Let’s talk about “Peace”—

The reporter ticks his mouth and the smell of melons, which shows that it was not an illusion just now.

Did the old man quickly demolish the melon shed after he left? The speed could not be so fast.

What's going on?

He thought he could not think of the result, so he didn't think about it anymore and kept on rushing.

He walked four or five miles up the mountain with the scorching sun. There were trees around him. The cicadas all over the mountains were annoying, but there was no house. Standing on the winding highway, looking down, it was nearly a hundred meters deep from the bottom of the valley. There were no trucks passing by on the road. The reporter felt a little guilty and took out his cell phone and wanted to call the unit, but found that there was no signal in this place! He was even more panicked.

He had only one choice - to continue walking forward. Now that he reached the heights, the wind was getting stronger, and he felt a little cooler. After walking for a long time, he still couldn't see the village.

Could it be that the motorcycle driver lied? In order to ask for more fares, he might have said the road farther, and it would have been impossible to say the road closer. Could it be that the old man in the melon shed lied? The two of them had never met each other, so there was no need for him to lie to him.

Finally a truck came towards him, and the reporter stopped and waved his hand. He was not going to go home, he just wanted to ask the driver how far away there was a village ahead. Unexpectedly, the truck did not stop at all, and drove over rumblingly.

The reporter sighed and continued to walk forward.

He was too tired, so he decided to buy a bag of snacks to fill his stomach after seeing the village. If there was a small shop in that village, there was no such thing as asking for stuttering. He liked this experience.

Finally, the reporter breathed a sigh of relief because he saw a lake appearing in the valley. The water was clear and the waves were as flat as a mirror. A man was sitting by the lake fishing, like a statue, looking at the water with concentration, motionless. On the hot day, the man wore a long-sleeved dress, green, and a big yellow straw hat on his head.

I don’t know when I couldn’t hear the cicadas crowing, and the world was quiet. The reporter looked around and left and right, but still could not see the shadow of the village. Finally, his eyes returned to the fishing man - where is his home?

He wanted to climb from the winding mountain road to the bottom of the valley and ask the fisherman for the way. But the cliff was steep and it was difficult to get down, and he was far away from the fisherman. Maybe the time it took to walk to him could already enter the village. Finally, the reporter continued to walk forward, and he believed that as long as he kept walking forward, he would always see the village.

After walking a long way, the reporter turned around and looked at the fisherman again. Just now, the reporter was on his right back, and now the reporter was on his left back. He was still motionless, waiting for the fish to take the bait. Fishing for patience, the reporter was too impetuous and never had the chance to fish.

At this time, the reporter heard the earth-shaking sound of the engine again. Looking back, a big truck drove from behind. The reporter wanted to get on the car, so he waved his hand quickly. The big truck ignored him. The wind rushed forward in a hurry. The reporter cursed in his heart and could only continue walking forward. He didn't see it, and a big truck drove over from the opposite side. He only heard a loud "boom". He raised his head suddenly and saw two big trucks rolling towards the bottom of the valley.

The reporter was stunned and came to his senses for a long time. He widened his eyes and looked at the bottom of the valley: a car rolled to the far point, and a car landed near. The truck in the distance was idling in all four wheels; the truck in the near distance was lying on its side, catching fire, and the ground was covered with hollow bricks.

The driver will surely die if he rolls down such a high mountain road. The reporter hurriedly took out his phone and wanted to dial 110. Suddenly he remembered that the phone had no signal. He didn't know what to do, so he sat down on the side of the road and looked at the two unfortunate trucks.

He saw the fisherman again. He still didn't move, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The reporter was shocked. Two big trucks collided and rolled down the valley together. The sound was earth-shaking. It was impossible for the fishermen to hear it. Moreover, the two cars are less than half a mile away from him, closer than the reporter, and he didn't even look back!

The reporter remembered something again - a camera. He quickly took it out and trembledly took the scene of the car accident and the back of the angler. He wanted readers to see with him what indifference is.

After the filming, the reporter suddenly thought, could this fisherman be a deaf person?

He stood up and shouted, "Hey! That fisherman-"

There was an echo in the valley, but the fisherman still didn't move at all and ignored him.

The reporter decided to speed up the pace and continue to rush forward. When he saw the village and town, he called immediately. This was the only thing he could do. The driver must be dead, but he had to let the police come to see the scene of the car accident and his relatives had to collect the body.

The reporter had been walking on the winding mountain road for a few hours, but still hadn't seen the village. The more he walked, he felt that his hope was slim. Fortunately, the sun was west and it was not so hot. Now, he hoped that a black motorcycle would appear. No matter how much money he was given, he would return to Jiamu City. However, the world was silent and there was no trace of people at all.

