What?

Zhao Yunlan's nerves collapsed. In theory, this kind of stimulation, let alone shallow sleep, even if he died of drunkenness, he should wake up, but now his mind is like a ball of paste, and his eyelids are extremely heavy.

"Wang Zheng?" Zhao Yunlan pinched the bridge of his nose hard, blinked his eyes that were about to stick together, sat upright with great difficulty, and said in a daze, "I have only slept for less than an hour... Wasn't she still there just now?"

Zhu Hong looked at him seriously for a while.

She has known Zhao Yunlan for many years. Even if he is tired, he will probably just close his eyes and rest or sleep lightly. In the wilderness, guarding a group of skeletons can sleep so steadily, which has never happened to Zhao Yunlan. It is two different things: it is not easy to care about trivial matters and lack of mind. Zhu Hong bent down and approached him and smelled it.

Zhao Yunlan: "How..."

"Don't move." Zhu Hong took off the blanket he was wearing, picked up a corner, carefully plucked the fibers on the edge of the blanket, then used long pointed nails to pick out a little brown powder from it, put it under his nose and smelled it, immediately understood, and said to Zhao Yunlan, "You were caught."

Dizziness caused by tinnitus. Zhao Yunlan felt that hearing others' words seemed to be separated by something. When he identified what Zhu Hong said, he realized that he had been pecked by a little bird he raised in his home, thousands of words turned into two words: "Fuck me!"

...This unknown fire came so quickly that Zhao Yunlan couldn't tell whether it was the two things that "Wang Zheng actually drugged him" or "the blanket on his body was not made by Chen Wei"? Which one of them was more unhappy about him.

"Get me a bottle of mineral water." Zhao Yunlan whispered to Zhu Hong, "It's going to be cool."

"It's not hot either." Zhu Hong brought over a bottle of mineral water that had been frozen on the outside, shook it hard before shaking the ice that was tied together.

Zhao Yunlan frowned and took a few sips, then decisively poured the remaining half of the bottle on his head.

"You're crazy!"

"What are you doing?!"

Zhu Hong and Shen Wei spoke at the same time. Chen Wei wanted to reach out to stop him, but unfortunately the distance was too far away. He had been caught sneaking around in the middle of the night before, and he had been careful to hide from Zhao Yunlan from afar.

"Lin Jing stays behind and take care of Teacher Shen and the others." Zhao Yunlan ignored people with a calm face, wiped his face with this little cold water, then wiped his clothes casually, shook his wrinkled clothes, draped them on his body, and walked out with great strides, kicking a skull blocking the way three meters away, "Others follow me!"

Lin Jing hurriedly asked, "What should I do if these bones in the yard?"

Zhao Yunlan: "It was dug out and smashed."

Lin Jing was surprised: "Will this...is anger anything..."

"If a person violates me, I will not offend him. I will not throw a cigarette butt into his territory." Zhao Yunlan turned coldly at the door of the yard, "If a person violates me, I will dig his ancestral grave. Last night, they came in politely and gave me this set. Now it's dawn, and it's time to turn around. All of them have been smashed, so I will be counted on my own if there is any problem."

Zhao Yunlan's bandit temper was so angry that when he got angry, he refused to recognize his relatives, and no one dared to provoke him. Lin Jing shut up in a sensible way.

Zhu Hong had to trot to follow him, and after following him all the way, he mustered up the courage to whisper: "Wang Zheng... probably has her own difficulties."

Zhao Yunlan didn't look back: "Nonsense - do you have anything to waste, listen to it, and shut up if you don't."

Zhu Hong shut up for two seconds, and then couldn't help it: "Can't you talk well? Is this the same tone when picking up girls?"

Zhao Yunlan finally glanced at her and said something even more annoying.

He raised his eyebrows: "When did I say I want to fuck you?"

"..." Zhu Hong wanted to slap his face very much, but unfortunately she didn't dare to. She gritted her teeth and endured it, and said viciously, "No wonder you talk about one and blow the other, you can just be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

Zhao Yunlan quickly brought people to the place where they parked the night before and flipped out a few small travel bags from the trunk of a car: "The car cannot drive up, and the remaining road may have to walk. Open the outermost pocket, which is prepared with high-calorie food and a small bottle of 100 milliliters of water, which can be stuffed directly into the pocket. If you get lost and your luggage is lost, you will have these on your body to respond to emergency."

