Doomsday Traveler System

In the mountainous area more than 200 kilometers away from Nanshi, there are rich plant species, dense vegetation, and a lot of fresh air. There is a small village surrounded by mountains. People here live a life of sunrise and sunset. Living a self-sufficient life on one-third of an acre of land, the impassable roads make this a place where few people visit. Among the boys who dream of leaving their hometown is Qin Bin.

In the early morning, the blue sky is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the surrounding objects are hazy, as if you are in an ancient landscape painting. The sun is rising from the east, and the fog is gradually dissipating. , like a green lake.A clear stream meanders down the mountain, the stream is clear and transparent, the bright pebbles under the stream are clearly visible, and the high mountains and flowing water are also reflected in it, everything looks peaceful like a paradise.

In the village, there is a dilapidated old house with four or five rooms built in a row with two floors above and below. The rooms on the ground floor are built with stones for nearly one meter. Mottled and mottled, as if telling the age of time, some doors are gone, and the walls of the rooms on the second floor are made of wood, and they are all black.

The main room was empty. There was a broken pillow and one or two old newspapers on a smelly and dirty blanket. Next to the blanket was a wooden table with several holes. There were several chipped bowls, two plates covered in debris, and a pair of short, thin chopsticks.To the right of the wooden table is a chest with rotten wood.

Two elderly men in their sixties were sitting on chairs. The man was smoking dry tobacco, sweat was dripping from his tired body, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He had just returned from the farmland. Needle, mending on a worn-out dress. The reason why the clothes are said to be worn-out is because the clothes in the woman's hands have already had many patches.

Although there is a huge sum of money in the passbook at home, the old couple is used to this kind of life and has no pursuit of material goods. They just want to deposit all the money in the bank and leave it to their son or daughter-in-law in the future. Had a good time.

"Old Qin, how long did you say the child hasn't come back?" The woman's name is Zhang Guilan, who is Qin Bin's biological mother, and the person who is smoking a dry cigarette and frowning is naturally Qin Bin's father, Qin Qingjun.

Qin Qingjun breathed out thick smoke and said slowly: "The kid sent so much money back every month, is there something wrong? No, I'm going to the village to call and ask the kid."

The focus of their concerns is obviously different. Zhang Guilan only wants to see her son, while Qin Qingjun now pays more attention to the money that Qin Bin sends home every month. Although the village is remote, the popularization of national laws has already enabled the villagers to grasp the basic laws Qin Qingjun saw that astronomical amounts of money would be remitted to his name every month, of course he would have doubts about Qin Bin, how could he spend so much money as a police officer.

Zhang Guilan smiled, didn't she know her wife well after all these years: "Forget it, forget it, don't bother your son."

"Hmph, I want to ask clearly, where did the money come from?" Qin Qingjun covered the cigarette butts on the ground, walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, opened the dilapidated old wooden door, and a strange figure appeared in front of him , the old man slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, and the lowered brim of the hat covered half of his cheeks, revealing only a row of yellowed teeth.Qin Qingjun is a native of the village, so he naturally knows every household in the village. The man in front of him is obviously unfamiliar. He asked suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?"

The man politely took off his hat. If Qin Bin was present, he would definitely be able to recognize this person as Chen Jia at a glance.

"Excuse me, is this Qin Bin's home?" Chen Jia smiled politely.

Qin Qingjun looked at Chen Jia's urban attire, and wondered in his heart: "Could it be that kid who caused trouble? Did he come to the door? I said how could a policeman earn so much money."

But Zhang Guilan obviously didn't have such an idea. When she saw Chen Jia asking Qin Bin, she immediately went up to him: "Are you Gazi's friend?"

Zhang Guilan's words made Qin Qingjun frown. If Chen Jia was Qin Bin's friend, it would be easy to say. If he really came to find trouble, he was not afraid.

Chen Jia nodded and looked into the room: "Well, Qin Bin and I are classmates, and he and I are like brothers."

Hearing what Chen Jia said, Zhang Guilan became happy, and quickly invited Chen Jia into the house: "Young man, come in and sit down. You are welcome. The house is a bit messy. Don't dislike it." Wipe the already clean stool surface.

Qin Qingjun naturally relaxed a lot, took Chen Jia to the house and sat down: "The kid didn't come back with you?"

"Qin Bin is very busy recently. I stopped by here to see you two elders. After all, Qin Bin's kindness to me is always in my heart. His parents are also my parents."

Qin Qingjun nodded silently, looking at Chen Jia who spoke politely, he was also happy that Qin Bin had such a friend: "You are welcome too, there is nothing at home, and the food is fine, I also bought wild game from the mountains Quite a few, I will have a meal here tonight, pure natural food, I guarantee that there is no such thing in your city."

The corners of Chen Jia's mouth rose slightly: "Then how can you be so embarrassing?"

"Hey, you said that you and Qin Bin have a good relationship. If you don't dislike it, you can treat this place as your own home. You're welcome."

Zhang Guilan smiled all over her face: "Yes, yes, you're welcome, you guys talk, I'll go prepare lunch." Although Zhang Guilan still wanted to hear more about her son from Chen Jia, but it was approaching noon, and she also Chen Jia didn't want to make Chen Jia, who came from afar, hungry.

There was a smile on Chen Jia's face all the time, and his pale face was bloodless, which did not attract Qin Qingjun's attention: "Uncle, how long has it been since you contacted Qin Bin?"

Qin Qingjun pinched his fingers and counted: "It's almost three years."

Chen Jia took out the phone from his pocket: "How about I contact him now so that you two can also talk?"

Qin Qingjun's heart blossomed with joy: "That will work."

Chen Jia dialed Qin Bin's phone number, but there was a notification that he was not in the service area. The lost Qin Qingjun lit the cigarette again: "The kid may be busy."

Chen Jia even called several times to remind him that the owner of the phone was not in the service area, and then he smiled: "Uncle, you must really want to see Qin Bin?"

Qin Qingjun said without hesitation: "I think about it, but... After all, the farm work at home needs to be supervised, and your aunt and I have trouble walking, and the transportation here is not developed, hey."

"It's okay, I can take you there."

"Really?"

"Well, you are ready, I will take you into the city."

Qin Qingjun patted his thigh hard: "Success!"