Cultivation from the top

Chapter 181 The Emergence of a City
In fact, the female reporter didn't suddenly think of something and threw Ali at home, and drove the car towards that strange city by herself, but it was premeditated.

From the very beginning, the female reporter wanted to find clues by herself, and she didn't want to involve other people. Not to mention that Ali was the female reporter's younger brother, the first thing she wanted was to keep Ali in a safe place.

For example at home.

The female reporter also knew that the forum she had found might actually be an advertisement from the city called Kunlun Mountain City, but there was no other way to ignore this seemingly meaningless message.

Because the female reporter couldn't find any information related to that mysterious man on the entire Internet, let alone the fact that the park was put together like a steamed bun.

This kind of thing can only be described by the word "fantasy", and there is no other word to describe it.

Then, the slightly magical tourism advertising soft text can only be the last hope.

Even if it's half true.

Even if the foreword does not match the afterword.

Even if there are more scolding battles than discussions of truth and falsehood.

The female reporter can only choose to believe this post and choose to move forward alone.

After preparing the clothes and food, he immediately drove the car, turned on the navigation, and headed towards the border city that he had never heard of.

The female reporter was not a native of District C, but someone from other regions who came to work in District C and took root by the way.

Therefore, it is commonplace to go out and make a living, and you will not give up lightly just because of various difficulties in front of you.

However, when the female reporter's car drove out of District C, there was a slight hesitation.

The sky in the distance seemed to be covered with dark clouds, and it was about to rain.

Driving in heavy rain is very troublesome, not only has a large obstacle to the line of sight, but also avoids wet roadsides and tire slippage.

So, the female reporter found a hotel around District C and stayed there for three days.

For three days, the heavy rain showed no signs of receding.

On the fourth day, when the female reporter just got up from the bed and looked out of the window, the sky turned out to be sunny, and it was a cloudless day.

The female reporter was so happy that she immediately went downstairs and checked out the room, drove the car in the underground parking lot, and headed towards the unknown city.

Because the only way to Kunlun Mountain City is the expressway, the female reporter can only trust the steering wheel in her hand and the navigation that keeps broadcasting the voice.

After passing through several areas, it is a whole straight road.

There are no buildings, hotels, or restaurants around.

Not even a simple signage.

The female reporter wondered if she had come to no man's land.

The kind of no-man's land where there are no people for dozens of miles.

Now, not only are there no buildings longer than one meter around the female reporter, but even the vegetation is much less.

There are no trees several meters high, no low bushes, and no weeds all over the ground.

Some only have yellow sand and large stones.

On both sides of the highway, it looks like a decoration, standing on both sides.

The female reporter drove on this road for a day and a night, and finally stopped the car on a flat field.

There is no other reason.

She was a little tired, and the fuel tank had bottomed out.

Fortunately, I bought a few barrels of oil when I left Area C, so I wouldn't stop halfway and have to turn to the towing company for help.

The female reporter lit a bonfire, looked at the stars and the moon in the sky, thought that Ali might be playing games at home, eating hot pot, and looking at the instant noodles and mineral water in his hands, and a feeling of sadness hit her heart.

He could only gulp down the noodles, swallowing the bitterness into his stomach.

Unpack the ham sausage, take a bite, and chew.

According to the navigation, it will take at least two days and one night to get to the Kunlun Mountain City.

But the gasoline he brought with him could only last two days and one night.

In other words, female journalists have only this one chance.

Now turn around and go back, and you can go home before going to bed the next day and take a good hot bath.

Keep going, and once you run out of gas, you'll have to call in the tow truck company for help.

Not to mention paying a high fee, but also pay attention to personal safety during the waiting period.

It is very troublesome.

However, the female reporter was not the one who gave up lightly. She swallowed the ham sausage in three mouthfuls, drank the instant noodle soup, threw all the garbage into the campfire, and rinsed her mouth with water.

When I was about to go back to the car, I remembered that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet.

So I spent 10 minutes brushing my teeth carefully.

Looking at the gradually burned wood, the female reporter's eyes were also a little lonely.

She knows that the next journey will be extremely difficult, and it is not enough to simply talk about it.

Giving up, although it is ugly, at least it is a choice, and it cannot be said that there is no gain at all.

However, the clues I want to get will become farther and farther away, and even under the ravages of time, I will never find them.

Your own doubts will become worthless and meaningless.

Such a result is something that female reporters do not want to see.

It will take two days and one night to continue walking.

But it is a road of no return.

Go on, gasoline is unconditional to return, you can only go on.

But, can you really find the clue that looks like a soft advertisement when you walk down?
The travel advertisements I see every day are not ten, but at least five, all of which use various topics to attract people to click in, thereby attracting potential customers.

Why do I firmly believe in this kind of advertorial that is full of loopholes and cannot even be logically self-consistent?
Could it be that his brain is really broken?
The female reporter spit the foam out of her mouth.

That Kunlun Mountain City seems to be just a border city. Although the urban infrastructure is very complete, it cannot change the objective condition of being far away from a big city.

Far away from big cities, how big a wave can a border city cause?

What's more, if there are no planes and trains, how can the economy develop?

Probably only the tourism industry can maintain local expenses.

The female reporter was still skeptical about the city she was going to, and couldn't believe whether it really had the clues she wanted.

Even though she and Ali had sworn words like "definitely" and "definitely" before, there was still no way for the female reporter to believe that Kunlun Mountain City would really solve her doubts.

On the third day, the gasoline in the car was about to bottom out.

The mentality of the female reporter finally gradually collapsed during the journey of three days and two nights.

High towing fees, wasted time, and the truth that I will never find out.

The female reporter was very disappointed.

But also very helpless.

Just as she was watching the pointer of the fuel gauge was about to return to zero, a city gradually appeared in front of the car window, gradually entering the sight of the female reporter.

(End of this chapter)