Endless route

Chapter 120 27. The major accident twenty years ago and entering the mountains [two-in-one]

Zheng Yun took Song Wan's cell phone and looked at the photo carefully, and soon found it strange, because he couldn't recognize which period of Mingchuan it was.

"Brother Zheng, there are more behind you."

Song Wan approached Zheng Yun and reached out to flip the phone screen. Although her phone was in Zheng Yun's arms, she did not hesitate at all and reached out to flip through the photos naturally.

Follow the strokes of your fingers.

More photos revealed.

There are many photos of this ship in this album. It seems that the Christmas Islands also tried to use this ship as an attraction to attract Easterners to travel here.

In addition to this boat, there are several open boats with special positions. One of them is sealed in the center of the iceberg, a hundred meters above the ground. Visitors can only look up from the bottom.

The visual effects are also quite stunning.

The glacier is as blue as the deep sea, and the open boat is frozen in mid-air, as if tourists are looking up at the bottom of the boat at the bottom of the sea.

Moreover, there is a large frozen whale next to this boat. Visitors dig a hole in to see the ancient Ming Dynasty ship and the whale floating together, as if they are at the bottom of a fantasy sea.

"All in one place?"

Zheng Yun turned his head and looked at Song Wan. She was wearing a pink bunny ears hat, her face was illuminated by the bonfire, her eyes were bright and focused, and she was always very energetic when talking about these weird things.

She does love adventure.

It can be seen in many ways.

"Yes, the Sichuan restaurant boss told me that there were actually many Ming Dynasty ice ships there, and the scenery was no worse than a pirate ship. He had been there before and took a lot of photos."

Song Wan nodded and continued to read.

Zheng Yun looked at them one by one. Song Wan was very careful when taking photos, and the information she brought back was also very crucial.

But because of its own perspective.

Zheng Yun still didn't recognize the period of these ships.

The official ships of the Ming Dynasty gradually developed and improved as time went by. Each period had distinct characteristics, from the cedar ships filled with sacrifices to ask for immortality, to the later discovery of more suitable ship wood, and the ship shape also had larger shapes. Adjustment.

"Then what happened next?"

Huzi handed Zheng Yun a large handful of skewers, glanced down at them, and then asked curiously.

"The Sichuan restaurant boss said that more than 20 years ago, a Western archaeological team, with about forty people, seemed to have arrived near this place. They also hired two teams of local tour guides, but all of them died and none of them came back. "

Song Wan raised her head and looked at Zheng Yun seriously. Her bunny ears stood up and bent, matching her. She looked very cute, but the story she told was very strange:

"This matter made international news because the more than 40 people came from the British Royal Museum. Several of them have high status in the Western cultural heritage circle. There are also famous Western explorers who have received knighthoods."

"They and local tour guides totaled about seventy people in total. After the accident, someone went in to look for them, but only found about twenty of them, strangely frozen in the ice. The rest of them have never been heard of until today. Who finds it?"

"In addition, the Sichuan restaurant owner whispered to me that these people wanted to move the Ming Dynasty ship to their museum. They stayed in the glacier for two or three months, just thinking of a way."

"There are some local rumors that these people were killed by us Orientals, and the two sides were robbing cultural relics. During that time, there were still gunfire in the mountains, and something happened to them within a few days."

Song Wan finished speaking in one breath, then straightened up and looked at Zheng Yun, and in a voice that only she and Zheng Yun could hear, she whispered with a serious expression: "Brother Zheng, do you think it is true? Could it be that he was really killed by us? of?"

"It's shocking, what are we, why are you doing this on your behalf?" Zheng Yun couldn't help laughing, he reached out and divided a handful of skewers, stuffed them into Song Wan's hands and let her eat.

But it’s hard to say.

My adoptive father also said this before.

During the old confrontation between East and West, when Lao Jiang's family met foreigners who were interested in Oriental cultural relics outside, they would usually point them out one by one, and the fights would be more fierce than fighting.

Song Wan's serious and quiet manner gave her a strong sense of empathy, which even made Zheng Yun feel a little guilty.

Because maybe it’s true.

He even had some relationship with his adoptive father.

But this is all speculation. Zheng Yun doesn't know if the circle drawn by his adoptive father is in the same location as this place.

"But the Sichuan restaurant boss told me that in recent years, Western archaeological teams have come again. A group just came some time ago, and they also investigated the death of the archaeological team twenty years ago."

Song Wan grabbed the skewers and looked around, then leaned close to Zheng Yun's ear again: "Then we will come."

After saying that, she looked up at Zheng Yun again. Her meaning was already obvious. She suspected that Zheng Yun was here to 'solve the problem'.

"..."

Zheng Yun frowned and thought, he couldn't figure out this matter. Song Wan's logic actually made sense. Maybe the purpose of his adoptive father's circle was to let himself 'handle' right and wrong.

That's what happened to Sensendai.

The adoptive father drew a few circles, and the ending was bound to be a blood-stained dojo. He directly sentenced Qianxian Dojo to death. As long as future generations go and see it, they will definitely be sentenced to death.

