After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

The hotel receptionist had a new girl.

What remains unchanged is the shyness and silence. He doesn't say a word and never looks up to meet the guests' eyes.

These are far from the average front desk.

However, when confirming the check-out, Jiang Baige saw the other person's face clearly for the first time: he was not good-looking.

Jiang Baige, who had witnessed Han Li and Zhou Ling suffer misfortunes because of their good looks, had very complicated feelings.

I wonder if this receptionist knows that she “survived” here because she does not conform to the male aesthetic?

If that were the case, would she be happy?

Jiang Baige couldn't find the answer on her expressionless face.

Besides, all this was just Jiang Baige's guess. No one knew the true identity of the person on the other side, and she didn't dare to let her sympathy run rampant. After all, they were all in a difficult situation now - they could hardly save themselves.

At this moment, she almost envied the two boys around her who were only complaining about the heavy equipment and completely forgot that they had rested for a whole day yesterday.

Because they cannot empathize with the suffering of this world, they have a dull sense of happiness.

At this time, a voice saying that the inspection was completed came from the intercom at the front desk.

Jiang Baige walked to Ge Yang and put the tripod on his back: "Okay, let's go, if we're late we won't be able to catch the first bus to the village."

"You guys are still going to the village below?"

That annoying manager haunts us again.

Jiang Baige frowned, then quickly smiled: "Yes, we came here to shoot in the mountains..."

“So amazing.”

The smile did not reach her eyes, and the same went for Jiang Baige.

Song Siwen, who was too lazy to play along with him, had already raised his selfie stick and said to Jiang Baige, "Baige, shall we start the live broadcast from now on?"

Song Siwen's mobile phone has been given to Zhuang Yao, so they only have Jiang Baige's mobile phone left for live broadcast.

Fortunately, they did not forget to change their phone numbers before they separated yesterday.

"Live broadcast? You guys are still doing live broadcast?"

The manager's expression was very complicated. He changed his attitude and wanted to kick them all out immediately.

"Yes, this is also part of our research." Jiang Baige took over the conversation with a smile, "We checked on the Internet and found that Fengshui has developed rapidly in recent years. Even the villages below have achieved network coverage, so we chose your place for research."

"So what projects do you guys do?"

"There are many, for example..."

Quan Gang's voice interrupted the conversation: "Didn't you say you couldn't catch the bus to work? Why are you still chatting here?"

Seeing this, the manager had no choice but to return to the hotel, just like a turtle retracting its head into its shell.

This made Jiang Baige's intuition even stronger: this Ai Min Hotel must be the lair of this gang, or at least one of the key strongholds.

***

The four of them successfully caught the first bus to Wangnan Village.

At 9:45 in the morning, the sun had already completely come out and the mountain scenery was beautiful. No wonder so many backpackers came here.

But Jiang Baige was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at the moment.

Because she didn't know how many girls' youth were buried in these corners - those who were abducted, those who were trapped here from birth, and those who could not escape no matter what...

They are here now, but whether they can rescue Xiaomi is still unknown.

After all, several days had passed since Zhuang Yao overheard the news.

The worst possible outcome is that even they...

Jiang Baige looked at the rolling mountains outside the window and listened to the snoring of Ge Yang or Quan Gang next door. She once again sincerely envied them as men in this world and the "privilege" of feeling safe that they could enjoy without realizing it.

After a bumpy ride of one and a half hours, the minibus dropped them off at the entrance of the village.

In addition to the four of them, a woman and a man also got off the car.

The woman, who looked to be in her forties, saw them parked at the entrance of the village with a bunch of stuff and asked curiously, "Are you college students? What are you doing in this remote place?"

Before they could answer, the man, who was probably the lady’s husband, said, “Maybe they are here to hike again…”

Then he looked at them and asked, "But those mountains that are often climbed are not easy to climb from our village."

"Uncle, are you a villager from Wangnan Village?"

Song Siwen handed the task of live broadcast to Jiang Baige - since it was not her own phone, she was a little difficult to use, so she turned on the reporter mode.

"We are all from this village... But it is a rare thing for college students to come to the village."

"Rare?" Jiang Baige opened the live broadcast and said, "It shouldn't be. I searched online and found that there is a Niangzi Peak here, and people often come to climb it."

The uncle showed an expression that said, "You little girl have something to offer." "It seems that you college students have done some homework... Hey, what's the meaning of your cell phone?"

"Oh, it's a live broadcast. We won't take pictures of your face if you don't want us to." Song Siwen said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, when the lady heard about this new thing, she became excited. She came straight to the phone, posed in various ways, and asked "Did you take the picture?" and "How does it look like from this perspective?"

"It's good, nice, pretty good, very photogenic..."

After a while, the aunt simply invited them to her home, since it was time for lunch anyway.

Should they go? Jiang Baige was in a dilemma.

Ge Yang agreed directly: "That's great, we can go to Auntie's house to shoot some footage."

The aunt’s house was not far from the entrance of the village. Before entering the house, she asked Jiang Baige to take a picture of her: “Look, Niangzi Peak is behind me. From the side, Niangzi Peak looks like a girl’s face. Speaking of this, I remember seeing a girl in the county two months ago. She said she wanted to come to our place to climb the mountain, but later she didn’t…”

"What are you talking about, bitch!" The old lady was rudely interrupted by the uncle. He didn't dare to knock down Jiang Baige's camera directly, so he dragged the old lady out of the camera viciously and said, "I told you not to talk nonsense here."

"I'm not talking nonsense." The old lady was very unconvinced, "Weren't you there that time? We were going to find a wife for Erzhu in the city..."

"Erzhu?" Song Siwen asked hurriedly, "Is he your son?"

"Of course not, he is..."

"Enough, stop talking nonsense!" The uncle kicked the aunt on the calf, not caring that there were people around him, and said, "Go get some tea for the college students."

The aunt cried out in pain, shut up, and walked into the house, followed closely by the uncle.

The four people outside the house looked at each other in bewilderment. Quan Gang asked quietly, "Why does this house feel so strange..."

Weird? That's right.

Jiang Baige captured information that the other three did not: Erzhu, the "key figure" who had also appeared in the previous life.

Before she stepped half a foot into the door, she reminded him again: "Remember, we have water and dry food, don't eat or drink anything carelessly - this is a small village, the water is deep."