The distance from Taiyuan to Jiexiu is only over 100 kilometers, which is not far. In addition, the drivers were all from Song Yanan's side, and they drove very fast. In just over an hour, we entered the dense forest of Mianshan and rushed to the scene of the accident.
When we entered the mountain, the sun had already risen from the east. Although the forest was covered with heavy snow, the trees had already withered in this season, and the branches and trunks could not block the sunlight, so the forest was still relatively bright. However, as we approached the accident site little by little, the sky became darker and darker. At the beginning, there was a thin layer of gray fog in the sky, blocking the sun. The deeper we went, the thicker the dark clouds in the sky became. In the end, the sky was stained with a heavy lead color, just like the large-scale air pollution caused by accidents in some heavy metal factories. There was no sunlight, and the whole world was dim, as if it was the chaotic world before Pangu opened the sky. The light was even dimmer, basically equivalent to the sky around six o'clock in the evening in the north in winter, but these black clouds did not look like yin energy, and I couldn't see the way.
This is a world of silence, even dead silence. The mountains are dancing with silver snakes, the trees are withered, and it is desolate at first glance. Only in the southwest, there is a faint green from a long distance!
We have arrived!
I was shocked. According to the information provided by Scarface, the only way to the 106 Death Highway suddenly appeared an oval-shaped green belt not long ago. This green belt completely enclosed the accident site. To be precise, the trees in this oval green vegetation covered area sprouted again in the middle of winter, and then these vegetation formed a natural maze, which seemed to be a strange art. People will get lost when walking forward, but there is no such phenomenon when retreating.
It seems that the place Scarface said should be here.
"What a depressing feeling!"
Da Pao, who was in the same car with me, scratched the back of his head, poked the oil bottle next to him with his elbow, and whispered: "Hey, do you feel that this place is like the war zones we passed through when we were doing peacekeeping in Somalia? I can't tell what it feels like, chest tightness, discomfort, just like the air is sticky."
"Yeah."
The oil bottle squeezed out a word from his nose, lowered his head and took a white handkerchief to gently wipe his flying knife, without showing the nature of the conversation.
This person is really cold.
I muttered to myself, I have been hanging out with Da Pao and the others for the past few days, and I can be considered familiar with them. They are all the most typical military personalities, honest, rude, not angry when joking, careless, and unwilling to play tricks. I like to get along with such people, just for two words - free! After a few drinks, the relationship became harmonious, except that I didn't say a few words to this oil bottle. He really doesn't like to talk much. No wonder everyone gave him the code name of oil bottle. Even if he was joking with him, he would just smile shyly at most. He didn't say a word on the way, just wiping his flying knife, which made me wonder, you said this flying knife, it's just a disposable item, just throw it out to kill people, why do you keep it so clean? Is it mysophobia or something!
"Don't mention it, I really feel that way."
Oil bottle didn't respond, but Monkey took over the conversation, licking his lips gently and said: "Especially the tribe like the DINK tribe!"
When Monkey mentioned this, I found that except Song Yanan and Oil bottle, the remaining three people in the car all looked unhappy and had anger in their eyes.
I know the DINK tribe, it is a large tribe in Sudan, North Africa, and later migrated, and there are tribes in various places in North Africa.
So, what happened?
I was a little curious, so I asked Dapao what was going on with this DINK tribe!
"Oh, don't mention it, it's so miserable!"
Dapao sighed. Anyway, he was in the car and had nothing to do, so he told me about this old story.
It was about five or six years ago. There was a war between warlords over there, and they were sent there to perform peacekeeping missions. Then they encountered a DINK tribe attacked by pirates in Somalia. All the men in the tribe were killed, and their heads were chopped off and placed in a row outside the village. It was hundreds of meters long. It was so miserable to see it!
That's not all, there were even more miserable things inside!
All the unmarried women in the village were abducted, and the old ones were burned to death. The only ones who survived were infants and women who had not yet stopped breastfeeding, but the breasts of these women were cut off! !
How can women breastfeed their children without breasts? North Africa is a barren land, milk powder is a luxury, and children rely on breast milk for breastfeeding. This practice is simply insane, and it is clearly letting those breastfeeding babies and women wait to die!
Why do this? Cannon and others also said it.
Because it is human nature to protect breastfeeding women and babies, so even if the local country is poor, it will not ignore these people. Once it is taken care of, it will be fun! The cost of raising babies and the cost of treating breastfeeding women are simply worse for the local economic deficit. Moreover, this cost is not a one-time subsidy, but a continuous output, because these two types of people cannot work for a long time. The local country has spent money and energy on these people, so there is no money and energy to eliminate pirates. Those pirates do such insane things for this, and this situation is common in the local area!
"They are fucking beasts. If I didn't have a mission over there, and I'm not representing an individual, I really want to shoot all those pirates with a volley of bullets!"
Cannon was indignant when he talked about this, and gritted his teeth and said to me: "Comrade, can you see what's going on in this place? Why does it feel as depressing as the massacre field!"
After listening to the story that Cannon and his friends told me, I vaguely understood what the heavy lead-colored fog in the sky was.
These fogs don't look like yin or evil spirits. At the beginning, I didn't see the door, but since Cannon and his friends said that this place is very similar to the massacred tribe, and that tribe had a sense of depression after countless people died, then the fog in the sky is much easier to guess. It is very likely-death air! !
Wherever a large-scale disaster breaks out, such as famine, massacre, battlefield... and other places, there is generally a common phenomenon, that is, the sky will become drowsy!
Many people think that it is God who is moved and showing pity to the common people. In fact, this statement is just subjective conjecture and nonsense! The gases that make the sky gloomy are dead air. When a person just dies, the yang energy of the living person in the body dissipates, and the foul air accumulated throughout his life will turn into dead air. These dead airs gather and do not disperse. Over time, they will slowly turn into the so-called yin and evil spirits!
Wherever there is dead air, many people must have died, and they died not long ago, because over time, the dead air will turn into yin and evil spirits. I can smell it with one nose!
This idea scared me when it came out of my mind. According to the information Scarface gave me, there is a big village trapped in the accident site. The scale of this village is not small, almost catching up with a township, and there must be at least a thousand people...
Could it be...
I hesitated for a while, and finally did not tell Dapao and the others about my speculation. Before the matter is confirmed, it is better not to confuse their hearts. These people have a strong sense of justice and are full of thoughts of defending their country. If they really know that so many people were killed by unclean things at the end of peace, they would be crazy. However, the ominous premonition in my heart is always lingering.
At this time, the car has been getting closer and closer to the green forest in the snow.
"Find a high place!"
I said to Song Yanan, who was driving, "Find a high ground that can at least overlook the panoramic view of this place. I need to take a look at the overall pattern of this place and see if I can see the doorway of this forest!"