"There are these." Zhao Yunlan dragged out a lot of supplies to Zhu Hong, "Take them away, go back to the wooden house on the mountain and give them a share."

Zhu Hong stared at him in surprise: "You asked me to go back?"

"How fresh - don't think you look like a constant temperature animal when you look like a dog," Zhao Yunlan closed the trunk impatiently, locked the car, and called Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng to follow him, waved to Zhu Hong, "Okay, woman, before you are frozen and ready to hibernate, hurry up and go back-oh, yes, take this, don't drink it cold, and then put it in after it's warmed up."

He threw a small bottle into Zhu Hong's arms. Zhu Hong looked down and saw that it was a small bottle of rice wine with a low degree of saltiness - this thing was warm and warm, and there was no such thing as the Northwest. Needless to say, everyone knew that it was prepared by him before he came, and it was self-evident who he gave.

Zhu Hong was suddenly moved...even though someone even missed the way to express his gentleness.

In order to preserve the physical strength, Zhao Yunlan and the other three never said a word along the way. Fortunately, the sky was clear. Although the north wind was cold, the cold wind became less biting in the sun.

Guo Changcheng felt that they had crossed at least three or four mountains and had long deviated from the original destination of "Qingxi Village". At noon, they finally arrived at a small valley sheltered from the wind.

Chu Shuzhi tore a few packs of jerky and divided the three people who were almost frozen to dry. Then, Zhao Yunlan took out a map marked with dense marks, sat cross-legged on a stone, and carefully checked it.

"Where do you have any idea where we are going?" Chu Shuzhi asked.

Zhao Yunlan made a new mark on the map and said without raising her head: "Wang Zheng and the others live there are not the same place as Qingxi Village now. To be honest, when she mentioned it, I thought she meant Qingxi Village, until later, I looked up her files."

Chu Shuzhi was shocked. He thought that while Zhao Yunlan was dealing with his many brother-in-laws during this period, he was always so embarrassed that he had no time to care about it. Unexpectedly, he even did some serious business through the edges and could not help but ask: "What's wrong with her?"

"Wang Zheng herself is a Hanga tribe, whose original name is Glan. She named herself when she entered the Soul-Stocking Order." Zhao Yunlan said, "The Hanga tribe is neither enthusiastic nor hospitable, and has a strong xenophobic nature. It is impossible for her to live in a place close to roads and scenic spots like Qingxi Village."

"There are actually records of them in the historical materials?" Chu Shuzhi was shocked.

"It's not historical materials," Zhao Yunlan pointed three points on the map, "It's "Ancient Evil Arts Score".

He shook the old map open and kowtowed at a point with his pen tip. With Chu Shuzhi's sense of security, he immediately realized that it seemed to be the location of the mountain hut they lived in.

Zhao Yunlan continued: "When I first entered, I felt that the heads in the yard should be related to the legendary Robula forbidden art. In the Hanga tribe, 'Robula' actually means the undead. The 'Forbidden art' here does not mean 'forbidden', but rather means 'imprisonment'... Guo Changcheng, why are you doing so far away? Get over here! You have passed the probation period. As a formal employee, can you be more positive in your work attitude?"

Guo Changcheng hurriedly took small steps and came over.

"In other words, this is called the 'spell of imprisoning the undead'." Chu Shuzhi concluded.

"Well, the Hanga people have had the custom of beheading and driving the dead since ancient times," Zhao Yunlan said. "I think it is likely to be related to their social form. The Hanga people have been in a certain degree of slavery until the extermination of the clan. The records of the Lobla Forbidden Art say that the Hanga people believe that they have absolute dominance over the slaves, whether they are alive or dead. Therefore, the dead slaves will be beheaded and sent to the altar on the top of the mountain, and their souls will be imprisoned forever through the forbidden art, and they will serve themselves after death."

Chu Shuzhi asked: "Is it special to bury his head on the top of the mountain?"

