Sure enough, as the director of the police station said, all the roads out of Wuli Town are muddy roads.

There are eighteen bends on the mountain road, with turbulent rivers next to it, and towering mountains on the right side of the road. The policeman from the Wuli Town Police Station is responsible for driving. In order to prevent danger on such roads, the speed is slowed down.

The scenery on both sides of the strait is beautiful, and no one wants to watch it.

Lin Fan patted the car door and signaled the driver to stop.

As soon as the car stopped on the side of the road, she opened the door and jumped down, and Song Yuhang handed her a bottle of mineral water and a tissue.

I didn't eat much in the morning, and all vomited clean. Song Yuhang looked pale when she squatted on the side of the road and patted her back lightly, feeling a little distressed.

"Here, drink some water, hold on again, it's almost there."

Lin Wei took it and the cap of the bottle had been loosened, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, which was quickly pressed down.

"It's okay, let's go."

A group of people stopped and walked. When it arrived at Xiaohe Village, it was already dark. The policeman who led the way parked the car on the side of the road and pointed to the mountainside.

"Team Song, there is Xiaohe Village."

The village halfway up the mountain was lit up with little lights, and it looked like stars falling on the mountain from a distance.

Duan Cheng was stunned: "Why are there still villages built on the mountain?"

The policeman smoked a cigarette and said, "Poor, young and capable people have gone out to work. Only the older generation still clings to their home’s one-third of acres of land. They can still get a little harvest every year. Where do I live on the mountain? A few decades ago, the tin mine had a glorious moment. Later, there was a mining disaster. Experts came. Once assessed that it did not meet the safety production standards, it was banned. Even the electric light was only switched on the year before last. ."

On such a narrow mountain road, the police car would definitely not be able to drive up, and a group of people followed him up with one foot and one foot shallow.

Song Yuhang stretched out the eucalyptus that was brushing his face and grabbed a handful of the fruit. He peeled the skin and handed it to Lin Fan: "Try it, the scientific name is Jinyingzi, it's very sweet."

"What is this... can you eat it?" Lin Ninglie looked at the shameless fruit in his palm with a bit of disgust, and he dared not say anything.

Song Yuhang didn't look back, as he climbed up, he pulled some to other people.

"It can be eaten. My mother used to use it to soak in wine, and it can also be used as medicine."

The policeman in front laughed: "Unexpectedly, Team Song understands a lot."

Lin Nian listened, and then took a small bite carefully. The sweet and sour taste instantly melted on the tip of his tongue, and the discomfort caused by motion sickness was also alleviated a lot.

She curled her eyebrows and swallowed it all in, her mouth was full of fluids, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were happy.

Song Yuhang also handed out a handful of peeled fruit in a timely manner: "Don't eat too much, and share it with others."

Lin Wei said "Oh", reluctantly to divide it.

Song Yuhang climbed up, and when he saw delicious wild fruits, he distributed them to them, while chatting with the policeman one after another.

"This place is so biased, how often do you come here?"

Asking this made the police a little embarrassed: "One...a month...It's not that we don't want to come... You have also seen that Luto is not easy to go, and there are not many people in the village. Some sly things, we also solved a stolen case last month. Guess, who is the suspect?"

Song Yuhang didn't really blame him, and smiled: "Weasel."

"You are so smart!"

When the policeman patted her thigh, he looked younger than her and had a more lively personality. He wanted to turn around and drag her when he climbed up a slope. Unexpectedly, Song Yuhang didn't have to worry about him at all. He walked on the tree with his hands. He went up, and then turned around and pulled his team up one by one.

"Myself..." Lin Wei hadn't finished speaking, Song Yuhang's hand was already on her arm, and one hand fell to her waist, which was equivalent to getting the person up with half a hold and half a hug.

Lin Wei gritted his teeth and whispered, "Song Yuhang, are you addicted to it?"

Song Yuhang blinked his innocent eyes with an expression that I don't understand what you are talking about, and then reached out to help Fang Xin, but he held the arm of the other person in a manner and honestly, without touching his hand.

"Have you all come up yet?" When everyone arrived, she glanced down, a black bush, and turned to leave.

"Team Song, Team Song, and me..." Zheng Chengrui hugged the tree underneath, waving his sturdy arms vigorously, panting, feeling that he would collapse to the ground at any time.

Song Yuhang jumped down again: "Come, help."

Several male detectives also went down.

