"Is this the way 'Li Zhuan Er' breeds?" Song Shaofeng bent down slightly, looked at the beautiful sapling up close, and muttered to himself.

Such an unreasonable phenomenon, Zhao Xuan naturally immediately notified Song Shaofeng and others.

So now, Song Shaofeng, Cao Hui, Lin Ling, and Chen Shuhong are surrounding the small dirt bag, carefully looking at the saplings.

Everyone has unabashed appreciation and affection in their eyes.

The small saplings are like jade carvings, and a few verdant leaves are dotted on the dark green trunk, and the lines are supple and natural.

Even the number and size of the leaves seem to have been carefully calculated, too much is complicated, too few is monotonous.

Zhao Xuan, who briefly introduced the situation just now, was quickly gathered around and carefully observed the small sapling, and several other people were squeezed aside.

Zhao Xuan touched his nose speechlessly, and asked behind them, "What should I do?" ”

"Take it back." Song Shaofeng turned around, thought for a moment, and said, "Lin Ling, you go find a big box, by the way, there is also a shovel." ”

No matter what kind of person you are, you will love and appreciate the perfect thing.

For example, the current group of people, and this perfect little tree.

But no matter how much you like it, after all, they are not ordinary people, just appreciate it a little, and there will be no such thoughts as you take it for yourself.

After listening to Song Shaofeng's arrangement, Lin Ling responded and turned back to find something.

Song Shaofeng, on the other hand, turned on his mobile phone, turned out the recording function, and began to ask Zhao Xuan about the situation just now, as if a reporter was doing an interview, and he didn't let go of the details.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, especially some tiny details, as long as it takes a while, Zhao Xuan will definitely forget it, and he must make a record before this.

It's just that now, the rotten pen has become a recording.

These details, which may or may not be helpful for the Anomaly Bureau to study around this small sapling.

But if it's not documented now, then it's definitely not.

At work, Song Shaofeng has always been a careful person.

Song Shaofeng asked for a long time, and it wasn't until Lin Ling came back with his things that he put away his mobile phone and waved Zhao Xuan to rest on the side.

Then he took the sapper shovel in Lin Ling's hand, beckoned Cao Hui to help together, and prepared to dig the saplings out of the ground.

Fearing damage, the men carefully tossed for a long time before they dug the saplings out of the ground and moved them into the prepared boxes, along with a large piece of soil.

After completing this last occasional addition, Song Shaofeng and Chen Shuhong handed over again, and everyone left the troop station, ready to set off and return.

Before returning to the van, there was another hiccup.

The paramedics came with two stretchers to help bring the wounded back.

Zhang Yuan considered that his physical strength was really poor at this time, so he agreed.

But Zhao Xuan didn't want to say anything, just a few kilometers of mountain roads, just walk slowly, and let people carry it.

But a group of strong young men pressed Zhao Xuan on the stretcher without saying anything, and tied it tightly with a protective belt until Zhao Xuan couldn't move.

These energetic fighters have already regarded this incident as a complete combat exercise.

Since it is an exercise, where can the medical staff miss such a link as carrying a stretcher, and now that there are real wounded, they will naturally not let it go.

So, the face of the person who was carried was full of helplessness, and the face of the person who carried it was excited, and he drove towards the van a few kilometers away.

After settling the two wounded, stuffing all the things into the car, and waving goodbye to the soldiers who came to help, Song Shaofeng drove the van and set off on the road again.

Song Shaofeng and Cao Hui took turns driving, and as for Miss Lin, she was assigned the "heavy duty" of taking care of the two wounded, and the reason naturally does not need to be said.

Zhao Xuan slept in a daze in the car, and the car had returned to the civilized world safely.

When I returned to City C, the first thing I did was to let Zhao Xuan and Zhang Yuan do a complete examination in the hospital.

Zhao Xuan had no other problems except for the wound on his arm, and even the symptoms of anemia were very mild, but he had experienced a painful process of cleaning the wound, stitches, and bandaging.

And Zhang Yuan was just prescribed a little internal and external medicine to promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis.

As for the situation of detachment, the hospital in City C has no way to do it, and it can't find a reason.

In fact, not to mention in City C, even in the capital, the hospitals that have research and confidentiality cooperation with the Abnormal Bureau have not studied the principle of Zhang Yuan's "human battery" clearly.

After resting in the hotel for one night, and confirming that Zhao Xuan and Zhang Yuan were both physically fit to continue on the road, everyone kept going non-stop and returned to the capital the next day.

It's not too early to arrive in the capital, and there is no emergency for the time being, Song Shaofeng simply asked everyone to disband on the spot, and just report to the unit tomorrow morning.

Since no one drove, it was Song Shaofeng and Cao Hui who helped Zhao Xuan and them drive the van back to the courtyard first, and then took a taxi to leave.

Zhang Yuan rested for a day, and his spirit recovered a little, but he was still a little wilted.

Without Zhang Yuan's gags, the four people living in the courtyard were not very interested, and they went back to their rooms after taking a shower.

