Arty Records

After eating a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, the group set off for Manggan Road.There were three cars in total, a car for the town leaders, a jeep for business, and the Snow Leopard military vehicle that Hong Xinyao and the others drove over. There were more than a dozen people in the government building.

Before leaving, Director Tang told the police on duty to mobilize residents to search inside and outside the town.Halfway there, it really started to snow.Hong Xinyao was so anxious that he suddenly heard the jeep behind him honking desperately.The two cars in front stopped, and the jeep driver ran over: "Something went wrong, what should I do?"

Everyone got out of the car to check, probably the car was too old, it hadn't loaded so many people for a long time, and it couldn't run on such a bad road.After some discussion, Director Tang finally instructed the people in the car to repair it on the spot. If it couldn't be repaired, he either sent two quick-legged people back to the town to find the sledge, or several people pushed it together, and got the car back no matter what.

Start again, has been delayed for more than half an hour.Because of the snow, the speed became slower.Fortunately, we had to pay attention to abnormalities on the side of the road. Everyone kept silent and stared at the sides of the car windows.The wheels pressed against the rut formed before, and the snow chain hit the ground, making a rattling sound.The woods on both sides are getting denser and denser, and when we get closer, we realize that except for the treetops and the ground are white, the black trunks in the middle are arranged like endless black arrow arrays, which does not have a gloomy meaning.

Hong Xinyao clenched his fists tightly.Things started last night, as if suddenly out of control, and tended to become more weird and unpredictable.He didn't know what had gone wrong.Is it true that some people are motivated by money and murder for money?Not impossible.However, deep down in his heart, he firmly refused to believe it, and always felt that the nerd was somewhere in this area, waiting for him.

Fang Sishen, where are you?

An hour later, we arrived at Manggandao Forest Farm.A total of nine people, each in a group of three, searched in three directions, and agreed to a limit of two hours.Hong Xinyao, together with Lao Lin and director Tang, first went to the house of the forest protection brigade to ask the forest rangers on duty, but found nothing.

"Young Master Hong, you said that your friend, most likely, went to the grave of his parents, but no one knows the exact location, this..."

The forest ranger said: "When was it buried? When someone died earlier, they just found a random piece of land in the forest, and now they rent a place in the funeral parlor."

"Probably... more than ten years."

"Hey, this is really difficult. I know, there used to be a small pine forest at the end of this house, and many old people were buried there. Anything else would be in the ditch," the forest ranger shook his head, "This kind of God, I can't go."

"Then go up to the end and have a look."

Hong Xinyao and Lao Lin were well equipped, with long military boots and a sheepskin coat, and the forest ranger was also dressed in cold-proof clothing, leaving director Tang to wait in the forest ranger team.Hong Xinyao was already very grateful that he was willing to accompany him to this step.After hearing that he was able to attract the project, he obviously took it more seriously, but Young Master Hong was not in the mood to pay attention to his attitude at the moment.

The three of them walked through the abandoned forest farm dormitory area, because there were messy debris everywhere, and it was much more difficult to walk than pure snow.The forest ranger chattered as he walked: "Young man, you should be mentally prepared. In the winter, we are looking for someone here. If you find someone, you are lucky. If you can't find someone, it's normal. Those who lost their lives were all locals. They were drunk and fell to the side of the road, and no one knew about it when they were buried in the snow. When they found out again, it was the time for the snow to melt, and three or four months had passed..."

Hong Xinyao felt that his whole body had a tendency to be frozen.

"He doesn't drink."

The four words came out, and the voice passed through the throat like icy balls, and a mouthful of cold air was sucked in, and the lungs shrank into a ball, it was so fucking painful.

He thought, why don't I just come to him?Why don't you leave sooner?Why don't you ask a few more questions?Why do you want to have fun?Why fight with people for wine?Why is it always one step away?Why can't I find him?Why... knowing that he is here, but not finding him?

Facing the mountains and fields, the rolling forest, the vast snowfield, Hong Xinyao couldn't help but think, which tree and which piece of snow would he be behind?As soon as this idea came up, he immediately denied himself, no, he couldn't be behind any tree or under any piece of snow.

Because, that's totally unacceptable.