Standing on the flat soil slope, Lin Fan watched them drag, push, and pull, torturing a two-hundred-jin fat man to death.

Fang Xin: "Who gave Lao Zheng the courage to follow us?"

Lin Wei: "Liang Jingru."

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Qing'an County.

There were no pedestrians in the streets late at night, and three or two drunks swayed across the road with their backs on their shoulders.

The wind blew down the can in the corner and was kicked aside a few times.

The private clinic hidden in the alley was also about to close. The little doctor yawned, and as soon as he lowered the rolling door, a metal iron was placed on his back.

He swallowed: "Who? Rob... Robbery? I... I have no money..."

The mask blocked most of his face, and the man showed only a pair of eyes outside, and his voice was extremely low and fierce: "Open the door."

The little doctor trembled and took out the key from his pocket. He turned his head and saw what was against his waist. His knees softened and the scream was still stuck in his throat. He was knocked unconscious with the **** of the rifle.

The man opened the rolling shutter, dragged him in and tied him to a chair, then came out from the corner of the street to help people into the clinic, the rolling shutter fell, and the darkness flooded everything.

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Even though Lin Nai's physical strength is better than most girls, the motion sickness and the high-altitude mountain climbing still make her a little overwhelmed, not to mention the people walking behind her.

"How long will it take?" She held the tree and panted.

"Alright, almost, there is still one kilometer." The detective who was walking in front pressed his flashlight and looked at the map.

Song Yuhang turned around, took her survey box and carried it on his body, and reached out to help her.

"Is it okay?"

Lin Nian clenched her hand, stepped on the dead branches and rotten leaves and went up a steep slope.

"Yes, let's go."

Song Yuhang squeezed her hand, sweat in her palms.

"If it doesn't work, just say, stop for a break."

"No need..." Lin Fan took out his hand and pulled the survey box on her shoulder: "I'll do it myself."

Song Yuhang escaped and went to pull the other people up. Lin Nian gradually tightened the corners of his lips, a little displeased on his face, but there was a hint of warmth flowing from the bottom of his heart.

Who doesn't like being taken care of, even the most powerful woman is no exception.

"It's strange, I remember it was here the last time I came here." The policeman took the map and compass and turned around in the forest, muttering.

Song Yuhang went up: "What's the matter?"

"The compass is broken."

He patted the instrument and shook it again, still motionless.

"Old Zheng." Song Yuhang yelled, Zheng Chengrui promised refreshedly, and it took a long time to climb up out of breath.

"Locate our current position."

Before I came, I was afraid of getting lost in the deep mountains and old forests, so I deliberately did double insurance, a paper map, and a GPS coordinate.

He sat down cross-legged, turned on his laptop, and entered the coordinates. There were a few small red dots flashing on the map, that was their location, and the destination was not far to the southwest.

Song Yuhang looked at the canopy tree in the forest to find his direction, then touched the bark of the big tree next to him, and pondered for a while: "Go over there."

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and wiped the drops of water on his forehead: "Why—"

She looked up, and the forest was gone, and it was completely dark. A gust of wind passed, the trees swayed, and the raindrops had crackled down.

In high-altitude areas, the wind is rain, and everyone was caught off guard. Seeing that the machine was flooded, Zheng Chengrui quickly put it away and hugged it in his arms. This was his lifeblood.

Duan Cheng also took off the camera bag and put a plastic bag on the outside, shouting in the pouring rain: "Team Song, are we still leaving?!"

Song Yuhang climbed up a few meters, wiped the rain on his face, and found a buffer platform under the raised cliff.

"Don't go, come to shelter from the rain and wait for the rain to stop."

The group of people squeezed in one by one, three women and five men, with all eyes on each other, which was a little bit funny.

Police: "We used to come to rescue the lost tourists, but today we are also tourists."

"Yes, the cigarette can still be smoked, it's not soft." A detective took out a pack of cigarettes and sent them out one by one.

Duan Cheng is the youngest person in it, and when it was his turn, the detective took it back again: "You, forget it, you are a minor."

After a burst of laughter, the policeman took the lighter and put the cigarette on, and faintly spit out the smoke ring: "I was just this old when I started working, and I'm still in this mountain valley after the first half of my life..."

...

The rain was getting heavier outside, and a few people were chatting. Lin Fan sat on the side of the pass with her knees folded. She didn't pick up the cigarette and didn't speak. She was always the focus of the crowd, the most noisy one.