Zhao Xuan carefully avoided the bandages, scrubbed casually, and then returned to the room, lying on the bed, absentmindedly playing with his mobile phone, but his mind was full of the events of the past few days.

It was supposed to be just an ordinary business trip, but from the murder before departure, to the subsequent tracking incident, the inexplicable failure of "Li Guanger", the subsequent attack and the strange behavior of "Li Zhuaner", in just four or five days, it can be said that the situation is continuous.

Zhao Xuan tried his best to recall the details of each thing, and at the same time thought about what the connection between these things was.

On an ordinary business trip, one or two accidents can be regarded as coincidences, but so many things happen at the same time, and it is definitely not a coincidence that can be explained.

But if these things are counted as an unsuccessful conspiracy, they are full of contradictions, such as the attack on the winding road that meant more warning than attack, such as the two people who followed the first and the second, and the landlord who had nothing to do with anything else.

Zhao Xuan scratched his head hard, trying to sort out a slightly clearer vein, but he had no clue, and he didn't even realize that the mobile phone in his hand slipped to the side.

Just as Zhao Xuan was thinking in a daze, the fatigue caused by the continuous running came back for a while, coupled with the weakness after the injury, Zhao Xuan fell asleep unconsciously.

"Zhao Xuan."

Half-asleep and half-awake, Zhao Xuan seemed to hear someone calling him, but the voice was ethereal and he couldn't really hear it.

"Zhao Xuan."

Zhao Xuan heard it clearly this time, this is Director Zhao's voice!

Zhao Xuan opened his eyes suddenly, only to find himself standing on the ground, in a black space.

The black ground, the black sky, and the gray-white stone monument do not see the slightest light source in the whole space, but you can clearly see every detail.

Only the two people under the stele seem to be in the shadows that come from nowhere, and they are faintly unreal.

Zhao Xuan immediately realized that he had once again entered that strange dream.

Although it didn't take long in time, after exercising again and again, Zhao Xuan's nerves were already thicker than when he was at the earliest.

Although the sense of fear remained, Zhao Xuan could already grit his teeth and look around, trying to remember the images.

Zhao Xuan was sure that those strange reactions of those anomalies to himself were definitely related to this place.

Zhao Xuan looked around as he slowly walked towards the two figures.

The two figures stood side by side in front of the stele, with their backs to Zhao Xuan, looking up at the stele in front of them.

It wasn't until Zhao Xuan walked to a short distance that he turned around and looked at Zhao Xuan as if he had made an appointment.

This time, Zhao Xuan can see it clearly, these two people are 100% the two seen in the photo, Director Zhao and Director Zhang, they can't be wrong.

While Zhao Xuan looked at the two, the two seemed to be looking at Zhao Xuan.

After a pause for a few seconds, Director Zhao, who was in his fifties in front of him, spoke again, and his tone was flat: "Zhao Xuan." ”

The two words in Director Zhao's mouth were flat, but they seemed to have magical power, and every time he spoke, Zhao Xuan felt a burst of fear.

This time was the same, Zhao Xuan was frightened, and then his muscles tensed, so that he didn't tremble.

Zhao Xuan clenched his fists tightly and stared at Director Zhao intently.

Director Zhao didn't say much, but turned around, raised his right hand, and slowly pointed forward.

Zhao Xuan's gaze followed Director Zhao's hand and moved to the gray-white stone tablet in front of him.

The stele was dusty, and I don't know what material it was, it went straight into the sky, blending in with the black sky, and I couldn't see how high it was at all.

At the moment when Zhao Xuan's eyes turned to the stele, Zhao Xuan suddenly realized that what really scared him was probably not Director Zhao, but the stele in front of him.

As for Director Zhao, that's just incidental.

Because of an incomparably huge sense of fear, like substance, it suddenly pressed on Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan's brain subconsciously turned on the protection mode in an instant, cutting off the direct connection with various parts of the body.

If it was in reality, Zhao Xuan would have fainted, but in the dream, the action that should have made Zhao Xuan "faint" in the past suddenly woke him up.

Zhao Xuan lay on the bed, his eyes widened, fumbled to find his mobile phone, turned on the tape recorder, and hurried to describe everything he experienced in the dream.

The previous experiences made Zhao Xuan understand that these memories would gradually fade away, and only a vague outline would remain.

But after talking for a long time, Zhao Xuancai sadly found that he had no way to describe what he saw.

After saying it over and over again, it's still a rough idea.

With a long exhalation, Zhao Xuan resigned himself to putting down his phone and raising his head, only to find that the sky was already dark.

Zhao Xuan covered his head and was ready to sleep for a while, but he couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

I simply got up, washed up, and simply went out for a walk, planning to clean up my mood and come back with breakfast.

But after going out for a turn, I bought a big bag for breakfast, and I didn't feel much better.

When I returned to the courtyard, I was just about to push the door, when I saw Lin Ling pushing the door out.

Zhao Xuan said hello to Lin Ling absentmindedly, and then staggered inside. Unexpectedly, Lin Ling was stopped by a loud voice.

"Hey!" Lin Ling pointed outside and asked, "Together?" ”