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Guan Ming turned the steering wheel calmly. The rapidly receding cliffs and valleys outside the windows on both sides seemed nothing to him, but the screams in the car couldn't be ignored. The tone comforted: "Don't be afraid, it will be there soon."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Zhao Wen was slammed against the car door tightly by inertia, his hands were tightly grasping the handrail on the top, his face twisted and hideous, "Brother Guan, can you drive slowly, this But the Panshan Highway, turning it down is no joke!"

Guan Ming smiled: "Don't worry, I won't make fun of your lives."

"Brother Guan is crazy!" Zhao Wen roared, "Zhou Lin, please persuade him! Zhou Lin!"

Zhou Lin was so frightened that he didn't dare to open his eyes. He said tremblingly, "Guan, Brother Guan, I know you're in a bad mood, but...but don't forget that your luck is even worse. , in case, in case..."

"Can you fucking stop the crow's mouth!" Zhao Wen broke down, "Do you understand the law of conservation of luck! Brother Guan, can you call it bad luck? That's because they are all saving for good fortune!"

Guan Ming didn't say anything, but the speed of the car slowed down.

Zhao Wen, who howled like a pig butcher, was finally quiet, then sat up straight, swallowed in disbelief: "Brother Guan, have you calmed down?"

Zhou Lin boldly speculated: "Maybe I think you are noisy..."

Zhao Wen: "..."

Guan Ming stopped directly: "It's foggy, so I can't drive."

Only then did the two people in the back notice the change outside, and they all lay down on the car window in surprise, got up and looked ahead again, and shouted in unison: "Damn!"

The originally clear and bright mountains suddenly filled with heavy fog. The rocks on the cliffs on the left, the lush green valley on the right, the white clouds stretching in the sky, and the scorching sun hanging high on the top...everything that could be seen was quickly covered by the great fog. Covered by fog, the speed is shockingly fast.

It's just a blink of an eye, and they can't see anything.

Zhao Wen's eyes widened, and he moved his butt toward Zhou Lin: "What's going on? Isn't it too weird?"

Zhou Lin also felt strange, turned his head and looked back: "It's already noon, it shouldn't be, and if there is a heavy fog here, it's because the car drove in, then it should be thinner behind it?"

Guan Ming started to reverse the car, and his clean and neat movements almost scared the two people behind to have a heart attack. He retreated to the approximate position when he first noticed the fog, stopped, and confirmed: "It was a sudden thick fog, there was no such thing as before."

There was a gasping sound in the car.

They were mentally prepared for the changeable climate in the mountains, but it was not normal to see such a thick fog in just a few seconds, even to the point where you couldn't see your fingers.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but the mountain road seems to be much quieter than before, and the insects and birds can't be heard. After the car is turned off, the surrounding is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop.

Zhao Wen whispered, "Did you hear anything?"

Zhou Lin held his breath in his ears, and said in a breathy voice: "...moo?"

Zhao Wen: "Haunted...haunted?"

Guan Ming frowned, no wonder the two were bluffing, he heard it too, although he is not a staunch atheist, he still doesn't believe in ghosts at noon, he tends to have a herd of cows nearby.

Not one end, but a group, because the voice came and went.

It is quite normal to have cows on the mountain, but because there is a valley here, there is a little echo, and the surrounding area is shrouded in thick fog, which naturally adds a little mysterious atmosphere.

Guan Ming had a conclusion in his heart, but his face became serious, he hissed, and said seriously: "It can't be... a bull's head and a horse's face, right?"

"Ah————" The two 1.8-meter-high men were so frightened that they almost peed their pants, and quickly covered each other's mouths to stop the screams, and shrank into a shivering ball in the back seat.

Guan Ming laughed out loud: "Qixi, the "Decryption" column team is not in vain, you can make everything go crazy."

As he said that, he reached out to open the door.

Zhao Wen was so frightened that he rushed over and grabbed him forcefully: "Brother! I call you brother! What are you doing getting out of the car now! You can't see anything outside!"

Guan Ming is fearless: "You can't even see it in the car, what are you afraid of in broad daylight?"

Zhou Lin also came over to pull him: "Don't, don't, just in case a hook sticks out from the thick fog and hooks you away!"

Guan Ming: "...the leader should transfer the two of you back to the "Decryption" team as directors."

As he spoke, he opened the door and got out of the car amidst their horrified eyes, and closed the door behind his back.

In the car, it was only a visual cognition, but when I came out, I could feel how thick the fog was in all directions from vision to touch. Guan Ming stretched out his hand, his fingers were wrapped in thick fog, the air humidity was very high, and his eyelashes quickly covered his eyes. Covered with a layer of water vapor.

He leaned against the car and wiped his face, raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. In the thick fog, there were not only cows bleating, but also faint human voices. Because there were several echoes, he couldn't hear them clearly. He stood After a while, I didn't find out anything, and I heard Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin knock on the window glass to urge myself to go in. After thinking about it, I turned around and prepared to open the door.

At this moment, the car door handle suddenly became clear in his sight, he raised his head unexpectedly, raising his eyebrows.

The dense fog around him dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his visibility was getting higher and higher. His eyes subconsciously turned to the direction he had been staring at before. There was no sound there, but there was a mass of white unknown objects moving fast on the path, which looked like Some kind of animal is running wild.

"Hey? What's that?" Zhao Wen and Zhou Lin boldly got out of the car, and also noticed the white mass.

Zhou Lin is the photographer, subconsciously raised the camera, zoomed in on the camera, observed it and said, "It looks like a cow."

"A white cow? It's quite rare." Zhao Wendao, "It runs so fast, is it really a cow? Did you read it right?"

