Chapter 301 Murder
Song Moting found the tree where the tractor had crashed.
He stopped once on the way and looked up at the surrounding mountains.
He was listening for movement, but he could hear nothing except the ever-present cold wind that whistled through the silent peaks.
No one had noticed they were missing yet?
Or was it completely unsure where they were?
After Song Moting recovered, he began to wonder when help would arrive.
In the current weather conditions, as long as it didn't snow, the villagers would still have a way to save them. The only thing they needed was to give them a coordinate.
Song Moting came to the tractor.
This was the nose of the tractor.
The bushes cushioned the impact.
Song Moting still shuddered slightly when he saw all this, recalling the incredible force of the impact, as if he had been thrown out by a giant.
He couldn't imagine what would have happened to them if they hadn't fallen into the bushes, but they would have definitely died.
The destroyed trees and various debris marked the trajectory of the tractor's fall.
Fortunately, the tractor did not catch fire.
Many times, the impact of a tractor falling to the ground is not fatal, but the fire that follows is fatal.
Once the fire started, 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 didn't fall, there would be no danger.
He could understand simple circuits and looked at everything from the perspective of a person who could repair cars and drive.
It was not a good thing to start a fire in the woods, especially in the primeval forest.
Song Moting couldn't risk causing a fire to send a distress signal.
But they had no other choice.
He observed this position for a long time, and there was no sign that anyone was searching for them.
He believed that they must be searching for them. Three people who had been missing for a day and a night could not help but arouse suspicion.
What he was most worried about was that the search and rescue personnel were not searching on their side.
According to his impression, the tractor finally lost control, deviated from the road, and slid into a ravine that he didn't know.
In this way, the search coverage area was too large, and the search and rescue personnel were limited in manpower and could not be found at once.
So, logically speaking, he had to be prepared to walk out with Jiang Xiaoxiao and the driver on his own, which was easier said than done.
He was not surprised that everything on the operating table was broken.
He scratched around to see if there was anything useful. He was lucky that he didn't encounter any wild animals last night.
Now he didn't make any preparations, relying on the small knife in his pocket?
Knowing the harsh environment they were facing, he began to look at the wreckage of the tractor from a different perspective.
Sharp metal and metal rods could be made into natural sticks and knives to prevent them from encountering powerful wild animals.
Maybe he could go hunting or something.
He could also make some snow boots with materials such as branches and cotton cloth.
In theory, the shoes were not difficult to make.
The problem was that wearing snow boots was too clumsy, and the road down the mountain was too rugged.
After he recovered, he could hunt animals such as rabbits and pheasants. He decided not to allow Jiang Xiaoxiao to make rice porridge again.
Only they themselves should know about this anti-human existence.
Even for saving people.
However, he checked in the morning and there was not much rice porridge in the pot. It was eaten up last night.
There was only some clean water in the pot.
He walked along the slope they had slid down, and the road was full of scattered debris.
Chunks of twisted metal, broken wires, broken tree trunks.
If he saw a long enough wire that could be used, he would pick it up, roll it up and put it in his military coat pocket.
He was now above the left side of the tractor wreckage, and their shed was on the hillside to the right of the wreckage.
Jiang Xiaoxiao had not come out yet, still sleeping in the shed.
He grinned. If she woke up and found that he was gone, would she be scared and look for him everywhere?
He lowered his head and laughed out loud.
Gradually, the sound stopped.
The tractor head was hit by a huge force against the tree, and the metal was torn apart at the impact.
He could see the internal structure, the engine and cables, and the connection with the fuel tank. Now only sections of wires were hanging.
There were also two obvious brake lines.
The fracture was smooth, and it was obvious that it was not torn.
It was cut short.
Only a small strand was torn off by force.
He stood there, staring at this thing, and suddenly realized the danger.
He felt a needle-like pain in the back of his neck.
Anger swept over him, and in his rage, a red mist covered his eyes.
This was not an accident at all, it was a man-made murder.
"Brother Song, why did you get up?"
Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that her peaches were effective. Yesterday, she was deeply suspicious that the effect of peaches was ineffective, but now she found that she was refreshed.
This effect is really good, but this time the effect seems not obvious.
Fortunately, it is not obvious, otherwise she would not dare to give so many dried peaches to the daughter-in-law of Guo Dongjun, the director of the forest farm.
That was not a plan to show herself.
It was really an accident.
When she got up early in the morning, she didn't see Song Moting.
She came out and saw that Song Moting actually ran here.
In fact, as soon as she woke up, she also felt something was wrong.
She felt like dying yesterday, and she was so exhausted.
But now I feel much more relaxed all over. The important thing is that the wound on my arm doesn't hurt anymore. I know it has healed.
Then I suddenly thought of Song Moting. If the wound on Song Moting's face healed, how would I explain it?
This...
She looked at the tractor driver. Fortunately, he probably drank less porridge and even less peach juice yesterday. There was no way the driver couldn't drink it.
His breathing is stable now, but it hasn't recovered to a scary level. It's still within the acceptable range for normal people.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt that when she gave things to people in the future, she still had to consider the quantity.
Thanks to her for controlling the quantity as appropriate every time.
Otherwise, those medicinal wines and dried peaches would cause a lot of trouble.
She had to come out to find Song Moting.
She couldn't think of a good excuse to explain, so she simply didn't explain.
She pretended to be surprised and pretended that she didn't know that Song Moting's own recovery ability was so strong. Then she would frame her own old Song and let him think that his recovery ability was stronger than that of ordinary people.
Seeing the figure, she came over and was about to pat Song Moting on the shoulder.
Then she loudly questioned Song Moting how he could recover so quickly?
In fact, she was also hesitant in her heart just now. Would it be too shameless for her to do so?
Now it's such a small place. Even if she wants to spread this matter to other places, she can't spread it.
So her own brother Song, Comrade Song, you have to be the scapegoat for once.
Before she could finish her words, her wrist was suddenly grasped by Song Moting, and she was twisted to the side with her backhand.
If Song Moting hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, he would have seen clearly that it was Jiang Xiaoxiao behind him.
I'm afraid the strength in his hand would be enough to press Jiang Xiaoxiao to the ground.
Jiang Xiaoxiao was almost dazed and was pulled up by her man.
Leaning in Song Moting's arms, she still didn't figure out what she had 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 fingerprints on it. If he wasn't careful, it would leave bruises.
Jiang Xiaoxiao's skin is white and easy to leave marks.