Chapter 111: The Little Boy Who Knows the Grace of the Picture (1)
By the time they came down from the mountain, the crowd had already begun to gather.
Little Rose was sitting on the stone looking around boredly, and when she saw Yuan Ruan appearing, she immediately ran over happily.
"Rose, Rose, where have you been? I'll blink and you'll be gone. ā
She pulled Yuan Ruan and whispered, "Do you know who I saw just now?" The head of the Weir Group in Noyavelli! And that's not all, you look over there. ā
Little Rose pointed to the top of the hill, "I saw him coming down from that side." Do you know what's over there? Boundary marker! ā
It is the boundary marker between country S and neighboring country A, and the Noyavelli Mountains in the past of the boundary marker are the boundary of country A, which is controlled by the bigwigs of country A. The Rhizome faction followed by the Weir Group has the biggest dispute with Country A, and the boundary monument is even more heavily controlled, and the two sides are eyeing each other.
How could the head of the Weir Group come from the boundary monument?
Yuan Ruan blinked slowly.
Little Rose picked up a basket full of stones on the ground and stuffed it into Yuan Ruan's arms, and said what she had just said, "Where did you go just now?" If you don't know the place well, you can't get lost. ā
"It'sā"
"Huh?" Little Rose was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you put it here?" Several people wanted to come and grab it, thanks to the kid guarding it. No, he's not even full yet. ā
Yuan Ruan followed Little Rose's instructions and looked over, it was the little boy who was helped by her.
The little boy was now with his back to them, and was stuffing stones into the basket, as if he had not picked up any stones because the time was up, but had just filled the basket.
The basket is of uniform specification, and Yuan Ruan carries it just right, but it can be higher on the back of the little boy. The more rocks there were, the heavier the basket became, and the thin back cord strangled the little boy's shoulders with blood.
After picking up the stones, they were driven down the mountain and locked in the basement.
After about half an hour, the base began to be lively, and it was the workers who had come out to work who had returned.
The basement was dim and dry, with a fresh smell of dust, only a few narrow vents could let in a little light, and at the end there was a tunnel, dark and deep, locked tightly by the iron door, and you could feel the cool air coming from the opposite side of the iron door when you got close.
All the children sat down against the wall with their baskets in their arms, and no one made a sound.
Yuan Ruan touched the stone behind him, the traces of the chisel were still very piercing, the traces were irregular, they had just been excavated, and they were excavated in a hurry.
Is it to pretend that they are specially transformed? Why go through all the trouble? Is it for - not to be discovered by the people above?
Yuan Nguyen looked up and stared at the vent in the distance.
She took out the stone from the basket and weighed it in her hand, her eyes darkening.
It was pitch black, and nothing could be felt except the sound of careful breathing, including the passage of time. Yuan Ruan counted the sound of his heartbeat, stiffly, and every three thousand times his heart beat for half an hour, he got up and walked around.
After walking like this about five times, the basement door was opened, and someone came in to bring water, and there was still nothing.
By this time it was already dark outside, the camp was quiet, and almost all the workers had gone into rest.
Yuan Ruan held a small plastic bag of water in his hand and confirmed his previous conjecture.
The Weir Group didn't want anyone to find out they were here, especially the workers.
She turned her head in the darkness, her eyes fixed on the iron door of the basement tunnel.
"Roses, drink quickly," Little Rose held a plastic bag in her mouth to draw water, urging her, "I can't keep it, everyone is very thirsty, if you don't drink it, someone will come to grab it." ā