The distance was a bit long, so I played music to understand the reporter. With the sound of the music, I leaned on my seat and fell asleep slowly.

I had a very strange dream.

I dreamed that I was in a black fog with black chains around my neck. There was something invisible to the black fog that was pulling him in, struggling with my head, and keeping shouting loudly with my mouth open, but I couldn't hear what I was calling on my head.

When we woke up from the nightmare, we were far away from Yinchuan city, and the blue sky and white clouds were on the side of the national highway near Alxa. The air was fresh and the air was much less.

The car pulled over and the reporter Gan said he wanted to find a place to relieve it.

Xiaoxuan said, Sister Gan, wait for me, I will go with you and be a companion.

Seeing that she had walked away, Douyazai yawned and said, "Feng... Fengzi, did you think you had already entered Hei Shui City at this time? Have you dug up the treasure?"

I thought about it and shook my head, "Maybe, I'll lock up my first time and come to dig Hei Shui City. There must be powerful geotechnicians. Although I haven't seen each other, there may be someone with the surname Ma."

"The surname is Ma? What is Ma?" Douyazai asked curiously.

I said you don’t know? My brother hasn’t told you?

"Brother? Which brother do you mean?"

I realized this time, how could Douyazai know that Douyazai was still running a boat on the sea while we were in Feimo Mountain, and he had never seen the Sun brothers and Sister Hong before.

I remembered Sister Hong again.

She has lost all news for so long, and she doesn't know where she is now and how she is.

There is also my second brother. I asked him about the condition of the head several times, and I always replied to me: "The second brother is not in good health, so try not to disturb him."

"Tell me quickly, what did you say your surname is Ma?" Douya urged me to ask me when I saw that I was distracted.

Seeing that reporter Gan had not come back yet, I told Dou Yezai that his surname was Ma.

The man named Ma is Ma Zhenhai, a native of Luoyang. He told me when he was there that Ma Zhenhai was called a gopher. This man's way of digging holes was very strange. The holes he made were recognizable in the industry. This man could use both hands to shovel under the shovel at the same time.

The ancient circles are nearly square. In ancient times, the holes robbed in ancient times were all round, and after the liberation of the Republic of China, they were all square. Only this one named Ma hits a special hole, with a pentagonal or a border. Because he can shovel down with both hands at the same time, it is equivalent to one person holding two people.

"So awesome? Then don't you need to install wooden boards when he hits the hole?" Douyazai asked.

I said this is not necessarily the case, it depends on the situation. If the soil is pineapped, it will not work without adding wooden boards, and it will collapse. It has nothing to do with the shape of the hole he made.

Here I will give you some popular science. Tomb robbers are not used to dig holes. Luoyang shovels are just used to find soil to detect the location of the pit. If you only have Luoyang shovels, you can't steal the tomb. If you really want to give someone a Luoyang shovel to dig a hole, you will be exhausted and you won't be able to dig a hole in one night.

When digging holes, whirlwind shovels and engineer shovels will be used. When you encounter a hard soil layer, you will have a cone-head shovel.

There are two types of Northern Pattern whirlwind shovels. One is that the hollow copper stick contains copper wire. There are nine wavy spiral-shaped iron sheets around the copper stick. The end of the copper stick is wrapped in thick cloth. There is also a small rocker at this position. The rocker controls the nine spiral iron sheets through the copper wire hidden by the copper stick.

Think about it, it is similar to the principle of a hand rocker like the old-fashioned water well. People hold the rocker and shake it hard on it. Then a large amount of soft soil on the ground will be brought out by spiral iron pieces, which saves energy and is fast.

Nowadays, this kind of electric one is faster than a groundhog pangolin when you are skilled in digging soil and digging holes.

The second type of whirlwind shovel is the one I often use. It has a solid pipe, and is not tall in length. The shovel surface is similar to the kind of engineer shovel with curves. It does not stick to the shovel. It is suitable for digging holes in places with soft soil. It can also be used to support the wooden boards that steal the hole at critical moments and beat people's heads and eat black.

You don’t need to pull and twist the two ends of the pins into the bag, which is convenient and fast.

The girl ran away for a long time and waited for a long time. She waited for a long time but still couldn't see anyone coming back.

"Where did you urinate?" I noticed something was wrong. She had been half an hour since she left.

"Let's go, Fengzi, go and look for it quickly, don't have any trouble." Douyazai and I put on their clothes and got out of the car.

"Are you there?" Douyazai turned his head and looked at it, pointing to a downhill belt in the distance.

There are three or four hundred meters away from the national highway. Since it is downhill, people cannot see the situation on the slope.

I said let's go and have a look.

I hurriedly ran there, and I looked down the slope and was stunned.

I saw reporter Gan and Xiaoxuan both here. Xiaoxuan was pulling reporter Gan, and the two were quarreling with red faces.

"What are you doing!"

"What's the noise?" Douyazai shouted and ran down the slope, and I hurriedly followed.

Seeing that I was coming, Xiaoxuan nervously called Yunfeng, please persuade her quickly, she insisted on calling the police!

My grass! Douyazai was shocked and asked what police to call.

My face also became ugly, thinking that reporter Gan would not have discovered our identity, right?

This shouldn't be... We didn't bring those tools in the car, and we deliberately avoided her when we spoke jargon on the road.

"No! We can't handle this matter!" reporter Gan broke free from Xiaoxuan and said he wanted to call the police again.

"Don't panic first, if something happens, you'll talk about it first!" I said hurriedly.

Reporter Gan's face looked a little bad. She pointed to the front right and trembled and said, "Die...! I saw the dead! I don't know how long it has been dead!"

"Diet! True or fake!"

Douyazai ran to the place with a few big strides.

"Grass!" Douyazai turned around and cursed, saying, "Look at Fengzi, come and see, there are really dead people!"

I hurried over to observe the situation.

Not far from her, reporter Gan found a corpse. The person had not died for a long time. The body had not completely rotted. He lay flat on his back, buried in the sand, and exposed the upper part of his body on the ground. The air here was dry and strong, and the wind was blowing on the sun. The face of the corpse was already dehydrated. You could smell the stench when you got closer. I looked at it for a few times and didn't dare to look at it.

I guess if reporter Gan and Xiaoxuan hadn happened to come here to get rid of their hands, the place where birds and cars kept stopping under the slope of the Alxashan National Highway would not have been discovered for several years.

"Does this person have a wallet?" Douyazai was brave and she took out a wallet from the body.

Xiaoxuan could no longer hold it back at this time, so she ran to the side and held her waist and started vomiting.

"Yellow...cucumber?" Douyazai glared and said, "Why is there someone named Cucumber? This person is called Cucumber?"

"Take it and see it," I didn't believe what he said, took the ID card and took a look.

I wiped the stains on my ID card with my hand. Hi, this is not a cucumber. This person is called Huang Gu. The radical "Zi" was covered by stains. After rubbing hard, he revealed his original name.

According to the address, this person is not a native of Yinchuan, but from Zhaotong, Yunnan. In addition to more than 100 yuan in change, he also has two folded notes on his wallet. I opened the notes and looked at them, and my brows frowned.

"What...what is it written?"

"On September 27, there are 50 kilograms of meat with hind legs, 30 kilograms of sheep waist, and 10 kilograms of crisp bones. It is estimated that 2,500 kilograms of small strings will be worn, and the net profit will be about 400."

Douyazai and I looked at the notes and looked at each other. Why did a mutton skewers in Zhaotong, Yunnan die in the wasteland next to Alxa? It seems that the person selling Zhaotong skewers is still selling?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt the more I was scared and I was shocked.

Throwed away the note.
Chapter completed!