As soon as I heard her say this, my whole body went crazy.
Without hesitation, he quickly put on his pants and ran out and knocked on Uncle Yang's door next door.
Maybe he had just fallen asleep, so he opened the door and asked me in a daze: "What's wrong?"
"Go out and have a look, Xiao Yu said it seems like someone wants to steal Uncle Liu's body!"
I shouted, then turned around and rushed straight to the stairs.
"Fuck!"
Uncle Yang was stunned for two seconds before he realized what he was doing. He followed closely behind me, and together we rushed out of the hotel and came to the car.
"No one."
Uncle Yang rubbed his eyes: "Senior Liu is here, is that female ghost deceiving you?"
I said no, how naive she is, telling such a lie just to trouble me?
He shuddered: "Then maybe, if she wasn't naive, she wouldn't date others, and risk her own life."
I was a little unsure after what Uncle Yang said. I was wondering if Xiao Yu remembered that I had beaten her up and wanted to take revenge on me before leaving?
You must know that the temperature here is 30 to 40 degrees below zero in the middle of the night, so it seemed a bit shabby for the two of us to go to this stop.
Uncle Yang was wearing only a pair of underpants, and he was shivering in the cold wind.
I wasn't much better. I only had time to put on a pair of trousers, and I didn't even have time to get my coat. In a short while, I had a big snot coming out of my nose.
I was a little angry, and I even wanted to go back and beat Xiao Yu again, but I heard Uncle Yang mutter in a low voice: "That's wrong."
He pointed at the car door: "Do you think the door handle has lost some paint? The keyhole also has signs of being tampered with."
As he said that, he looked at the rear windshield again: "There is also a small hole in the glass. No, that little girl must not have lied. There is definitely something wrong with this."
I also took a look, and indeed, there were two small gaps in the originally smooth glass, which looked like they had been chiseled by something, but they hadn't been cut through yet.
"These people are really interesting."
Uncle Yang frowned: "If you want to steal something, can't you just smash it with a hammer? Why bother digging holes?"
"Drill a hole?"
His words reminded me, and an idea flashed in my mind. I asked Uncle Yang: "Do you think this hole looked like it was gnawed out by a mouse?"
"Hey, don't tell me, it really means something like that."
Uncle Yang touched the gap twice: "This shape really looks a bit like a rat's tooth decay. Could it be that the person the little ghost said was transformed from a rat?"
I hummed: "It's not impossible. Qingqing said that the Hui family is the least popular among shamans, and they even have some grudges against the Liu family.
But they are one of the immortal families after all, and they probably came over to check the situation after they sensed the aura of the ancestor spirits. When they found out it was Uncle Liu, they tried to steal him back, but luckily Xiao Yu discovered him in time."
Uncle Yang's expression was a little solemn: "If this is really the case, then we will have too many variables along the way."
But regardless of whether it was done by the Hui family or not, Uncle Yang and I didn't dare to sleep any more that night. We went back to the room, got dressed, and then stared in the car until dawn.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, a middle-aged man in his fifties, not tall, who looked honest and honest came to see Uncle Yang.
He is a friend of Uncle Yang. It is said that he has been traveling for many years. He has a wide network of contacts and is familiar with the roads. The most important thing is that he can speak Russian, so Uncle Yang asked him to take us out.
But it was still early at that time, so the group had a meal at the hotel first, then went back to the room to relax for the afternoon, and then set off when it was just dawn and turned down a country road that led to an unknown direction.
When winter comes, the wilderness in the Northeast is really inaccessible, especially since this is the border and the countryside. I drove for half an hour without seeing a single living thing.
"Lao Yang, you were too hasty this time, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The middle-aged man drove the car, with a look of embarrassment on his honest face: "We have a tight inspection here, and the Maozi border guards are very cunning. Wouldn't it be much easier to apply for a tourist visa in advance?"
Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes slightly: "Old Liu, aren't you talking nonsense? I will still come to you if I have time to apply for a visa?"
"Damn it, you were always bullying me when I was in the company, and you were still bullying me after you were discharged from the army. How many sins did I commit in my previous life to be assigned to you?"
Old Liu twitched his lips: "It's not difficult to get to the other side. Heilongjiang is very long, and you can easily sneak across it anywhere. But what if you don't have a visa and stay in a hotel there? Is it possible to set up a tent and sleep in the wild?"
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"Tell me less about problems and more about solutions."
Uncle Yang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took out a few stacks of pink banknotes from the drawer and threw them all over: "Don't say I took advantage of you, just use it to buy milk powder for your grandson."
Old Liu lowered his head and glanced, and when he saw the stacks of money, a smile suddenly broke out on his honest face.
"Hey, Lao Yang, why are you so polite to me? Can our comrades-in-arms be measured by money? Come on, come on, I can't take this money, take it back quickly."
He said this, but his hands remained motionless on the steering wheel.
Uncle Yang didn't bother to be polite to him. He leaned his head against the glass and said, "Stop the ink stains. Just take it for you. Things will be done well. If something goes wrong, I will really beat you up."
"Oh, you nagging me, when did I ever fall off the chain?"
Lao Yang was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand he was holding piles of money and stuffing them into his coat. His pockets were bulging, as if he had hidden a pair of grenades.
After finishing all this, he turned to Uncle Yang and said: "It's too hard to cross the border from the city. Let's go to the village by the river first. I know all the people there. We'll stay there for half the night and have something to eat.
We'll sneak over there in the middle of the night and someone will drive to pick us up."
Seeing Uncle Yang nodding, he turned back and told me: "Um... Xiao Gu, right? If you meet anyone questioning you, just tell them that you are a tourist and I am a tour guide, and I will take you to a farmhouse in the countryside."
I also hummed, and my eyes suddenly widened: "Hey, there are pitfalls, there are pitfalls!"
"Trap? What trap?"
He was confused and glanced at me in confusion, but the next second the car made a loud bang, bounced off the ground, and then hit me hard.
"Oh shit!"
My head came into close contact with the ceiling, and I was knocked back into the seat. The impact almost knocked me out!
Uncle Yang and Lao Liu were not much better. Fortunately, they were wearing seat belts, otherwise I would have been afraid that they would fly out.
The car was shaken and stalled, drifting forward for more than ten meters before slowly stopping on the side of the road.
"Damn it, how did you drive the car? You can't see such a big hole?"
Uncle Yang cursed, opened the car door and walked out.
"Isn't that what I'm talking about?"
Old Liu felt aggrieved: "Then who knew there was a hole? What bastard dug a hole on the road?"
I rubbed my head and looked at Lao Liu. The more I looked at him, the more unsure I became. I always felt that this person was not reliable.
Just now, I was bragging that I didn't fall off the chain, but I didn't fall off the chain, but in the blink of an eye, didn't I fall into a trap?