MTL - Take It Easy-Chapter 124 alone

Zhou Yi, if you are dead, I will not die for love! Remember!

The speeding car drove the wind, and the broken branches that were swept into the air slammed into the glass at extreme speed.

Mu Qinglin and the others subconsciously dodged sideways.

Zhou Yi, who had the strongest visual impact, remained motionless, with both hands on the steering wheel, his eyes were dark, and he was staring at the road ahead.

Six or seven minutes had passed, and the car behind him was always chasing him.

Those people drove a professional outdoor off-road vehicle, the performance of which was far superior to theirs.

Zhou Yi knew that she couldn't get rid of it, so she was not in a hurry, she kept her distance as much as possible, and waited calmly.

The co-pilot, Mu Qinglin, held the camera tightly with one hand, and pulled the armrest with the other. It was difficult for her body to maintain stability in the violent bumps.

"Be careful!" Passing through the dug dirt pit on the road, Zhou Yi quickly stretched out his right arm to stop Mu Qinglin's shoulder.

Mu Qinglin still slammed into the car door hard, and his eyes went black for a while, and when his vision became clear again, the car in the rearview mirror approached a few meters closer.

"Xiao Jiu, drive and leave me alone!" Mu Qinglin said quickly.

After the violent bumps passed, Mu Qinglin loosened the seat belt, stood up while supporting the seat, and stepped back.

Zhou Yi saw it out of the corner of his eye, but didn't say anything.

Mu Qinglin knelt down between Wan Qianli and Duan Yi, turned on the camera, and adjusted the focus on the car behind.

The screen is zoomed in.

"Xiao Jiu, they have guns!" Mu Qinglin said.

With a gun and being so sensitive to the camera, there is only one possibility, "They are here to poach."

"Bow your head!" Mu Qing yelled, almost at the same time as she finished shouting, the bullet pierced through the windshield, leaving a small hole.

Thousands of miles cursed, his face turned pale, "Is this **** here to poach, or to kill?!"

Mu Qinglin remained silent, leaning back against the seat, hearing her own heartbeat. It is dangerous for her to be an investigative reporter, but she has never really experienced the situation where bullets fly by in front of her eyes, and it is impossible not to panic.

The sky was gray and black with no light, and when Mu Qinglin raised his eyes, he saw Zhou Yi's clear profile, tight but firm.

Her heartbeat suddenly slowed down, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, she kept telling herself in her heart: Calm down, that girl who is eight years younger than you didn't give up, what are you afraid of!

Mu Qinglin put the camera on her lap, opened her hands as far as possible and then closed them. Repeated several times, she turned back again and raised the camera.

The speed of the car was too fast, and the ground could not be grasped. Every bump was lifted high and fell heavily.

Mu Qinglin tried to take a few photos, but they were too blurry to see clearly. She decisively adjusted her posture, stuck one foot under the co-pilot's seat, knelt on the seat with one leg, pressed against the back of the seat with all her strength to stabilize her body, and then took a long breath to adjust her rhythm.

Behind the camera, her eyes quickly became slow and quiet.

Bullets with invisible trajectories flew overhead, and she didn't even blink.

"You got your face!" Mu Qinglin leaned back and gasped.

At that moment, she clearly saw Zhou Yi raised the corner of her lips, very quickly and shallowly, but she felt that everything was worth it.

With this photo, the police will be able to track down their trajectories and take necessary measures, and the chances of patrol members encountering danger will be greatly reduced.

The bullet slammed into the car body, making a muffled sound.

Mu Qinglin shrank her shoulders instinctively, and leaned over to put the camera into the camera bag.

After pulling the zipper halfway, she decisively opened it again, took out the memory card from the fuselage, and put it in her pocket.

Suddenly, the vast expanse of withered grass on both sides of the road was replaced by dense bushes, and the huge psychological pressure brought about by the moment the vision was blocked made people feel stuffy.

The car was still speeding, and the wind outside the window gradually subsided, leaving only silence.