Zhou Lin: "Hey, it seems to be heading for the village over there. Brother Guan, is that the village we are going to?"

Guan Ming nodded: "Yes, get in the car."

Watching the mountains run dead horses, never believe the distance you can see in the mountains. For example, the village is clearly close in front of you, but they drove for another hour before arriving at the entrance of the village.

The three got out of the car, Guan Ming looked around, and when he was about to lift his foot, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from nearby. He frowned, walked towards the direction of the sound, and unexpectedly found that there was a A big pit, and there was a cow at the bottom of the pit.

The cow was covered in snow and was rushing upwards with its hooves pawed. Guan Ming's approach seemed to frighten it. It let out a "moo" scream, slipped its soles, and fell back into the pit with a "dong".

There was a lot of hay scattered in the pit, which looked a bit like a trap set up by the villagers. The hay may have been spread on it at first to cover up, but now a lot of debris fell on the cow, and the cow shook its head and body. He looked up at Guan Ming with vigilant eyes.

It was only then that Guan Ming noticed that there was a golden star-like pattern on the cow's forehead, which was very special.

Zhou Lin leaned over: "Hey, isn't this the cow just now?"

Zhou Wen also came over: "Are you sure?"

"Not sure." Zhou Lin shook his head and turned on the camera, "But it looks quite similar. Look at the pattern on its forehead. It's too rare, just like the one in the photo."

Zhao Wen felt strange: "Why do I have an appreciation for a creature like a cow? It looks so beautiful! Shall we pull it up? There is a rope on the cart."

Guan Ming shook his head: "Don't worry, it may be raised by someone else, let's go to the village first, and by the way, whoever will pull it from someone else."

As he spoke, he took out the plain glasses from Pocket Road, wiped them casually with his sleeves in a breathless breath, and instantly became a little more refined and refined after putting them on.

The three went straight to the village, but they couldn't find the house they were looking for. This village is mostly left-behind old people and children, and the dialect barrier is very thick, making it very difficult to communicate.

Zhao Wen took out the microphone and pointed to the icon of the TV station on it: "We are here for an interview, is there an uncle named Bian here?"

The villagers talked and gestured enthusiastically. After a while, they found a young man and pointed to him to communicate with him.

The young man glanced at the camera carried by Zhou Lin next to him, a little cautious, and introduced himself as the supporting teacher here.

Zhao Wen hurriedly asked: "Then you should be familiar with this place, right? Is there an uncle named Bian in the village?"

The supporting teacher looked puzzled: "Ah... everyone in the village is surnamed Bian."

Zhao Wen: "..."

Guan Ming stepped forward, put away his usual "love so and so" temperament, and put on a professional smile: "It's like this, we received a call saying that there is an old man named Bian Aiguo who has some conflicts with his children recently because of inheritance issues. Now the old man’s sons and daughters call our TV station and say they want us to mediate, so let’s check the situation first.”

The supporting teacher was stunned, and stretched out his hand and pointed to the back: "Oh, the person you are looking for is over there, I will take you there."

Guan Ming thanked him with a smile, and asked about the situation as he walked: "Does Uncle Bian's children usually live here?"

Supporting teacher: "No, they have all gone out to work. I heard that they have settled down outside. I don't know the details."

Guan Ming: "Then have they been back recently?"

Supporting teacher: "I'm back, I've been arguing for the past two days."

Guan Ming: "What's the noise?"

Supporting teacher: "It's not too noisy, it's just that they heard that the old man was sick, and they rushed to pick him up to take him to the city to take care of him."

Speaking of this, the teaching support teacher obviously couldn't understand: "Everyone praised him for his filial sons and daughters, and said that he almost got into a fight for robbing the old man."

What kind of inheritance or not? I don’t know if the left-behind elderly in this dilapidated village can spend 2 yuan. Is the TV station making a mistake?

A group of people went to Bian Aiguo's house, and before entering the door, they heard noisy voices inside. Guan Ming signaled Zhao Wen to send away the villagers who were watching the excitement, and turned around and bent down to enter the door.

The room was very dark, and the dark yellow light bulb was knocked back and forth by the two children who were jostling. The old man lay on the bed and groaned, pointing at the water bottle, but no one cared about it. Guan Ming poured water for the old man, and the two Only then did the children notice him.

Guan Ming said: "Old man, we are from S TV station..."

"Oh! You guys are here!" The pair of children immediately walked over excitedly and communicated with him in Mandarin with an accent, "Are you that Guan Ming? Hello, hello!"

Guan Ming smiled and shook hands with them. Seeing that the old man was about to sit up, he quickly reached out to help him, and looked around: "I heard that you still have an adopted son. Is he at home today?"

The teaching support teacher was about to do the translation, but was politely sent out by the two sons and daughters, and came back and said to Guan Ming: "We can speak Mandarin, let's talk."

Guan Ming nodded, ignoring their small thoughts.

The old man seemed to be in a bad mood, but probably out of awe of cultural people and the TV station, he answered his question with vigor after listening to his children's narration.

The son translated: "He is studying in the city, and he called to say that he is coming back today, and he should be on the way now."

As soon as the voice fell, there were hurried footsteps outside, the door was pushed open, and a young man ran in sweating profusely.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly waved at him.

The young man walked up to him and sat down. Because of the dim light beside the bed, his face was a little blurry. His eyes were big and bright. He looked innocent and innocent, but he stared vigilantly at the circle of people around the room. .

Guan Ming noticed the grass clippings on his body, raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I'm Guan Ming, a reporter from Channel S."

The young man stretched out his hand, stared at him, and said in a clear voice, "Hello, my name is Bian Xing."

The author has something to say: Xing Xing: I fell into a pit, and he didn't pull me.