The sky became darker and the reporter's heart was getting more and more stressed. He took out his cell phone from time to time to look, but there was no signal. Just when he was completely desperate, he turned a corner and finally saw a few dim lights, far away from the road!

The reporter immediately got off the road and ran towards the lights. Now, the first thing he considered was no longer interviews, but to find a place to stay.

He stumbled forward among the dense grass and trees, not knowing how far he had walked. When he looked up, the lights suddenly disappeared and were pitch black in front of him. He concluded that what he saw was not electric lights, that is, there was no possibility of a sudden power outage. So, did the mountain people receive some orders and turned off the lights at the same time?

He continued to move towards the direction where the lights appeared just now. He didn't hear any sounds, such as the barking of a dog. He didn't dare to continue walking and stopped in place. Looking back on today's experience, he suddenly realized that everything had become abnormal since he met the old man in the melon shed.

What to do now?

He had to go back to the highway, otherwise he would probably get lost in such a dark night. Only by getting on the highway can he get a ride. Even if no one carries him, he can walk back to Jiamu City.

So he walked towards the highway based on his impression. He walked for about half an hour after leaving the highway. Now he has returned, but he has walked for nearly an hour and has not seen the road.

At this time, he finally understood that he was completely lost.

He was tired and hungry and could not continue running, so he found a place to leeward and stopped, preparing to survive the long night and wait for dawn. The mosquitoes were flying overwhelmingly, and they were all very big. The reporter clearly felt that they rushed forward one after another, and their wings hit his hair shaking. Even though the reporter brought the erectile scent, countless big bags were bitten out of his body, which was very itchy.

The reporter was most afraid of mosquitoes. He hadn't slept all night. When it was light dawn, his eyes were scarlet. He looked around and saw that the road was extending not far away. He cursed and walked over quickly. He felt that Heavenly Peng was a maze. He had to return to Jiamu City, find his local colleagues to ask for help, and then come here to complete the interview.

Along the way, he saw no one except a concrete mixer truck passing by.

At around 10 o'clock in the morning, the weather got hotter and the reporter saw the scene of the car accident. The two unlucky trucks were still lying in the valley, and the one on fire had already burned into a black frame. The hollow bricks were scattered on the grass and no one picked them up.

The fisherman came again, and he was still sitting in the position yesterday, focusing on fishing. The reporter saw his back, green long-sleeved clothes, and a big yellow straw hat.

The reporter was too tired, so he sat down on the side of the road to rest. The reason why he chose to stop here was because there was a similar person nearby. Although this similar person might be a blind or deaf person, it would still make the reporter feel more at ease.

The reporter was resting and waiting. He had to get on the bus. Since leaving Jiamu City yesterday morning, he had only eaten one melon and drank two bottles of mineral water. Apart from that, he didn't eat any food. The weather was so hot, if he continued, he was worried that he would faint halfway. It was not until noon that a large truck that pulled wood came from the mountain. This time the reporter changed his method and quickly took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, raised it and waved it desperately. The truck seemed to be unable to see him and drove over with a rumbling sound.

The reporter turned his body and stared at its back, full of confusion. What's wrong?

There was a curve in front of it, and the big truck disappeared soon, and only the sound of its engine was heard getting farther and farther away. The reporter thought, are there often unfair people jailing cars here? Otherwise, why do all the drivers stop?

The sound of the engine was back, getting closer and closer, and the reporter's heart was so excited that it jumped wildly. It seemed that the driver had changed his mind.

The reporter was discouraged as soon as the truck emerged from the bend. The truck just now was red and the truck was gray.

The reporter stared at the face of the driver in the cab. He wanted to see what these indifferent drivers looked like. The driver was about 30 years old, with a dark face and wearing a snow-white T-shirt. He stared at the road ahead with no squint eyes. The car was very fast, as if he was in a hurry to rush to the battlefield or flee from the battlefield.

After turning the corner, the big truck did not seem to have pulled the steering wheel back, and it shot straight into the valley. Although the cliff was steep, it had a slope. The big truck flew into the air and rotated for a while. It fell down halfway through and hit the cliff, bounced up again, and then rotated for half a circle. Finally, it fell to the bottom of the valley with a rumbling sound, and it hit the ground with four wheels and stood firmly. The front of the truck was facing the direction of the lake. It was only 100 meters away from the other two trucks.

The reporter stared at the big truck blankly and felt his breathing tight. Within two days, he actually witnessed two car accidents in the same location! It seemed that everything was specially arranged and demonstrated for him...

He stared at the cab, hoping that the driver could climb out, and then thought, how could it be possible! Dozens of floors are so high that no one can live as long as he falls down.

The reporter slowly raised his gaze and stared at the fisherman by the lake again. He still didn't move and continued to wait for the fish to take the bait. The reporter only saw his back.
Chapter completed!