"Exactly, that's what I mean."
Zhou Ning said no more. After hearing two coughs from his phone, he looked at it and saw a map screenshot sent by Mr. Qu. The Menqiao Village Bridge under his feet was 8.7 kilometers from the salvage location.
Moreover, this stretch of river channel is quite straight, while to the west of Yongsheng Bridge, between there and the Menqiao Village Bridge underfoot, there is an S-shaped bend.
Understanding Mr. Qu's point, Zhou Ning thought that if the bag were to float up, it might not remain in the middle of such an S-shaped bend but could have gotten stuck somewhere along the way.
Zhou Ning put away his phone and walked onto the bridge. Mr. Zhao and his team stood at the western edge of the railings. This bridge was indeed old-fashioned with a very simple design: a gently sloping concrete structure with railings about 1.4 meters tall on either side, painted with dark green that was peeling off in many places, making it look mottled and dilapidated.