Song Yuhang knew that when Li Bin had died, her clue was broken. She felt uncomfortable and could not make a fuss, but she did not say.

She moved over and put her coat on her body: "Is it cold?"

"No." Lin Nian said, pulling off his jacket and sitting out a bit.

The rain dripped down the trees, and Song Yuhang took the people back again.

They were already a little far away from the main unit, Lin Nian struggled, lowered his voice and said, "Song Yuhang, what are you doing?"

Song Yuhang put on her coat again: "I care about you, don't always refuse my kindness."

"I, no, need, want." Lin Wei said every word.

Song Yuhang glanced back and saw that no one was looking at them. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the tip of her nose: "Dubs."

This action was too intimate, and Lin Fei's face burned and he became more uncomfortable.

Fortunately, someone helped her out.

"Team Song is not married yet?" The grassroots police are still a little curious about the female leaders in the city.

Song Yuhang sat back again: "No."

The man smiled: "I guess that's the way it is. The married, the draggers, and the few who are willing to run the line."

"Where's Forensic Doctor Lin?"

Somehow, the topic turned to her again. Although the female forensic doctor didn't speak much along the way, she couldn't be ignored by her appearance.

After thinking about it, the policeman couldn't think of an accurate adjective. With a flash of inspiration, he suddenly thought of a commonly used sentence in martial arts: Leng Meiren.

Unexpectedly, Lin Fan turned his head and curled his lips, but there was a bright and moving smell.

"No, but there are quite a few boyfriends. It's annoying to go to his house one to five or two to six."

As soon as she finished speaking, the tree branch that Song Yuhang used to pull the soil "creaked" and broke in his hand.

The policeman's smile froze on his face: "Haha...haha...Forensic Doctor Lin is really...really..."

He didn't think of it for a long time.

Duan Cheng pricked his ears: "Listen, what sound?"

Everyone held their breath, and the world was silent, except for the crackling sound of rain on the branches.

They were huddled in the col, it was pitch black outside, and they couldn't see their fingers.

Fang Xin was a little frightened, she was the first time staying in the wilderness.

"Wh... what sound? Why didn't I hear it?"

As soon as her voice fell, there was a burst of loud howls of wolves in the mountains and forests, one after another, which was creepy.

It was the first time that Duan Cheng heard the howling of this kind of animal that had only been seen on TV and in the zoo at close range, and the goose bumps came down.

Following the howling of wolves, there was also a rustling noise in the mountains not far away.

Lin Tied calmly and touched the mechanical stick on his waist.

Song Yuhang pulled her back, loaded the bullet, and walked out hunched over: "I'll go and see."

Lin Nian pulled her and didn't hold her, suddenly anxious and angry: "Song Yuhang!"

Song Yuhang got into the forest without looking back holding his flashlight.

The others stayed in place and waited anxiously. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lin Fan stood with his mouth closed, reached out and wiped the rain off his face, clenched the mechanical stick in his hand, and stared at the direction she was leaving. .

The sound of the rustling in the forest became louder and louder, the flashlight dangling, about tens of meters apart, she was no longer visible in the shadow of the trees, and I heard what she said in a trance. The flashlight suddenly went out.

Lin Nai rushed out like an arrow from the string.

"Song Yuhang!" she shouted, raising her voice.

Song Yuhang was smashed and covered by the rain and tree branches, a touch of mud and sand on his face, the flashlight reflected her anxious face above.

She picked up the stone and smashed the tree, and made a sound to attract her attention: "I am here, and a fellow is also trapped. Go and call someone."

Lin Wei's flashlight went down, and she was still holding a seventy or eighty-year-old woman in her arms, leading the goat.

The movement just now must have been caused by this person, and they thought the wolf was coming.

Lin Wei really wanted to scold her: "If you don't worry about it, you will die, right?"

The buffer platform is small, and one step back is an abyss.

Song Yuhang just smiled: "Okay, I'm fine, go ahead."

The rope was quickly brought over, and the old man was hung up first, then the sheep, and finally Song Yuhang.

Lin Fan didn't want to reach out to help her. Seeing that she was struggling to hold the rope, he still reluctantly passed it.

With the help of Song Yuhang, he turned over, and the recoil force made two people back a few steps at the same time, which was equivalent to holding Song Yuhang in her arms, or Song Yuhang crashing into her arms.

The heartbeat is as loud as rain.

Lin Yan pushed her away with both hands, turned his head and left.

