Darkness, somewhere in the woods.

A tall, thin man was planting several time bombs under the surrounding trees.

Near him were three other people, a man and a woman.

The man is about twenty-five years old, one meter seventy-five tall, he has a refreshing short hair, and his face is slightly thin, at first glance, he looks like a student.

And one of the two women was more beautiful than the other, and one of them had a perfect goose egg face, very white skin, but no makeup on his face, but a pure natural beauty.

Look at the other one, although he is just as beautiful, but his face is more immature and less mature, but he is a baby face that is difficult to grow up.

At this moment, the three of them were glaring angrily at the tall and thin man in front of them, and their mouths were whirring because of anger.

They were gagged and hung from a huge treetop, with a green leaf above their heads, for the darkness could not see the original color, but as long as one of them had good eyesight, it was not difficult to see that there were three thin threads on the bodies of the three of them.

What are those three threads for?

Of course, it is used to trigger traps.

I saw that there were thin black threads wrapped around their necks, and after twisting and turning, they stretched all the way to the top of the tree. At the top of the tree there are several long spikes, each corresponding to their head.

It is not difficult to see from the spikes in the tree that this is an elaborate trap, and its function is to kill people.

Also strapped to their waists was a miniature time bomb, somewhat crudely made, presumably a homemade bomb.

At this moment, the tall and thin man in front of him was digging a small pit in the ground. He used a sharp dagger, and when he had dug about thirty to forty centimeters, he put a green discus in it, and then buried it with the excavated earth, and then found some dead leaves on the ground to cover the trap.

The three people on the tree saw the tall and thin man bury this thing in the ground, and they glared angrily, if the tall and thin man tore the tape wrapped around their mouths, I am afraid that these three people would have greeted the ancestors of his family for eighteen generations.

What is it?

It turned out to be a trigger mine.

At this moment, the tall and thin man suddenly raised his head and grinned at the three people in the tree, his smile was hideous and terrifying, and in the faint light, a deep scar could be seen on the left side of his face.

When the three people on the tree saw the tall and thin man's face, they were all surprised.

What kind of face is this?

His complexion was very white and white, as white as a piece of paper, so white that he could even see the pores and blood vessels clearly. But that's not the most surprising thing, if you can see his eyes, you will see that there is a faint light in his eyes, not green nor blue, but a creepy red.

His eyes were very strange and evil, and it seemed that when he stared at him, he had a feeling of coldness to the bone.

His face shape is an inexplicable face, not a melon seed face, nor a goose egg face, but a deformed face that ordinary people don't want to see.

He was ugly, but the muscles on his face were well-proportioned, as if someone had deliberately helped him cut them, neither too much, nor too much, equal on both sides.

Just when the three people on the tree showed shocked expressions, they saw the tall and thin man in front of him stretch out his snow-white hand, slowly took it out of his pocket, and then took out a mobile phone that had been used by the three of them, lit up the screen with his fingers, found a name named Xu Ran in the phone bar, and then dialed his number.

"Toot! Honk! Honk! ”

It was when Xu Ran had mixed feelings that the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was actually Wei Yan's guy calling, and before he had time to think about it, Xu Ran pressed the answer button.

"Drop!" came from the earpiece. Click" sound.

It's not Wei Yan's loud voice, but a rhythmic and frequency voice that sounds like a set of Morse code.

Without a response, Xu Ran's brows furrowed tightly.

It seems that what he was worried about has come after all.

Xu Ran asked in a deep voice: "Who are you, where is Wei Yan now?" At the end of the day, his voice almost sounded like a shout.

There was still no response in the earpiece, but a series of tick-tick, regular, rhythmic sounds.

Morse code, what exactly the other party wants to express.

Xu Ran didn't know much about the Morse code, but he could read the general meaning from the rhythmic voice.

It means that Wei Yan is in danger and wants to save him, so bring that batch of goods with you.

Xu Ran just wanted to ask him where the location was, and then he heard a busy sound coming from the earpiece.

The guy just hung up.

Then Xu Ran received a message with a Tibetan poem written on it.

'The green mountains and the bright moon are there, and the heavens and the earth are not separated. Walk thousands of miles and see things at sunset. ’

There's also a drop in money below - one hundred and twenty minutes.

If it were a normal time, Xu Ran might still have the intention to study the meaning of the poem, but now that human life is at stake, he can't settle down to interpret the meaning of the poem.

So, he suddenly remembered the batch of goods.

He had already instructed Uncle Li to drive the Audi to a place where there was no one, dispose of it, and burn it with the car and goods.

But I'm afraid it's too late to calculate the time now, but no matter what, he still dialed Uncle Li's phone number with luck.

After waiting for a while, Uncle Li answered Xu Ran's call.

As soon as it was connected, Uncle Li's puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong, Xu Shao?"

Xu Ran didn't have time to explain, and asked directly: "Did you burn Uncle Li's batch of goods?"

Uncle Li didn't know what Xu Ran was going to do, so he transferred the voice to a call video. The camera pointed at the burning, red-hot car in front of him and filmed it.

Although Xu Ran had been prepared in his heart, he was still a little lost when he saw the video on the screen.

He shouldn't have disposed of that shipment so quickly, he should have waited for Wei Yan's guy to come back before making plans, but it was too late to say anything now.

So he told Uncle Li about the situation and hung up the phone in a hurry.

In retrospect, he was still careless, and he should have guessed that the other party would move the people around him.

But now he can only decipher useful information from this Tibetan poem.

It's a game where the winner gets the fun of playing the game, and the loser pays the relative price.

Who is the winner in this depends on the strength of all parties.

In Tibetan poems, poems are used to write a complete poem about the place, person's name, time, and love.

And this Tibetan poem is obviously a poem about the place where it was written, so in order to decipher it, you must be quite familiar with the local geography. Therefore, if Xu Ran wants to crack the secret of this Tibetan poem, he still has to wait for Uncle Li to come back.

There were less than two hours to go, but fortunately, Uncle Li didn't drive far and disposed of the car.

Time passed minute by minute, and Xu Ran waited for more than ten minutes before he saw Uncle Li rushing back in a hurry.