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Died in the deep mountains

Ding……

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ding ding...

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Ding ding ding——! ! !

The urging doorbell echoed in the corridor, sharp and ear-piercing.

A slender woman in a white suit skirt was standing at the door of the innermost room in the corridor, impatiently pinching her waist and tapping her feet. The sound of high heels clucking showed that the owner was in a very bad mood.

After waiting for a while, there was still no response. She opened her handbag as if venting her anger, took out her flip phone, pressed a string of numbers, and connected.

beep - beep - beep -

On the third ring, a middle-aged man's voice answered over there: "Hello, Xiaoya, what's the matter?"

The woman twisted her waist and turned around, stepping on her high-heeled shoes and walking towards the elevator. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her nose. She had a small, delicate and quiet face, but her words were extremely tough.

She seemed to have accumulated a lot of resentment, she took a deep breath, and roared out like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube: "Editor-in-chief, let me tell you that if the bastard disappears this time for another month and my mother doesn't show up, I will definitely quit! I don’t want to do it with twice the salary——!!!” At the end, the hoarse voice was exhausted, and the sharp upward sound ended in a hoarse out-of-tune...

"Xiaoya, you're cold..." Before the last word was finished, this woman named Xiaoya swung the flip cover, and hung up the phone with a snap!

With her bag in one hand and the phone in the other, she stood at the door of the elevator panting with a flushed face.

Ding----

The elevator door opened, and she walked in proudly with an enchanting pace no less than that of a model, and pressed hard on the button for the first floor.

The door closed slowly, she bit her lip with her white teeth, she seemed to be getting more and more angry as she thought about it, she kicked the elevator door hard with her ten centimeter high heels!

His face was livid and his expression was ferocious...

Quickly walked out of this damn apartment building, took out the car key and opened the door, got in the car and slammed the door, started it, stepped on the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel in one go, rushed out, and rushed onto the road in a short while.

When the car cover was opened, the wind suddenly blew in, blowing away Xiaoya's straight hair. Her face was stiff, she held the steering wheel with one hand to control the direction, and opened the ipad with the other hand. I poked the "non-emperor" author column hanging in the most conspicuous place.

As expected, she stared grimly at the notice on the column in the largest font: "Going out to collect materials".

At this moment, how much she wished to smash the ipad directly on that bastard's face!

Picking up the phone, she dialed the number skillfully again, and the other party rang and it was directly transferred to voicemail.

Xiaoya laughed back angrily, and her tone was harsh: "Geng Shaoran, I advise you to show up within three days. Three days is the longest period of patience for my wife, otherwise you will wait for the exclusive private photos of 'Feihuang' to go viral on the Internet! I Let you fully understand why the saying that it is better to offend a villain than to offend a woman is the most reasonable saying!"

After finishing speaking, he closed the phone with a snap, with a weird and sinister smile on his delicate and quiet face, as if he wished he could dismantle the NPC into eight pieces, tear it apart...

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On the other side of the phone, Geng Shaoran was walking in the deep mountains with a huge professional luggage on his back...

Even he himself didn't know the exact location. It had been two days since he entered from a small village on the edge of Daxing'an Mountains.

He is a backpacker and likes to travel with his own luggage on his back.

Like most backpackers, he doesn't like company very much. Fortunately, survival in the wild is like eating for him, and he is so used to it that it is not dangerous.

But he is different from many backpackers. Backpackers basically have a fixed big plan, such as where to go, where is the final destination, and how long is the time, while Geng Shaoran has no destination, but just found a suitable start, and then it is long Wander aimlessly, and finally leave when you want to leave.

Originally, it was unlikely that there would be a signal in such a place covered by forests that obscured the sky, but suddenly the phone beeped.

It had not been used for two days, and the battery was full. He turned it on, and the voice message of "Xiaoya" was displayed on the screen.

She curled her lips, picked it up disapprovingly, and heard the woman roaring in horror straight into her eardrums: "Geng Shaoran, I advise you to reply within three days, three days is the longest period of patience for my mother, otherwise you will wait for the exclusive private photo of 'Feihuang'" Spread it wildly on the Internet! I will let you fully understand why the saying that it is better to offend a villain than to offend a woman is a wise saying!"

After the audio was broadcast, Geng Shaoran was still standing there stupidly, holding the phone in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face.

After a while, he stiffly put the phone back in his pocket, took a step, and muttered, "Why is this woman getting more and more scary..."

Unexpectedly, the ground under his feet suddenly became empty, his body lost his balance, and he fell straight down!

Dog □ But that's all, with a heavy bag hanging on his back, he maintained the buttocks up flat sand and falling wild goose pose for a long time without being able to adjust his posture.

