On the helicopter, Leng Zimo gripped the handrail with one hand while he leaned halfway out of the cabin, carefully surveying the road below.
After leaving the primary school, he had immediately followed the mountain path, searching for Luo Xiaoqian and the others.
The helicopter pilot used the locator to find him, and the two of them had been searching by helicopter ever since.
By now, the rain had subsided somewhat.
"Look ahead!"
Lit by the helicopter's beam, Leng Zimo clearly saw traces on the mountain beside the road that had been visibly struck by a mudslide.
The light flickered across, and beneath the roadside mud and rocks, there was a clear reflection.
Shifting his flashlight, Leng Zimo saw, with the help of its light, a license plate half-covered by mud and stone, and next to it, the edge of a tire — it was a minivan buried by the mudslide.
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