The forest ranger was still nagging: "Don't drink? In this environment, if you don't drink, you can still see dizzy eyes and slippery feet. There is a random slope or pit on the side of the road, and you want to climb up after falling? Unless you are lucky, someone Pass by, or you will faint from the cold within two hours. It is not safe to go on flat ground, let alone go into the forest on the ice. One year ago, the ice hole that people dug fish was not frozen tightly, and fell down; catching rabbits in the forest There are those wicked traps, and if you don’t fill them up after you run out, your legs get stuck and you can’t pull them out..."

Hong Xinyao had a strong urge to strangle this talkative ranger to death.

Standing at the end of the dormitory area, there is no small pine forest as imagined in front of you, and you can't see the appearance of the cemetery. There are shallow small snow packs connected into a piece, which is not much different from the open space of the forest farm.

Leaving the ranger aside, Hong Xinyao walked back and forth, carefully searching for traces of people.

Lao Lin cautiously said: "Young Master Hong, the light snow that just fell can't cover the footprints. It seems that no one has been here, I'm afraid...the place is not right."

Hong Xinyao stopped, his eyes blurred.

Growing up so big, before today, he had never experienced what it was like to lose.

At this moment, he finally knew that what you have gained may be lost at any time.

How difficult it is to pursue, how easy it is to lose.

How happy you are when you have it, how painful it is when you lose it.

The problem is, when he thought about it, he hadn't really got and owned it at all.

What a fucking destiny.

The trial period has just begun, Fang Sishen, you owe me an answer.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lao Lin had no choice but to follow behind and walk back and forth.Seeing that the sky was getting dark, it would be too late if he didn't return, so he stood in front of Hong Xinyao: "Young Master Hong, auspicious people have their own auspices, your friend may have returned to the city, and there may be noble people to help you on the way. We have to go, the temperature will drop by [-] to [-] degrees at night, we must hurry back to Ahla."

Hong Xinyao stared fixedly at the treetops in the distance, nodded after a while, "Okay, let's go."

Everyone crowded together in the small house of the forest rangers. This trip was in vain, and everyone comforted Young Master Hong with various absurd assumptions.After a little refreshment, we drove back to Ahla and had dinner in full swing.

Hong Xinyao didn't say much.The rest retreated after dinner, freed up the two best dormitories for the three of them, and gave up the heat storage of the car to park the Snow Leopard.Director Tang asked about tomorrow's arrangement, and Lao Lin answered, "We'll go to the city early tomorrow morning to think of other ways, and I'll trouble you to continue to pay attention to this end."

"Of course, of course, definitely. I've been tired all day, so I'll have a good rest." Probably having been tormented miserably, Director Tang was obviously relieved when he heard that they were leaving tomorrow morning.

Sitting in the bungalow dormitory, Hong Xinyao asked, "Brother Lin, do you have any cigarettes?"

Lao Lin took out the cigarette case from his pocket, opened it and handed it over.Wait for him to pull out one, and then send it to the fire.

Sighing, he said slowly, "Young Master Hong, we are on our own, and we won't tell you lies. If something really happens, don't count on it after this day; if nothing happens, then nothing will happen, maybe it's just accidental contact. Come on. No matter which side we have, we have to go back tomorrow. We have to make a long-term plan. There is nothing you want in this broken place, and the manpower and equipment can’t keep up, so it’s a waste of time.”

"Okay, Brother Lin, I'll listen to you." After smoking a cigarette, Hong Xinyao took out his phone, "I'll try again." Unsurprisingly, it still didn't work.

After a moment of silence, he said, "He originally planned to return to Beijing today...I'll give his father a call."

Lao Lin nodded to express his understanding, and went back to the next room.

"Uncle Fang, happy new year."

"Xiao Yao, happy new year, how come you remember to call uncle when you have time?"

"You're blaming me for not giving you New Year's greetings earlier, and I will definitely come to apologize when I go back."

"Haha, then I'll wait for you."

It sounded like they were on the road, Hong Xinyao asked, "Are you outside?"

"No, I just came back from Yunwu Hot Spring, and I'm on my way to the airport to pick up Xiaosi," Guihai's night flight to the capital was an hour and a half later than Tu'an, and according to Fang Duzhi's calculations, the timing was just right.

"Xiaosi went to Guihai to play, and he came back today. You know he is a fool, and he didn't call before boarding the plane. What, you know about this? Well, uncle asks you, you know the student who invited him Is it? How is your character?"

"Yes, he's our classmate. I'm calling you to tell you, don't rush to the airport. My brother won't be able to catch the plane today."