After finally straightening up my back and sitting up with my luggage on my shoulders, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my feet, cramped and softened, and I sat down a few times.

Sighing, looking up, I realized that I fell into a pit, which didn't seem to be caused by human beings. The slope is not high, and most people can climb up it two times.

There used to be some trees here that were uprooted, and then the soil was washed by the rain, and the surface was covered, but the inside was loose and soft, which is why he stepped on it.

Originally, with Geng Shaoran's reflex ability, he would not have sprained his ankle at all, but a threatening message from Xiaoya distracted his attention, and a tragedy happened.

Geng Shaoran sighed helplessly, looking at the ground which was not high but still some distance away, thinking about whether he could climb it first.

He limped for two steps, picked a slope that looked slightly gentle, grabbed the tree roots on the slope with one hand, plunged into the slope with the dagger in the other, and slowly moved towards the ground.

But God seemed to be playing tricks on him. When he was very close to the ground, the soil under his feet suddenly slipped again!

So Geng Shaoran rolled back to the original place gorgeously in the posture of a dog...

Struggling to get up in a state of embarrassment, he looked over without tears, and tragically found that the dagger was gone...

Carefully touching his sprained ankle, he found that it was already swollen to a high degree, covered with mud, and only a little bit of swollen red was faintly visible.

His body was sticky, and just by looking at the dirt on his clothes, he could guess how disheveled he was now.

It would be very difficult to stand up again, let alone climb to the ground.

So Geng Shaoran obediently found a place to sit down, took out the detumescence spray from his backpack, wiped his ankles carelessly with a paper towel, then sprayed wildly on the spot, and then became bored blankly.

It will be half an hour, I'm afraid I won't be able to go out.

He also thought about calling for help, but the current location is too deep, even if he shouts, the chance of being rescued is very small, not to mention attracting wild beasts.

So he wisely chose to conserve his strength.

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About an hour later, when Geng Shaoran was sleepy and tired and was about to take out his sleeping bag, the sound of leaves shaking suddenly came from afar.

Geng Shaoran raised his head suddenly, in this quiet deep forest, those voices were particularly clear, so clear that it was frightening.

The bird hidden in the tall tree stopped singing very tacitly, as if it had a premonition of danger.

The sound source was getting closer and closer. After listening carefully, Geng Shaoran recognized that besides the sound of shaking leaves, there were also very eager footsteps. Listening to the frequency of these footsteps, he was excited to realize that the other party was a human being, not some deep forest beast!

The sound of the leaves shaking was probably made when the opponent pushed away the obstacle.

So Geng Shaoran opened his mouth and wanted to yell for help!

But before he could yell for help, he heard a scream, and a black figure rolled a few times and hit his foot...

His veins burst out, and if it wasn't for his face covered in dirt, his current expression would be very grim.

Now it's all right, not only can't I go out by myself, but even if I do go out, I have to pay a little oil...

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The person who suddenly rolled down seemed to be in a daze, and only moved twice after a while, groaning in pain, rubbing his head and standing up, cursing dissatisfiedly: "I wiped it! Fucking misfortunes never come singly, when you are unlucky, drink The cold water is stuffed between his grandma's teeth!"

Geng Shaoran chuckled, this person is really weird...

"Who?!" Hearing a sudden laughter, this person almost immediately became vigilant, growled and questioned, his bright and fierce eyes could not be covered by the mud all over his face.

Geng Shaoran was taken aback, raised his hand reflexively, and said innocently. "I'm not a suspicious person, I just fell into a pit accidentally when I was traveling..."

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed completely.

Not because of how fierce and dangerous the person who suddenly rolled into the pit looked, but because of the sudden extra circle of AK47s above his head...

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If there is anything in this world that is more tragic than falling into a pit and spraining your feet and being unable to climb up, it is that when you fall into the pit, you are still pressed against your head by a circle of black gun barrels...

Geng Shaoran almost burst into tears, this time the movement of raising his hands did not need to be changed, and his tone trembled: "Brothers, please speak carefully, I am not a suspicious person..."

Repeatedly emphasizing that he was not suspicious, he was deeply afraid that the group of bosses would just bend their fingers when they were unhappy, and then his fragile head would explode.

As soon as the words fell, a very young man's voice sounded above his head: "Heh...you are not a suspicious person, but we are..." The tone was lazy and charming, as if a hook was indistinct Tickle your heart.

Afterwards, only a loud bang exploded in his ears, and Geng Shaoran completely lost consciousness.

The last thought before his eyes turned black was: It's over, we met Al Qaeda...