"Is there really such a thing as changing heads in this world?"
As a professional in charge of cleaning up special sources of contamination, Lu Xin would not let go of any suspected source of contamination.
Therefore, he quickly started the car and followed the truck.
One after the other, they followed a small path in the wilderness that was covered in weeds and walked all the way to the main road.
It could be seen that the small paths between the villages were complex and intertwined. Coupled with the wild grass, it was difficult to distinguish them.
Even during normal times, if one wasn't careful, they would take the wrong path.
The source of the contamination should have only affected the people around it slightly, distorting their ability to distinguish.
He was only dazed for a moment at each intersection, and this area had become a maze that he couldn't get out of.
"Is it true that they changed their heads in their convoy?"
