Kampot was very honest, and followed the two of the Ma family into the tattered small truck, and the front and rear rows couldn't sit down no matter how crowded they were, and finally Xie Zhihai personally took Ma Tian to squat in the back of the truck.

Before driving, Quan Xingguo called the instructor's phone, but he couldn't get through, and he didn't take it to heart at that time, and planned to call again later, but there was no chance for a while.

Returning along the same road, it takes about six hours to drive, the car is relatively broken, the time is relaxed, at most seven hours, still driven by Quan Xingguo, but the co-pilot is sitting on the Kampot, and the Ma Yuan behind is under great pressure, not only to take care of the old fritter Ma Hongqing next to him, but also to have an extra mind, be wary of the Kampot in front.

The three of them seem to be very honest, but this makes Quan Xingguo more and more vigilant, there must be a demon when things go wrong, if they really cooperate like this, why did they run away in the first place? Fortunately, there was nothing abnormal along the way, at least not for more than half an hour.

But after the car was far away from the town, he didn't say a word, and Kampot who looked at the window suddenly hummed a ballad in a low voice, not understanding what the language was, but the tune was low and desolate, but the song was lofty and melodious, which was very consistent with the desert scenery under the clouds and outside the car window, and it seemed to resonate with Ma Hongqing behind him, and this old fritter actually hummed.

The humming combination of the two old men made Ma Yuan sound unique, but it made Quan Xingguo feel irritable, although the voices of the two were not loud, but in Quan Xingguo's ears it became a disturbing noise, so he couldn't help but speak, "Can you be quiet for a while?" ”

Kampot shrugged his shoulders and suppressed his voice, but Ma Hongqing snorted very dissatisfiedly in the back, and was scolded loudly by Ma Yuan, and Quan Xingguo didn't want to pursue it, so he waved his hand to signal that it was over, and then continued to drive.

"Can you tell me why you have to investigate Mr. Ma Ziqing Ma?" Kampot didn't intend to really settle down, so after a few minutes, he began to stir up the conversation again.

"No comment, you just need to cooperate and go back with us. ”

"Ah, I see, your purpose is not actually the Ma family, but the person named Li Wushuang, right?" Kampot's tone was a little self-righteous, as if he wanted to get away with it, as if he was showing that he was innocent.

Quan Xingguo didn't pay attention to it and concentrated on driving, but Ma Yuan was a little angry, and he forcibly held back when he saw Quan Xingguo's expression.

"I know Li Wushuang very well, he lived to be two hundred and forty-seven years old, and he is a pervert. ”

Kwon Heung-kook was still staring intently ahead.

"And he's not the only one who is a pervert, there is a group of people around him who are like this, and their descendants all live around Yiwu County, and that's why you're here for this, right?"

Kampot's words became more and more explicit, and his tone became more and more casual, as if these pieces of information that were regarded as confidential by Quan Xingguo and others were nothing to him, but more importantly, everyone could understand that he was using sensitive words to stimulate and tease Quan Xingguo.

"Are you finished, can you shut up?" Ma Yuan couldn't bear it.

"No, no, of course it's not over, I should say this, what do I have to do with this matter that you are investigating?

"You!" was robbed by Kampot for nothing, which made the anger in Ma Yuan's heart jump to his head all of a sudden, and he said loudly, "Cooperate with us......"

"Yuan'er, okay, ignore him. Quan Xingguo stopped drinking, and he couldn't hold his breath when he was provoked by the other party, which is not a performance of a qualified field officer.

"Actually, you ignore Mr. Ma Ziqing Ma, his ancestor is Li Shijian's deputy, and he has more secrets than Li Wushuang, right?

"I hope you go back and react truthfully to these situations, I'm very strange, how do you know the story of other people's families? You are very familiar with the Ma family?" Quan Xingguo finally couldn't help it.

"I am the Great Creator Messenger, and there is no secret to what I want to know. ”

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Kwon Xingguo was angry and his head hurt, and he said that he would ignore this guy, but he was actually taken to the gutter, and decided that he would never be fooled again during this very painful journey.

"Oh, great Creator God, you're in the wrong place. It was only a few minutes of silence before Kampot screamed again.

Quan Xingguo widened his eyes and looked around, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, the direction of driving was indeed wrong, the scenery along the way was very unfamiliar, and it was definitely not what the road looked like when he came, he immediately braked, and hurriedly called up the electronic map in his mobile phone to check, and found that he actually went in the opposite direction.

What the hell? Can you turn the direction back in broad daylight? This is something that has never been done before, as a fieldman who has experienced a lot of battles, under the condition that there is no auxiliary tool in the field, it is the least skill to be able to accurately identify the direction, and the road here is so wide that it can be mistaken? Could it be that the other party used some supernatural ability?

Kampot is becoming more and more difficult in the eyes of Quan Xingguo, but he will never take the initiative to speak again now, so he simply turns on his mobile phone and navigates according to the map.

After turning around on the spot, Kwon Xingguo sped up his speed, Kampot rarely closed his mouth, and there was a rare silence in the cab, until he re-entered Qingyuan Town, Kwon Xingguo was sure that the direction was not wrong this time, but when he saw the door of the noodle restaurant that had eaten breakfast, the group of travelers were still there.

One by one, they stood straight, with respectful expressions, staring intently at the tattered truck, as if to bid farewell to the idol in their hearts, and that kind of pious look was already faintly fanatical.

Quan Xingguo looked at the Kampot around him coldly, this guy looked indifferent, but his appearance seemed to have changed again, just now there was still a circle of beard stubble on his cheeks, and now he is bare and only green skin left, and his plain big nose has suddenly shrunk, and his eye sockets are even deeper, giving people a wise and profound, ** solemn look, which is not the same thing as the image of the traveler who was in the dust just now.

Hiss, Quan Xingguo gasped, kicked the accelerator heavily, and the broken truck roared all the way like a broken Dingding, speeding away along the main road of the town.

Quan Xingguo is trying his best to control his emotions, but it is useless, his heart is a little confused at the moment, and he feels that what he is pulling in his car is not the object of investigation, but two dangerous people with terrifying abilities, or ** who are ready to explode at any time, there seems to be a fierce beast chasing behind the buttocks, and it will be devoured by the other party after a slight stop.

The broken truck ran wildly, but the cab was unusually quiet, Ma Yuan's nervousness was about to collapse, but Ma Hongqing was squinting his eyes and napping leisurely, although Kampot didn't speak, his lips were always open and closed, not knowing what he was muttering.

Quan Xingguo didn't want to see it, but he saw Kampot's movements clearly, and the afterglow in the corner of his eyes seemed to be very disobedient, like gummy candy, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Oh, Almighty Creator, you are on the wrong path again. Kampot suddenly exclaimed again.

With a sudden brake, Quan Xingguo's face flushed and he was furious, and Ma Yuan had already taken out his pistol nervously, and the muzzle of the gun was directly against the back of Kampot's head.