Fang Duzhi was very puzzled: "What? How do you know?"

Hong Xinyao took a deep breath: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal. His phone is broken, and he doesn't remember a single phone number. Fortunately, that classmate has my number. If not, let me tell you first. It seems Because of an accident, there was a huge traffic jam on the road, so I definitely couldn't make it to the airport in time..."

There is a world of difference between lies and facts, the more panic and fear in my heart, the more realistic the words I say.Hong Xinyao didn't have the strength to think about what to do tomorrow, so he tried his best to deal with the present.He remembered that he said that his father had high blood pressure and could not bear the shock.

Fang Duzhi over there felt strange, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he said, "Tell him my number and ask him to borrow my classmate's mobile phone to call me."

"The signal is quite poor, I just heard it and then it was cut off. If you get in touch, tell him, in case... If you don't get in touch, don't worry..."

"Thank you so much, Xiaoyao." Dean Fang took the opportunity to build up a relationship with Young Master Hong, "You said it would be great if I had such a capable and reliable son!"

"I treat Fang Sishen as my own brother, and you treat me as my son, that shouldn't be..." His eyes were sore and painful, and Hong Xinyao was afraid that something unbearable would leak out as soon as he closed his eyelids.He cheered up, exchanged a few quick pleasantries, hung up the phone, and threw himself on the pillow.

Fang Sishen, where are you?

Fang Sishen realized that it was dark, and that was the time when he finally couldn't read the words on the newspaper.Looking at the door nailed with a few inches thick log boards, I couldn't help but feel very disappointed: no one came to deliver food, and no one came to see if I would escape.He flicked his wrist, rubbed his fingers, the rope broke after reading a wall of newspapers, and immediately put on all the clothes that could be put on his upper body.However, the free hands have nothing to do with the thumb-thick iron bars on the windows.No wonder there is no need for guards. Although the house is old and old, it is not generally strong.

Because the windows on the outside were blocked by bricks, the source of light was all from the windows on the inside facing the yard.The glass was smashed long ago. Fortunately, God was merciful. There was only light snow, and there was no wind. The snow accumulated on the windowsill also solved the problem of drinking water.The benches and tables are piled up to form a small nest in the corner.The newspapers are also peeled off and piled up on the body, both for entertainment and to keep out the cold.Every once in a while, he gets up and moves around, because he knows that no matter how tired or dizzy, he can't let himself fall asleep.

The day is over, and the night is really hard.

The speed at which the temperature drops is clearly transmitted to all senses, and all parts of the body are becoming dull.The most terrible thing is that the cough started to get worse, the chest seemed to be pressed by a stone, and the brain gradually failed to control... Could it be that it is really possible that we will not be able to see the sunshine of tomorrow?

Fang Sishen figured it out at this time, from the moment he was pulled here, those people probably made up his mind to let himself die here.Silently, alone and coldly...die here.

Unexpectedly, this time, he met a real and pure villain.

Life can be infinitely humble, and there are all kinds of absurdities in life.Fang Sishen has never been a person who enjoys entanglement with metaphysics. In his view, life and death are not so much a philosophical proposition as a natural process.It's just that no matter how calm I am, I never expected to meet him in this way.My mind is getting more and more blunt, I can't think of anything, I just remember that someone will worry about me and feel sad for me.Death, for the living, is by no means the end, but the beginning.He knew this all too well.I vaguely thought in my heart, it would be too cruel to leave such a start for those who care about me...

"Bang! Bang!" A thunderous sound woke him up.He propped up his body with difficulty, stretched out his head to look, and it was clear that someone was hitting the door panel with something.The door split open in the middle, and the sound sounded like an axe. After chopping and slashing twice, a big hole was exposed, and someone vaguely slipped in.

"Who……"

"Ah Zhi! Ah Zhi, how are you?" Lian Fuhai glanced around with a flashlight and found Fang Sishen, rushed over in two steps, raised his hand to light the lighter, lit the newspapers in a pile, turned around and picked up the broken door panel and set it on top , The warm bonfire immediately dispelled the cold.

"Azhi, do you have frostbite? Let Uncle take a look." He hugged Fang Sishen, untied his collar, reached in and touched his chest, then squeezed his palms, reassuring, "Don't get too close to the fire first, warm up slowly Lean over."

Fang Sishen grinned and said in a low voice, "Uncle Lian, you saved me again..."