"Huh—Lin Wei, listen to me." Song Yuhang felt his gun still, he sighed in relief, and quickly raised his heel when he saw her walking away.

The old man was talking the local dialect in his mouth, and the group was confused. Even the police did not understand, scratching their heads.

She went to pull Song Yuhang again, handed the rope tied to the sheep into her hand, and said a few words in a whisper.

Song Yuhang understood: "Are you asking us to follow you?"

The old man nodded while looking at the uniform on her, and after another thumb, Song Yuhang raised his foot to signal the others to follow.

The locals were still familiar with the road. Not long after the group walked in the rain, the terrain became flat. After turning around a bamboo forest, they arrived at the old man's house, a small hut.

They were crowded, and the old man was a little embarrassed. They were talking and bowing. Song Yuhang helped them up.

"Thank you for taking in, or we will be outside in the heavy rain for the night."

Song Yuhang drove the sheep into the fence and closed the chai gate.

The old man was getting older, his legs and feet were a little awkward, he limped out of the house and handed her a towel, motioning her to wipe her face.

The towel was too dirty to see the original color, Song Yuhang didn't dislike it. He took it and wanted to wipe his face, but suddenly thought of something, and handed the towel to Lin Fan.

Lin Nian took a step back, dismissing it, "You can wipe it yourself."

She didn't get angry, so she wiped her face and stroked her short hair again. With wet black hair flowing behind her ears, the uniform was stuck on her body and it seemed to have lines, lines, muscles and muscles.

The old woman turned on the kerosene lamp in the room, lit a fire, and motioned for them to come in and sit down.

The room was small, and it was ventilated on all sides. There was a small table for eating outside. It was also dark. A few people sat on it, and there were no extra benches. The old man brought in some dry straw.

A group of people just sat on the floor and warmed up.

The old man faltered for a while, and went out. Everyone was puzzled. Fang Xin followed out in a hurry. After a while, he came back and said, "Come and let someone help set the fire."

They suddenly realized that Duan Cheng rolled up his sleeves and followed up: "I'll come, I'll come."

During the day, the boats were exhausted, and the rain climbed the mountain at night. The group of people had long been exhausted, but they were all excited when they heard that there was food. Even Lin Fan looked forward to it a little.

But when the things came up, she was dumbfounded, and stirred the muddy rice paste with a soup spoon. There were still vegetable leaves and things she couldn't call her name.

"Pig food?"

Duan Cheng looked at her with an indescribable look, and still held up the bowl.

Song Yuhang took a sip: "Try it, it tastes good."

Lin Fan sat back and said, "No, you can eat it."

As soon as the voice fell, his stomach grunted in good time.

Lin Fian turned his face away, and Song Yuhang shook his head helplessly.

When the old man saw that she was not eating, he was a little anxious. He whispered around her and didn't know what he said. Lin Wei turned a deaf ear.

The old man took another bowl and gave it to her. The hands of the bowl were shaking when she was old.

Lin Nianlue became a little impatient, and slapped away: "If you say that you don't eat, you don't eat, take it!"

Song Yuhang took the bowl from the old man's hand and stabilized her: "Lin I'm tired of you, why are you playing with your temper. If you don't eat it, you won't eat it. As for?!"

Lin Nian held back his breath, but the old man instead persuaded Song Yuhang: "Ah...ah..."

She then sat down again and drank porridge muffledly.

Lin Fan took the mechanical baton to listen to the rain outside the door angrily.

After a while, Song Yuhang accompanied the old man to the kitchen to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. The two of them didn't know what they said at the door. The old man pointed his finger at the back mountain, and Song Yuhang took a sickle and went out.

Lin Fan turned around holding the mechanical stick and leaned against the door. He didn't want to pay attention to her, and didn't notice when she came back.

About half an hour later, the male detectives squeezed into the wood shed to rest. Lin Fan reached out and touched the cigarettes in her pocket. It was all wet and could not start the fire. She tossed the lighter uninterestingly.

Song Yuhang came over to pull her: "Come with me."

As soon as he entered the stove, it was warm, the old man squatted in front of the stove, took out the ashes with the tongs, and took out two yellow and orange roasted sweet potatoes.

A sweet smell came out.

Lin Nian swallowed and didn't move forward.

The old man’s face has a plateau red that comes out of the sun all the year round, his head is covered with silver hair, his skin is wrinkled, his skinny is bony, and his front teeth are still leaking. He is obviously shameless, but his smile is so sincere and beautiful. Under the dim candlelight, there is the warmth of elders watching children.