"Yes, the Hanga people once lived with many ethnic groups. Although they did not intermarry, they were inevitably influenced by the religions of other ethnic groups. Among the things passed down by the Hanga people, a small part of the ideological system of this religion has been passed down. Of course, the core is different. Among the sacred sacred worshipped by the Hanga people, there are some evil gods in the legends of other ethnic groups. Unlike the Chinese religion, they obviously do not think that all things have spirits, but perhaps because they live on the mountain and have seen the power of avalanches, they admit that the mountain has mountain souls, and they believe that the mountain soul is very powerful and can suppress the dead, so they chose to build an altar in the "mountain soul mouth" - that is, the backlight on the top of the mountain. They were also influenced by the Buddhist theory of reincarnation. In the forbidden art, Robra pointed out that the triangle can be integrated into a circle and become the deepest well in the world. No matter what it is, it cannot climb out of its shackles."

Chu Shuzhi was a very smart person. When he heard this, he immediately followed his thoughts: "In other words, there should be three of the same altars. They must be not far apart and close to the altitude. The triangle formed must be symmetrical!"

Talking to smart people is a relief. Zhao Yunlan nodded, and the three dots he drew on the map were connected into an almost equal triangle. Then he drew a small circle at the center of the triangle: "The dead are imprisoned here, and they are driven by life and life... I think this should be the former site of the Hanga tribe."

"Show me." Chu Shuzhi has a great sense of space and direction. There is a kind of person who has the ability to distinguish three-dimensional directions when looking at the map. He turned the map to an angle, studied it for a while, and asked, "Look, is this the valley with fire last night?"

"That should be even more wrong," Zhao Yunlan quickly put away the map and quickly stuffed two beef strips into his mouth. "Eat quickly, let's go immediately after eating."

Chu Shuzhi chewed the jerky meat slowly, and was silent for a while. Then he looked at the stupid and confused Guo Changcheng, and then asked after careful consideration: "Although it is to investigate the background of this visit, Zhao Chu must have a good study of evil magic, so that he can get the direction so quickly, right?"

Zhao Yunlan said lightly: "If you can't even distinguish between □□□, how can you be an anti-drug police officer?"

Chu Shuzhi thought about it and smiled rare, but his bitter face no matter how he smiled, he looked unlucky: "Since that's the case, why don't we, the 'drug police' train without internal employee training?"

Zhao Yunlan's movements of chewing dried meat slowed down and stared at Chu Shuzhi for a moment.

Chu Shuzhi looked back calmly.

Guo Changcheng looked at this and then that, and he didn't understand what was going on. He was afraid of the aura of these two people and did not dare to inquire, so he had to shrink his neck.

It took me a long time before Zhao Yunlan said, "Old Chu, you are smart. I rarely see someone smarter than you. Therefore, I will not waste some words. You know in your heart, so you should take care of yourself."

Chu Shuzhi narrowed his eyes and stared at the beef jerky wrapping paper for a long time, as if he was about to see the flower of the thing. At the end, he didn't say anything, but it was still the expression and face, as if the conversation had not happened just now, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

Fifteen minutes later, they set off again, and this time the person who walked in front led the way became Chu Shuzhi.

It was still sunny in the morning. At some point, it started to snow again. The three of them went west and took nearly an hour to walk down the mountain for half a circle. At this moment, Guo Changcheng suddenly saw something familiar on the snow.

He walked two steps quickly, and took a thin layer of snow on it through his thick gloves. After seeing what it was, he was shocked - it was a plastic arm.

Zhao Yunlan heard Guo Changcheng's "scream" and shouted loudly: "Zhao Chu! Zhao Chu! This is Wang Zheng's arm, Wang Zheng's!"

It was indeed a mascot, and it was easy to lose his luck with him. Zhao Yunlan thought about it, walked back three steps and two steps, snatched the plastic arm, and gave Guo Changcheng a headache: "Wang Zheng's arm has long been rotten, it's all fake and shoddy products you bought like a spendthrift - your arm fell here, where are the others?"

This little snow couldn't cover Wang Zheng's footprints. Even though she was very light now, Zhao Yunlan searched around, then thought of something, and suddenly raised her head - if she hadn't walked this path, it might mean that this arm fell from a high place.

Chu Shuzhi glanced along his gaze, looked down at the map, and knew it in his heart. He patted Zhao Yunlan on the shoulder and pointed up: "Look at that."
Chapter completed!