I don't know how long I've been asleep, and I don't know how drowsy my dreams were. A mouthful of saliva fell, and I bit my tongue violently, and the piercing pain woke me up.

I rolled over and squinted at the door with sour eyes. A handful of scorching sunlight pierced the glass and turned the hall white.

"Sister."

I cried out weakly.

The South House was silent, and no one answered.

I turned over, got out of the couch barefoot, and walked to the South Room. At this time, the door of the house had been opened, and Sister Yun had disappeared.

After I walked out of the courtyard gate, the originally empty and lonely village became more and more secluded.

The fiery red sun had been buried in the leaf stack of a poplar tree on a small slope. It seems that I slept a long night.

Strange to say, in the huge village, not only did not see a single villager, but even the police officers who were watching hard were nowhere to be seen.

Is it a dream? Thinking of this, I pinched myself, and it hurt. I pumped myself again, and it hurt.

I felt uneasy. When I was young, as long as I woke up from my dream, I didn't see my parents, I didn't see Sister Yun, I would cry, I was afraid of losing.

At this time, the loneliness of being left behind by the world is so strong.

A hurried and heavy footsteps came from the small slope in the north, and from a distance, the person who came was Brother Da Tie.

When he saw me, he was surprised and said: Xiaohua, why are you still at home?

I was stunned and asked, "Brother Da Tie, what about the villagers and the police officers?" Why don't you see any of them?

Brother Da Tie ran towards home, and turned around and said: It's all in the apple orchard in Sandaoling, something strange happened......

The others have run away, and the words after that are blown in the wind.

"Apple Orchard?"

When I heard that, I ran northeast.

On the first night of Sister Yun's return, I picked up an anonymous letter in the courtyard, and I still remember the text clearly: Apple Orchard...... 200,000 ...... The deadline is five days.

At noon that day, when she returned to the entrance of the village, Zhang Xiaobao stopped her and said a few words: Midsummer and Sandaoling that year.

Could it be that Zhang Xiaobao couldn't blackmail Sister Yun, so he had a bad idea and tied her to the apple orchard in Sandaoling while I was asleep?

If this is the case, then this sleep has really become the most regrettable sleep in this life.

After running for more than ten minutes, from the direction of Sandaoling, there were boiling voices and rumbling machines.

After running for another quarter of an hour, crossing several torn cordons, I saw from a distance a crowd of black people draining the water around the apple orchards of Sandaoling.

These people, some from our village, some from other villages, and many police officers, walked with rough and visual measurements, and the number of them exceeded 10,000.

Sandaoling is located at the junction of three villages, and once there is a disturbance, it will be known to the villagers of the three villages.

The orchard on the ridge was converted into a vegetable plot in the first two years because of poor income. Later, the families of this fast land went out to work one after another, and the whole land has been deserted to this day.

At the moment, I couldn't stop panting, wiped a handful of hot sweat from my cheeks, tightened my teeth, exerted all my strength, and rushed to the ridge.

When I got to the crowd that had gathered dozens of laps, I suddenly saw a tall earthen platform piled up in the center of the crowd.

The earthen platform is about 20 meters high, and about 30 people can hug it. The most surprising thing is that the body of the earth platform is sprinkled with broken flowers.

On the side of the earthen platform, dozens of large blue trucks were parked, and under the side doors of the trucks, a few locks of fresh loess and a few rows of broken flower petals were scattered.

Xu I used all my strength, and the breath in my nose was temporarily blocked. When I regained my strength, a rich, somewhat abnormal floral fragrance hit my nose.

What is this for? However, although I was curious, I didn't care. Right now, I only think about my Sister Yun.

I got into the crowd, pushed through the crowd, and called Sister Yun left and right. However, no matter how high my voice was, it was finally suppressed by waves of noise.

Walking through the sea of people, my ears were filled with some information: early in the morning, more than a dozen trucks pulled the soil and flowers of the "Xizhiji" flower garden here...... I think they have been deceived by evil spirits, otherwise why would they destroy the flower garden that is about to be built...... I heard that this was invested and built by Meng Qingxing...... The truck drivers and the workers in the flower garden are delirious, are they going to build pyramids...... After they were built, they were discovered by the police, and it was very ......

Hearing the villagers' discussions, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart.

"Brother Hua, where are you going?"

A young and clear voice came from the rumbling human voice.

I saw at a glance that it was the third sister who shouted at me, and strode towards her.

I asked in a loud voice: Third sister, have you seen my sister?

The third sister pouted, rolled her eyes, and replied: I saw Sister Yun just now, but I haven't seen it now.

I didn't have time to talk to her more, so I plunged into the crowd again, struggling to find Sister Yun.

At this time, someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I was overjoyed and thought: It's Sister Yun.

When I turned my head, I couldn't help but be overshadowed, and the person behind me was Brother Da Tie.

I asked, "Brother Da Tie, what did you just do when you went home?" See my sister?

Brother Da Tie shook his head and said with a smile: Didn't some media people come to our village a few days ago, and then they were driven away by the Soviet Bureau. They left me a business card and asked me to take more valuable video photos for them, and I was paid.

After listening to Brother Da Tie's words, I turned around and left, a wisp of cold condensed at the tip of my heart.

The strange thing that happened on the Thirty Mu Ridge two days ago made him think of his dead son and fell into endless grief.

However, today's livelihood is greater than yesterday's joys and sorrows. As soon as he heard that it was profitable, his heart became fanatical again. Although, that kind of profit, people despise.

Along the way, I met Grandpa Xiao, Aunt Ju, Uncle Erbao, Aunt Niu and others, but none of them saw Sister Yun.

In my heart, I panicked to the limit. The more the crowd shouted, the more chaotic my heart became, the more hot and sweaty I was, and the cooler my body became.

When my eyes looked at a small dirt slope in the distance, Sister Yun was standing on it with an indifferent expression. The breeze blew, pulling up the hem of her purple skirt and folding into purple waves.

I breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over, and shouted: Sister, you let me find it hard.

Sister Yun smiled and said softly: Are you awake? Piglet.

I burst out laughing and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with the apple orchard?"

After finding Sister Yun, my soul returned to my cavity and my attention was concentrated.

Sister Yun walked down the dirt slope, climbed on my arm, and said calmly: Early in the morning, I heard a buzzing roar from the ridge. When I came up, I saw that a tall earthen platform had been erected, and its body was sprinkled with broken flowers. The police temporarily detained all the employees of "Joy Extreme" who were involved in the incident. All of them believed that they were instructed by Meng Qingxing. However, the police searched the whole city and found no trace of him.

I was puzzled and asked: What is the purpose of erecting such an earthen platform?

"I don't know, maybe I'm pretending to be a ghost, let's go back."

Sister Yun picked me up and wanted to walk down the ridge.

"Hmm."

I'm not interested in what has happened and is going to happen, good or bad.

The boiling sound of the people on the ridge is like boiling oil, and it is getting stronger and stronger, and there is no peace between heaven and earth.

When Sister Yun and I walked to the edge of the ridge, a dense stream of birds flew from the eastern sky with fierce and rapid wings.

In an instant, the sun was blocked. A cold and terrifying black swept in from the east.

Suddenly, countless chirps, like thousands of arrows breaking through the air, shook the heavens and the earth, and were extremely fierce.

When the overwhelming birds lowered their posture and jumped under the sun, their bodies shone with golden brown light. In that kind of light, it exudes the unique noble temperament of the king.

They are not ordinary birds, they are golden eagles!