Tell the truth.

The adoptive father deliberately let his descendants kill people...otherwise, what else could he do, sentence Zhang Zhenren and the others to life?

So many people have been harmed.

Can it still be indefinite?

From this point of view, the adoptive father is a ruthless person, and he is cruel enough to his son. His first task is to wash the Qianxian Dojo with blood.

Is this something an ordinary father can do? Is this the way Lao Jiang’s family inherits it? No wonder the ancestors couldn’t assemble a whole body. How can this kind of educational thinking come up with a whole body...

What about this time?

Do you want to kill people too?

This logic was pointed out by Song Wan, and Zheng Yun suddenly fell into a trap. He couldn't accept this conclusion for a while. He grew up in a peaceful era, and suddenly became a killer. Wherever he went, he had to kill...

He turned his head and looked at Song Wan.

I'm afraid in her heart, after what happened in La Maine Town, she was a ruthless person, and even more so after what happened in Qianzhou Channel to steal the idol.

When he was in the town of La Maine, he judged all the residents and refused to let them leave the town. When he stole the idol, he had his men kill Zhang Ergou with one blow.

These are all facts from Song Wan's perspective.

She didn't even know that she had massacred the Qianxian Dojo, let alone how many other people she had sentenced.

No need to know.

These two things are enough.

After doing such a thing and killing everyone, how can his image be better? He is probably cold and cruel. Wherever he goes, something will definitely happen.

That's why she had a habit of thinking and felt that she must have come to W-08 to 'process' it.

Probably others too.

Zheng Yun raised his head and looked around at everyone. Hu Ruihua's tiger son, Liu Ming and Wang Sister... were actually listening to Song Wan's story. At this time, Song Wan did not continue to speak, and they all turned their heads to look over.

The skewers in the hands of Hu Zi and Xiao Hu, a thin young man, were almost burnt. The former scratched his scalp, and the latter asked: "Brother Zheng, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the archaeological team?"

"Why don't we eat first and then we'll talk after it's over." Seeing Zheng Yun's complicated expression, Sister Wang immediately came out to smooth things over.

"This aurora is so beautiful." Liu Ming also smiled and pointed to the starry sky in the distance to start the conversation.

"Would you like to drink beer on the hour? It's a pity that Ji Dao is not here. That Taoist's drinking capacity is really scary." Huzi bent down and took out a beer bucket and pushed it to the side of the bonfire.

The atmosphere is restored again.

Everyone ate, drank and chatted.

"Did I say something wrong?" Song Wan asked quietly, the two bunny ears on her hat drooping down.

"No."

Zheng Yun shook his head gently.

Looking at the joyful atmosphere in front of him, he suddenly realized that he had indeed thought too much, and that there was too much help for the good and little help for the bad. If in their eyes, he was a cruel and negative image, would he still have the scene and atmosphere like today?

So does Song Wan.

She has already had such thoughts and speculations, but she is not afraid of anything. She even has a stronger sense of empathy than herself, and it is us who speak, as if she had a contribution to the last time the Western archaeological team was killed.

These things exist in the law and in the human heart.

The town of La Maine is harming people because of its residents.

The situation at Sensendai was similar.

As long as the purpose is to protect more people and the bad guys are dealt with decisively and cruelly, there should be no negative opinions.

Otherwise, the people around you would have run away long ago.

As for the Western archaeological team twenty years ago, let’s not say whether they were killed by Easterners. As long as they did something they shouldn’t have done, even if they were, so what?

Zhang Zhenren and other Easterners made mistakes and acted cruelly. When it was the Westerners' turn, could they still be merciful?

J.

As long as you do something outrageous.

Then don't fall into your own hands, don't be caught by yourself, otherwise no matter who you are, you won't have a good life.

"Then what are you thinking about?" Song Wan asked again.

"I remember the last time I was in W-06, I opened the window to enjoy the breeze, put on my sunglasses and smiled happily, but suddenly I was splashed with mud." Zheng Yun smiled.

"Is there such a thing? Tsk tsk." Huzi immediately responded and glanced at Song Wan with a strange look.

"When did it happen?" Liu Ming's eyes were strange. When he mentioned the town of Maine, he couldn't help but think of bugs.

"Brother Zheng, why are you saying this all of a sudden!" Song Wan looked ashamed and stretched out her hand to push Zheng Yun gently.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Huzi said again.

"What are you tutting at? Why didn't you say anything about your vomiting?" Song Wan immediately turned around and stared at Huzi coldly.

"Uh, mine." Huzi shrank his head.

"Sister Song, there is no need to start a group attack. We were also attacked by you." Liu Ming held his chest and retched.

"The funniest thing about Huzi is probably the last time he shed tears secretly, thinking that Brother Zheng was doing something wrong." The thin young man interjected and helped attack Huzi.

"It's quite funny when a tiger beats a bloody monkey. He throws a brick at it. After being in the army for a few years, he finally learned how to use a brick." Hu Ruihua also added with a smile.