When they were young, they hung on trees and couldn't get out of them, and couldn't come out of snow pits. The last person the He family and his son counted on was Lian Fuhai.

After a while, Fang Sishen gradually recovered and asked, "Uncle Lian, cough, cough! How do you know I'm here?"

"Uncle Yu tried to notify me. He was almost late." Lian Fuhai gritted his teeth, "These bastards! Have you caught a cold? What else is wrong?"

"It's okay, I just have a cold, Uncle Lian, you came too soon. By the way, how is Uncle Yu?" Fang Sishen moved to the side of the fire.His body was no longer cold, and the place where he was beaten immediately ached.Fortunately, the scars were covered by clothes, so Lian Fuhai didn't notice them.There was stuffiness and pain in the chest, and I only hoped that the high fever would not rise too quickly, making myself a drag.

"He was being watched when he came back from seeing you off. Today, the town was in a commotion during the day, so I took the time to deliver the news." Lian Fuhai snorted, "No matter how bad your uncle is, there are still one or two who are willing to be sincere." Helping friend. It’s just that when I get the letter, it’s all in the dark. I guess you have to close here,” pointing to the bricks blocking the outer window, “there was no such thing the year before last.”

From the looks of it, even Fu Hai was once a guest here.

"By the way, Ah Zhi, it wasn't you who came to the town to look for someone today, right? Old Yutou said he saw a group with the surname Tang from a distance, so he didn't dare to get closer to inquire."

"Maybe it was really looking for me. A friend knew that I was coming here, and they had made an appointment to meet yesterday."

Try asking, "Uncle Lian, do you have a cell phone?"

"I was afraid that you would need to use it, so I borrowed one temporarily."

An extremely old black and white screen mobile phone with complete basic functions.Fang Sishen took it over, and couldn't help but think in his heart, thanks to his number being easy to remember.Just after pressing the green send button, I suddenly remembered something, so I quickly hung up.

"Uncle Lian, you just said that the person who came to look for someone was with the person surnamed Tang?"

Lian Fuhai nodded.

"Should we leave here immediately? Will it alarm people if they knock on the door and set fire to it?"

Lian Fuhai got up, brought the shotgun from the door, moved a little away from the fire, then shook his head and said: "It's too cold outside, you should warm up first."

"I saw what the surname Tang meant, and suspected that you had evidence of corruption in the renovation of the shanty town, so you arrested me. Uncle Lian, we must never let them know that you are here."

Lian Fuhai suddenly realized: "No wonder you keep an eye on it so closely... You said that you walked directly from Manggan Road, and I felt relieved. Evidence, what evidence can I have, and what is the use of evidence? These grandsons are guilty, suspicious, and they did it." It's all sinister and immoral! In short, Ah Zhi, it's my uncle who hurt you. Don't worry, the nearest house here is 200 meters away. It's late at night, so it won't scare anyone. Those who dare to come, huh, I think he is courting death!"

Fang Sishen thought, no matter what, he should contact Hong Xinyao first.He bowed his head and started editing text messages.

Just two seconds after sending it out, the bell rang.

"Fang Sishen?" The voice was extremely low, with half-believing temptation and uncontrollable excitement.

"Well, it's me."

Rushing voices sounded over there immediately, as if they were putting on clothes: "Where did they lock you up? I'll go find you right away!"

"Don't worry, listen to me. Is it safe for you? Don't disturb others."

There was another rustling voice, as if checking the environment: "Okay, you whisper, I'll listen."

Fang Sishen sorted out his thoughts and slowly told the story.The intermediate details are omitted, and only the important key points are clarified.After a few minutes, it was over.It's just that I always want to cough, and it's quite hard to endure.

The sound of extremely depressed breathing came from the microphone.He couldn't hear a reply for a long time, so he called softly, "Hong Xinyao?"

"I'm here. Blame me. Blame me."

What does Fang Sishen want to blame you for?Before he could speak, he asked, "Have you contacted your father yet?"

"not yet."

"That's good. I called him and cheated him temporarily."

"Ah..." This is really unexpected good news, he even thought of it.Fang Sishen's heart was agitated, and he was extremely moved, "Thank you."

"How can I find you?"

"Are you coming now?"

"Going right now."

"you alone?"

"No, there are two helpers, they are our own."

After explaining the route in detail, Fang Sishen warned again: "Be careful, don't let anyone find out."

"Don't worry. Wait for me."