Lin Fan became more embarrassed.

Seeing her motionless, the old man took the roasted sweet potato and made a peeling gesture, making "times" and "times" in his mouth.

Song Yuhang pushed the person over, took the roasted sweet potato from the old man's hand, and rolled back and forth repeatedly: "Sizzle...It's so hot, do you peel it yourself or I peel it for you?"

Lin Wei snatched it with one hand, his fingertips were burnt, and he jumped his feet suddenly, and Song Yuhang and the old man looked at her and laughed together.

She sat in the kitchen room and sipped the roasted sweet potatoes. Song Yuhang picked up the leftovers from the ashes. The old man stomped the firewood at the door and carried the rained firewood in for drying.

Song Yuhang glanced at the old man: "What we ate today may be the old man's ration for half a month."

Lin Fan was choked, and the sweet roasted sweet potatoes became a little hard to swallow. She took it a little further, "Then where do you come from?"

"It was dug in the fields in Houshan, and the old people couldn't bear to eat them when they sold it for money."

She was still pounding the ashes, Lin Nian glanced at the old man sitting at the door chopping pigweed.

"Anything else?"

Song Yuhang took out from the earthen stove and gave it to her: "Yes, isn't it enough?"

Lin Fan didn't care about the heat when he picked it up, so he put a layer of thatch and walked to the door, putting it on the old man's apron.

"eat."

She only spit out a single syllable, the old man was puzzled, and hurriedly pushed to her again: "You time...you time..."

She understood this time.

But she has always been bad at talking to people who are reasonable, and she is a bit anxious.

"Let you eat it!"

Song Yuhang couldn't hold back, he grinned.

Lin Fei coldly rolled his eyes and stared at him, he forced the roasted sweet potatoes back into the old man's arms, walked a few steps, then turned his head, took out all the money in his pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hands.

The old man was even more anxious with the wet money, and his face was full of horror.

Song Yuhang stood up and comforted her: "It's okay, you can accept it, she has a lot of money, not bad."

Lin Fan didn't say a word, squatting on the ground and gnawing on sweet potatoes, like a kid who did something wrong but refused to admit it.

Song Yuhang looked funny, how could there be such a stubborn, such duplicity, and such a cute person.

When the old man left, her heart became hot and she gave her the only low stool in the kitchen, motioned her to sit, and squatted down in front of her.

The eyes of the two were level, and Song Yuhang raised his eyes to look at her. His pupils were glowing with light brown, like crystal-clear glass beads. The fluffy head was in front of her, and his smile was gentle and indifferent.

For a moment, she even felt that this life was the wrong species, it should be some kind of large dog.

Lin Wei was startled, she had already spoken, "Is it delicious?"

Lin Nian lowered his eyes, avoiding her sight contact: "Yeah."

"I'm not full." Song Yuhang said honestly: "You gave my one to the old lady."

"..."

Lin Fan straightened his arms and handed her half-eaten roasted sweet potatoes: "I'm full."

The eyes were clearly lingering on it.

Song Yuhang couldn't help but couldn't help but he didn't refuse to accept it. Lin Fan opened his mouth, did not speak, and swallowed his breath.

"Hey, I'll give you half. Now, it's fair." Unexpectedly, she broke the half and handed it to her.

Lin Wei was startled, and the corners of his lips curled, wanting to laugh, but tolerated it back.

Song Yuhang stuffed the half of the roasted sweet potato into her hand: "You, when can I be more honest?"

Lin Nian sipped the soft sweet potato meat and brought physical satisfaction in the cold and rainy autumn night. Perhaps she was too gentle and understood herself enough to tolerate her willfulness and all bad tempers. There are such people in the world. Around me, I am also very happy mentally.

Unconsciously, she wrinkled her nose slightly, revealing a little bit of wit of a little woman, with a little sweet potato crumb on the corners of her lips.

"I, didn't you say it? There is no word'frank' in my life dictionary..."

The ending sound is annihilated in her sudden movements.

The face in Lin Fan's pupils widened and widened, until the wind blew through the candlelight, and everything fell silent.

The corner of her lips was touched like lightning, and the little sweet potato shavings had disappeared.

Song Yuhang blushed, and people who had been in love for many years also blushed.

"Lin Wei, I figured it out clearly, how about you?"