such a big risk...!"
Thinking of this, I quickly ran over and rummaged around the driver named Liao with both hands, but after searching for a long time, I only found half a box of cigarettes and nothing else.
"Damn it, I'm so smart...how could I fall for such an obvious trick?" The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. An unknown fire rose from my heart. After cursing a few times, I raised my foot and A stone beneath him was kicked aside.
My kick was so powerful that the stone flew straight away like a football.
But the stone flew out for a long time, but I didn't hear the "snap" sound of falling to the ground.
I didn't pay too much attention to the flying stone, I just thought it landed in the mud, and my mind was always on the guy just now.
"What is this driver hiding on his body?" I thought about it and muttered to myself: "Enough to make that guy take such a risk to come back to get it? Or... he didn't regard me as a risk at all... "
As I thought about it, I squatted next to the driver named Liao Na. Looking at the dark man in front of me, I still couldn't find any answer.
Since there was no answer, I simply searched him several times inside and out, but still found nothing.
"His grandma's..." I cursed and spat to the side. Although this feeling was not strong, it was a bit like you just saw a glimmer of hope, but then you realized that it was just a mirror, and in fact there was nothing. No.
I sat down on the ground and took the half pack of cigarettes I just found from the driver in my hand. It was a pack of 8.8 Town Hall.
"You don't look like you are from the Yanjing area. Why are you still willing to smoke this kind of cigarette..." I looked at the cigarette in my hand and then at the driver lying on the ground. I wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve my tension. My nerves were tense, but as soon as those two words were spoken, they stopped abruptly.
Because at this moment I suddenly realized a problem, that is, the driver Lao Liao did smoke, but... he smoked flue-cured cigarettes, not raw cigarettes, let alone the brand of City Hall.
"Since the driver, Lao Liao, does not smoke this brand of cigarettes, then why does this pack of cigarettes appear in his pocket for no reason?" I jumped up from the ground thinking of this, "Smoke naturally does not He ran into Lao Liao's pocket... Since he didn't run in by himself, someone must have put it in! Didn't that guy just want to take something from Lao Liao... He was... He wanted to This pack of cigarettes was put into Lao Liao's pocket... and because I was afraid that I wouldn't find it, I dragged Lao Liao out of the car... Smokers are always more sensitive to cigarettes, especially what kind of smoke each other smokes. The cigarette can basically be seen at a glance. The guy must have been sure that I could find something wrong with the cigarette in Lao Liao's pocket at a glance, so he thought of using this trick..."
With this thought in my mind, I turned all my attention to the pack of cigarettes in my hand, "But here comes the problem again. I'm clearly standing here. Doesn't he have something to say to me directly? Why? In such an obscure way? Even if it is inconvenient for him to meet people, or it is inconvenient for a third person to hear the whole thing, then there is almost no outsiders in this place?"
The more I thought about it, the weirder it became, my hand unconsciously opened the bag.
There were still a dozen cigarettes left in the cigarette box in the Great Hall, and a cheap disposable lighter was stuffed beside it.
I took the lighter out of the cigarette case and looked at it in my hand. It was the most common lighter sold in street shops.
I saw that there was nothing special about the lighter, so I took out another cigarette from the cigarette case.
I held the cigarette in my hand. The whole cigarette was white with no markings on it. It was no different from the most ordinary city hall on the market.
I looked at the cigarettes in my hand in confusion, and then smoked out the remaining dozen cigarettes one by one, but there were still no clues.
I looked at the dozen cigarettes in my hand and couldn't help but fell into deep thought, "Am I wrong?"
Smokers have a habit of lighting up a cigarette when they are thinking about a problem. The more difficult they encounter, the more this happens. So you often see or hear about people who do design or drawing. This is also true for people who write books. Most of them have a big ashtray on their desk, or a drink bottle filled with cigarette butts.
Although I'm not a long-time smoker, I still have this habit, so I couldn't help but put a cigarette in my mouth and light it.
There was no special feeling when I took the first two puffs of the cigarette. Until the third puff, I suddenly felt that everything in front of me began to deform a little. The originally straight edges and corners began to twist a little bit, and slowly the sky and the earth began to turn upside down.
I was stepping firmly on the ground, but at this time I actually felt like I was standing with my head down. It felt like I had drunk too much and I couldn't even walk in a straight line.
I was shocked, glanced at most of the cigarette in my hand, and cursed secretly: "Damn... I've been fooled! This cigarette..."
I wanted to say in my heart, "There's something wrong with this cigarette," but I only thought about it halfway when my eyes went dark, and then I didn't know anything else.
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Lights, dim lights.
Hong Nianke sat by the bed and looked at the dim light beside the bed. She originally liked this kind of atmosphere the most, feeling it was very romantic and warm, but what she hates most now is this kind of light, because this dim light is like this. Like her, she doesn't feel any hope.