"I was wrong." Huzi said aggrievedly.

…

Finished the meal.

Everyone ate to their heart's content and those who drank too much returned to the hotel, while the remaining people sat by the bonfire and looked at the aurora overhead.

"Going to the mountains tomorrow? You don't need to accept the mission here. The insurance company will not give you money in advance. It will only be given when you bring the person back. We can just go directly. If we can't save him, we will treat him as a tourist." Hu Ruihua lit a cigarette and discussed with everyone.

"Everything is fine." Zheng Yun nodded.

"Okay, I'll go into the mountains tomorrow. I've long wanted to see what depth these glaciers and mountains are." Huzi nodded.

"Then rent a few more cars and we go to the rescue. Xiao Li's fiancée and Xiao Song's best friend will not be needed. Let them come back halfway." Sister Wang said.

The rest of the people are fine too.

After sitting for a while, everyone returned to their rooms.

Zheng Yun took out his mobile phone and looked through the map of the Immortal Palace, showing several places with place names in the Glacier Mountains.

Half an hour later.

He also went to bed.

…

Early the next morning.

Everyone got up early to prepare.

Hu Ruihua and the others went to the city to rent equipment. Sister Wang and the others packed up their own supplies. Zheng Yun hesitated for a while, thinking about whether to send out a few people.

If you go into the mountains, you may not have this opportunity. There is plenty of water in the glacier, but if you want to get water, you have to melt the ice on a large scale. For a while, you won’t be able to open the black jade pillow at all. If something happens, it will be too late to transfer people. .

But Jidao is still investigating the Gulou case.

You can only drop a few ghost generals by yourself.

In an open environment like the Glacier Mountains, Ghost General shouldn't be able to play a big role. He still has to hold Wang Xi in his mouth, so there shouldn't be any need for the time being.

When you go into the mountains for the first time, you shouldn't encounter much trouble. Possible dangers, such as wild beasts or disasters, can be solved or even easier to solve with professional equipment.

I won’t take it with me for now.

If you encounter danger, retreat.

8am internationally.

Everyone was ready. Hu Ruihua rented three snowmobiles. They were still gasoline-electric hybrids with strong horsepower. They looked similar to off-road vehicles, but the front and rear wheels had tracks.

Two of the snowmobiles carry trailers, which are enough to store a large amount of fuel, tents and other supplies for cold protection and survival.

After everyone loaded up the supplies and all the equipment was inventoried, the three vehicles started at the same time.

Zheng Yun drove a hatchback, the most powerful snowmobile, and took Song Wan, Liu Ming, and Song Wan's best friend, Hu Ruihua, who were both in sedans, and communicated with each other using walkie-talkies.

Wait for the heating system to start.

Warm up the entire car.

The three vehicles set off one after another, driving at full speed on the ice, heading towards the mountain pulse at the end of the horizon to the north.

"Zheng Yun, are you having fun driving?"

Liu Ming asked from the back row.

The ice is flat, and there is no concept of roads at all. There are not many tourists at this point. You can drive wherever you want, and the driving experience is very good.

“There’s a sense of freedom.”

Zheng Yun nodded.

This kind of place can be driven even if the ghost comes, just step on the accelerator, and there is no need to control the steering wheel.

But it won’t work if you go deep.

There are rough spots everywhere in the glacier mountains. Many seemingly simple little bumps can kill people, and even experienced drivers have to sweat. If they miss it, the car will easily break down.

Three cars kept going.

At first they were still communicating on the walkie-talkie, and Liu Ming and the others talked a lot, but after half an hour there was no sound.

Because the scenery is too monotonous.

There was a vast expanse of white all around, reflected blue by the aurora, and the mountains ahead looked right in front of us, but no matter how long we walked, it didn't feel like much had changed.

The place they were going to this time was called Chuanwou Glacier. It was 230 kilometers away from the Christmas Islands in a straight line, but actually they had to go around a lot, 400 kilometers to get there.

Snowmobiles use tracks to climb mountains and travel on snow. The speed on the ice can exceed 100. Once entering the mountain, it slows down quickly and it takes at least six hours to reach it.

Three hours passed.

Three cars entered the mountain one after another.

Hu Ruihua took the lead, followed by Zheng Yun and Hu Zi respectively, and walked along the gentle mountain road for another two hours.

They walked in the ice valley. The terrain on the left and right was getting higher and higher, and the glaciers were rolling. Each iceberg had a completely different shape, including all kinds of strange and weird shapes.

Another half hour passed.

Hu Ruihua suddenly stopped the car, and the dazzling brake lights made Zheng Yun quickly step on the brakes. Looking forward, Hu Ruihua and the thin young man got out of the driver's seat and held the walkie-talkie:

"There's a problem with the road ahead."

"The iceberg appears to be at risk of collapsing."

I was injured recently, so I will temporarily combine two-in-one for a few days, because it is easier to use two-in-one. Please forgive me...