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Wang Xuanyuan looked around, and in his anxiety, he finally found a place that seemed familiar. After stopping the car, he carefully identified it. It was the place where he parked his car last time. According to his memory, he came to the front of the hole they dug. There was a branch stuck in it, and the branch marked as a mark had not been blown down.

He first searched from the road to the tree branches. He searched carefully, not missing any place. He didn't see his watch. It seemed that it might be in the pit, or maybe it was caught in the hand of that person.

Grasping the last life-saving straw in my hand, I could only do this to see if it was there.

Looking at the area where the branches were inserted, he squatted down and dug and planed on the ground with his hands. In short, he worked without tools.

Digging a hole is not easy. This is what he has experienced. Even though the soil is so soft now, it is not easy. He couldn't dig hard while squatting, so he simply knelt on the ground to dig, using his hands as shovels, leaning down to dig. After about seven or eight minutes, a large pile of soil was dug out, and a big hole appeared under him. It was the same hole he and Patrick had dug.

But after digging for sixty or seventy centimeters, he still didn't find anything. He was very confused. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. The location was right. It couldn't be bad. It looked like the soil was soft. Why did he dig it? If you don’t have things, where are the people?

He dug to the side again, and dug out a big fork on the side. The soil there was obviously a bit hard. Although it was also sandy soil, it was not as soft as here.

Still nothing.

He dug a little further to the side, but still nothing.

I kept digging until it was as long as a person. It took half an hour. I dug a hole big enough for an adult to lie down in, but I didn't see anyone.

Where did such a big man go?

Wang Xuanyuan sat on the edge of the pit, his legs dangling, and he was puzzled. There was no problem here.

He looked to the left and right, and the surrounding area was pitch black, with only the car lights illuminating the area.

Did someone poach him?

No, why did you poach it? He himself has decided to surrender as soon as he leaves here.

Could it be that the man was not dead, but was knocked unconscious by a stone hitting his head? Then he climbed out of the pit and filled it in?

Thinking about this possibility, the pit was at least half a meter deep, and the sand and soil weighing on him weighed several hundred kilograms. Could a person trapped underneath have that much strength?

Or there is another possibility, that is, it is an illusion. This is all an illusion. There was no that person or that fight.

But the question comes again. If that person is a hallucination, then all four of them have seen it and talked to him. Could it be said that the four people collectively hallucinated?

Wang Xuanyuan thought about the rest stop in front of him again, the endless food, the deserted and tidy rest stop, spotless.

What's going on with all this?

Suddenly, two gunshots were heard from the front, which was very clear in the dark night and carried far away.

He was startled, and immediately stood up from the ground as if by reflex, ran towards the car quickly, started it, and drove towards the rest stop.

Subconsciously, he believed that the sound came from the rest stop. It must have been Patrick who fired the gun, and it must have been fired when there was some emergency.

But he forgot that it was half an hour away from the rest stop. Could the sound of another gunshot be carried so far?

I plan to get a "More Level" medal at the starting point. I need to update at least 30 words a day for 3000 consecutive days. I wrote this chapter at night. I didn't have enough time and only wrote a small chapter of 1000 words, plus a chapter during the day. 3000 words.

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