Chapter 301: murder

Chapter 301 Murder

Song Moting found the big tree where the tractor hit.

He stopped once on the way and looked up at the surrounding mountains.

He was listening for movement, but he heard nothing except the ever-present howling of the cold wind through the silent mountain peaks.

At this time, no one has noticed that they are missing?

 Still not sure where they are at all?

 After Song Moting recovered, he began to wonder when rescue would arrive.

 With the current weather conditions, as long as it doesn't snow, the villagers can still save them. The only thing they need is to give them coordinates.

Song Moting came to the tractor.

 This is the nose of the tractor.

The trees cushioned the impact.

Song Moting still shudders slightly when he sees all this, recalling the incredible force during the impact, as if he was thrown violently by a giant.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to them if they fell into the bushes, but they would definitely die.

  Destroyed trees and debris marked the path of the tractor's fall.

 Fortunately, the tractor did not catch fire.

 Many times, the impact of the tractor falling to the ground is not fatal, but the subsequent fire that is fatal.

 Once the fire broke out, neither of them would have a chance to survive.

 He climbed onto the tractor, and the tractor head was stuck between the trees. As long as the trees did not fall, there was no danger.

  He can understand simple circuits and looks at everything from the perspective of a person who can repair cars and drive.

 Lighting a fire in the woods, especially in virgin forests, is not a wonderful thing.

Song Moting could not risk causing a fire to send a distress signal.

 But they have no other option.

He observed this location for a long time, but there was no sign that anyone was searching for them.

 He believed that they must be searching and rescuing. It was impossible for the three people who had been missing for a day and a night not to arouse suspicion.

The most worrying thing is that the scope of search and rescue personnel is not on their side.

According to my own impression, the tractor finally lost control, veered off the road, and slid into a ravine that I was not clear about.

 As a result, the search coverage area is too large, and the search and rescue personnel have limited manpower, so it is impossible to find them all at once.

 So, logically speaking, he must be prepared to go out on his own with Jiang Xiaoxiao and the driver. This is easier said than done.

 He was not surprised that everything on the console was smashed.

He was scratching around to see if there was anything useful. He was lucky that he didn't encounter any wild animals last night.

 If you don’t make preparations now, just rely on the small knife in your pocket?

 Understanding the harsh environment they faced, he began to look at the remains of the tractor from a different perspective.

Sharp metals and metal rods can be made into natural sticks and knives in case they encounter powerful beasts.

 Perhaps we can go hunting or something.

 He can also make some snow shoes from materials such as branches and cotton cloth.

 Theoretically, shoes are not difficult to make.

 The problem was that the snowshoes were too awkward to put on and the trail down the mountain was too rough.

After he recovered, he could hunt animals such as rabbits and pheasants. He decided not to allow Jiang Xiaoxiao to make rice porridge anymore.

This kind of anti-human existence should only be known to them themselves.

 Not even to save people.

 But he checked in the morning and found that there wasn't much rice porridge in the pot, and he had finished it last night.

 There is only some clear water in the pot.

 He followed them as they slid down the slope, the road littered with scattered debris.

 Blocks of twisted metal, torn wires, broken tree trunks.

 If he saw a wire that was long enough and could be used, he would pick it up, roll it into a roll and stuff it into his military coat pocket.

His current position is above the left side of the tractor wreckage, and their shed is on the hillside to the right of the wreckage.

Jiang Xiaoxiao hasn’t come out yet and is still sleeping in the shed.

He grinned, and when she woke up and realized she was gone, would she be so frightened that she would look for him everywhere?

 Look down and laugh.

 The sound gradually stopped abruptly.

  The tractor's nose was hit by a huge force against the tree, and the metal was torn apart at the impact point.

 He could see the internal structure, the engine and cables, and the place where it was connected to the fuel tank. Now there were only sections of wires hanging down.

 There are also two obvious brake lines.

 The fracture is flat, and it is obvious whether it has been torn.

   is to be cut short.

 Only a small strand was torn off by force.

 He stood there, staring at the thing, suddenly aware of the danger.

 He felt a stabbing pain in the back of his neck.

Anger swept through him, and in his fury, his eyes were filled with red mist.

 This was not an accident at all, it was a man-made murder.

 “Brother Song, why are you up?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that his peach was effective. Yesterday, he was deeply doubtful that the peach's effect was ineffective. But now he found that his whole person was feeling refreshed.

This effect is really impressive, but this time the effect does not seem to be obvious.

 Luckily it wasn't obvious, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to eat so many dried peaches for the daughter-in-law of Guo Dongjun, the director of the forest farm.

That's not a plan to reveal yourself.

It was really an accident.

 When I got up early in the morning, I didn’t see Song Moting.

 Only when she came out did she see Song Moting running here.

 In fact, when she woke up, she herself felt something was wrong.

 I felt like I was going to die yesterday, and I was so exhausted.

 But now my whole body feels much more relaxed. The important thing is that the wound on my arm no longer hurts, and I think it has healed.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of Song Moting. If the wound on Song Moting's face was healed, how would I explain it?

this…

She looked specifically at the tractor driver. Fortunately, he probably drank less porridge and peach juice yesterday, so the driver couldn't drink it.

 My breathing is stable now, but it has not returned to a scary level, and is still within the acceptable range for normal people.

Jiang Xiaoxiao feels that when giving things to others in the future, he still has to consider the issue of quantity.

 Thanks to myself for controlling the quantity as appropriate every time.

Otherwise those medicinal wine and dried peaches would have caused a lot of trouble.

 She had no choice but to come out to find Song Moting.

 Explanation: I didn’t think of a good excuse, so I didn’t explain it at all.

I pretended to be surprised and pretended that I didn't know that Song Moting's own recovery ability was so strong. Then I would blame it on my own Lao Song and let him think that his recovery ability was stronger than ordinary people.

Looking at the figure, she came over and was about to pat Song Moting on the shoulder.

 Then he loudly asked Song Moting how he could recover so quickly?

 In fact, she was hesitant just now. Would it be too shameless for her to do this?

It's such a small place now. Even if she wants to take the matter to other places, she can't.

So my eldest brother Song, Comrade Song, you have no choice but to be the scapegoat for once.

Before she could say anything, Song Moting grabbed her wrist and twisted her backhand to one side.

If it weren't for Song Moting's quick eyesight and quick hands, he would have clearly seen that the person behind him was actually Jiang Xiaoxiao.

I'm afraid the strength in his hands is enough to knock Jiang Xiaoxiao to the ground.

Jiang Xiaoxiao was almost in a daze, being pulled up by his own man.

 Leaning in Song Moting's arms, she still hasn't figured out what she has experienced.

"you…"

 “Are you scared? I just lost control! I’m sorry.”

Song Moting looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao's red wrist apologetically. There were his own fingerprints on it, and if he didn't do it well, it would leave bruises.

Jiang Xiaoxiao’s skin is white and easy to leave marks.

 (End of this chapter)