Chapter 81: Shocking changes in the early morning

After Song Qian wrote down his own information, he asked, "Auntie, what kind of organization is the national exploration team?" Did it exist before? ”

Hearing Song Qian ask this question, Song Rong's eyes darkened, and he muttered to himself: "The night group has been hit like never before, and the talent is constantly falling, and this responsibility is mainly in our Song family." ”

Song Qian was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Why?" ”

"For hundreds of years, we have been too superstitious about personal force, ignoring new forms of change, allowing the enemy to take advantage of the opportunity, causing a large number of members to fall, and when we realized this, we were already helpless, so we pinned our hopes on you." Song Rong said with a gloomy expression.

"Auntie, I don't quite understand what you mean, my strength is low, how can I afford your great hopes?" Song Qian said with some trepidation.

"You can't do it yet, but you may be able to make a difference for us, so our establishment of the National Exploration Team this time is an attempt for you to play; On the other hand, our people must not die in vain, and the responsibility of the national investigation team is to find out the cause of their death and avenge them! Speaking of this, Song Rong's eyes showed deep hatred.

Song Qian seemed to understand, and said with a wry smile: "The Emotional National Detective Group has just been established, so how many members are there in our National Detective Group?" ”

Song Rong glanced at him with ill intentions and said with a smile: "This depends on your ability, at least there are already members of you now." ”

Song Qian was stunned and said, "I'm the only one?" What about Shangguan Yu? ”

"Shangguan Yu's identity is special, we need to communicate and arrange it separately, but if nothing else, I'm afraid the people over there will nod. As for your other two friends, if they want to become real members of the night group, they still need your assessment and introduction, so let's talk about it later. ”

After that, Song Rong waved his hand and said, "You go, finish your personal affairs as soon as possible, sign up here within three days, and start special training." ”

Song Qian wanted to speak and stopped, Song Rong seemed to know what he was going to say, and said: "You can control this matter yourself, the members of the National Exploration Group Nine will be completely developed by you in the future, and they will only be responsible for you, if something happens, you are the only one who asks, do you know?" ”

After finishing speaking, Song Rong began to deal with official business, Song Qian rubbed his nose and walked out of the villa helplessly.

"Come back", Song Qian had just walked halfway when Song Rong's voice came from behind him: "Come and pick me up tomorrow afternoon, I want to hold a banquet in Haicheng, you have to be there." ”

Song Qian was just about to ask the reason, but when he saw his aunt and bury herself in official business, he had to bury his doubts in his heart, anyway, the mystery will be revealed tomorrow afternoon.

After returning to the detective office, Song Qian called Wan'er and Ah Jian respectively, but something went wrong when he tried to contact Shangguan Yu, the phone was always busy, maybe he was training, and he didn't turn it on.

Ignoring them, Song Qian continued to exercise to the extreme at night, carrying a twenty-kilogram sandbag on his back and speeding through the mountains, like a lonely leopard.

What he saw and heard during the day made Song Qian feel a huge pressure, although his grandfather and aunt didn't say anything, but Song Qian keenly felt that the current situation of the night group seemed to be very bad, there were some dark forces in the country that were ready to move, and at the same time, they also had to face hostile forces from abroad, talents were constantly withering, and they urgently needed to expand their manpower, and the pressure on their grandfather and aunt was extremely huge.

Song Qian hated his low strength, if he was stronger, he would definitely be able to share more for his relatives.

Therefore, Song Qian seized all the available time and cultivated desperately.

Song Qian marched all the way, and had already entered the deep mountains for more than ten kilometers in an hour, and his physical strength was almost exhausted, but Song Qian did not rest, since the bloodline of the Torture King had been activated, then he had to squeeze out its due potential as much as possible.

Tired, Song Qian did the family inheritance fitness technique twice, and after recovering a few physical strengths, he continued to walk quickly, and after more than two hours, Song Qian finally came to the hillside where he was ambushed by the Sword Tiger and them last time.

Song Qian caught some fish in the mountain stream, and after the lesson of the last time, Song Qian did not dare to make a fire in the middle of the slope, but found a low-lying place behind a big tree and made a fire to grill fish.

Covered by dense forests, it is very difficult to spot the light of a fire unless it is close at hand.

However, if the smoke rises into the air, it will be discovered from a very distant distance, so the important thing to hide in the forest is not that you can't make a fire, but that you can't make a thick smoke.

Song Qian had already considered this aspect, and when he came, he carried a bag of environmentally friendly charcoal, not only did not emit any smoke, but even no fire, which was a necessary item for sleeping in the wild.

Fish oil dripped down the branches, making a sizzling sound in the charcoal fire, waking Song Qian up from his deep thoughts.

At this time, Song Qian misses his father even more, almost everything he knows is taught by his father, and he didn't even learn it with his heart before, but now that he thinks about it, it is because of unfilial piety.

Leaning against the tree, Song Qian quickly finished eating, and then used a steel shovel to shovel a piece of turf, dug out the soil inside, buried the charcoal fire in it, and then restored the turf without any traces from the outside.

Song Qian seemed to be doing these things quite easily, and he woke up after doing them, his father hadn't taught him these things, why did he naturally know them?

"Could it be the Records of the Torture King?" Song Qian had a flash of inspiration, and couldn't help but recall the content again, pondering word by word.

Until now, Song Qian still hasn't completely eaten the contents inside, it seems to be an infinite treasure, whenever he encounters something, Song Qian can find the touch from it, and then take the most correct approach.

Song Qian planned to go back one night, so he climbed a big tree, found a thick tree, and buckled his backpack to the tree, which was a ready-made pillow.

Closing his eyes, Song Qian entered a state of full induction, and any abnormal changes within ten meters around him would be sensed by himself, and after not finding any abnormal conditions, he fell asleep.

Even if he fell asleep, Song Qian still retained a bit of vigilance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that even the slightest insect chirping could wake it up.

After a peaceful night, after dawn came, Song Qian slowly opened his eyes, quickly climbed to the top of the tree, looked at the rising sun in the distance, and had an impulse in his heart that could not be concealed, and he wanted to shout loudly to expel the depression in his chest.

"Boom", a group of birds suddenly startled in the jungle in the distance, Song Qian was stunned, how could someone alarm the birds at such a time and in such a place?

Song Qian glanced deeply in that direction, quickly climbed down the tree, and quietly dived in that direction.

With the previous ambushes, Song Qian was very vigilant, no matter who was in front of him, he had to go and see it to rest assured.

It was a few miles away, and when Song Qian came behind a huge rock, a voice came from the opposite side.

A flash of brightness flashed in Song Qian's eyes, and he hid behind the rocks like a tanuki, slowed down his breathing, and slowly looked up at the place where the voice came from.

More than a dozen exotic men in camouflage uniforms looked around vigilantly and walked in the direction of Song Qian's coming, these people were dark-skinned, thin-faced, but very strong, and hurried away with guns in their hands.

Behind him was a tall man with burnt yellow hair and a golden earring in his ear, who was grunting at the procession.

Song Qian couldn't understand what he was saying at all, but it felt a little like the language of some countries in South Asia.

"Is it the Malays?" A trace of doubt flashed in Song Qian's heart.

In the past few days, I accompanied my daughter to Beijing to participate in the national calligraphy competition, and by the way, I accompanied my family to see Beijing. Because of the limited time, the blowing snow is kept constantly changing, and the singular number is not guaranteed, so I hope you forgive me. Ask for recommendations and favorites.