Seeing that the road is not right for thousands of miles, he endured the five internal organs that were almost out of place, and reminded Zhou Yi, "We are about to make a sharp turn!" He has a good memory, and he can remember the points no matter how complicated the road is, and he will definitely not wrong!

Zhou Yi didn't say a word.

No one is more familiar with this road than she is. She is very sure that the road will end within less than five hundred meters.

Zhou Yi released the accelerator to slow down.

The car behind quickly caught up.

As the distance drew closer, the sound of the gunshot became clear. There was a short "poof", and the bullet pierced through the glass, brushing past Zhou Yi's arm.

She didn't feel any strong pain, but Mu Qinglin's heartbeat was stimulated silently by the blood on the sleeve.

"boom!"

Following Zhou Yi's movement of turning his head to avoid it, the car almost rushed into the bushes.

Mu Qinglin's hands were trembling, rationality restrained the emotions of madly struggling to protect Zhou Yi, the strength was so heavy that he almost suffocated.

"boom!"

The rearview mirror of the car was shattered, and the splashed glass slid across Zhou Yi's face. She seemed to have a sense, and she held the steering wheel tightly, and shouted: "Yanyan! Dodge and don't move!"

Mu Qinglin, who had just left the seat with her back, was pushed back by Wan Qianli and Duan Yi.

Mu Qinglin suddenly woke up, and felt the oppression of the car behind him.

About to bump into each other, Mu Qinglin yelled, "Xiao Jiu!"

Zhou Yi stepped on the gas pedal, the dashboard was filled to the brim, and the distance between the two cars was immediately opened.

The car behind lost his hand, became angry from embarrassment, and the speed was faster than before.

Not far ahead there is no road.

Mu Qinglin's eyes lit up, and finally understood Zhou Yi's intention.

"Hurry up!" Mu Qinglin reminded the two people in the back row in a low voice, and at the same time quickly returned to the passenger seat and buckled up the seat belt.

Zhou Yi saw her slam on the brakes to steer the moment she grasped the handrail, and the bodies of several people were thrown out with the huge inertia of the side skidding of the car, and their sternums hurt from being strangled by the seat belt.

Zhou Yi did not slow down.

The car behind didn't have time to react, and Bi rushed straight out, hitting a pile of stones in the bushes.

Hearing that sound for thousands of miles, he almost jumped up excitedly, "Damn it! It's so relieved!"

Duan Yi verbally **** his ancestors directly.

Zhou Yi still held the steering wheel calmly, not daring to take it lightly.

"Sister, see if there is a signal here." Zhou Yi said.

Mu Qinglin's fingers were already on the screen, "Yes. Who are you calling?"

Zhou Yi said: "Antoin."

Mu Qinglin found Antoin's phone and turned on the speakerphone.

After two rings, the phone was connected.

Zhou Yi said: "Antoin, we met a group of poachers in the village. They had guns in their hands. There were five of them. There were four people in my car, and they were not in any danger at the moment. Zhengxi."

Antoin immediately understood Zhou Yi's meaning, one-to-five, she would definitely not be able to face it alone, not to mention there were three more people to protect.

"Hold on, I'll contact Sergeant Lieve immediately!" Antoin said. After all, they are non-governmental organizations with limited personnel and weapons. In case of an emergency, they must contact the government's armed forces as soon as possible.

Zhou Yi didn't say any more.

The people behind have already caught up.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from the car window, and the car lost control.

Zhou Yi let go of the accelerator and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands. The car skidded violently and crashed sideways into the bushes.

Finally stopped, the sun was setting.

Zhou Yi stuffed the gun into Mu Qinglin's hand, and rubbed her head vigorously.

She had just heard the muffled sound of her head hitting the glass, but she didn't have time to give her sister a good rub right now.

"Sister, get out of the car and go west. When you meet Antoin, tell them that I will go south." Zhou Yi said.

Shocked for thousands of miles, "What do you want to do?!"

Zhou Yi, "The tire is blown, it's safest to walk separately now! Hurry up!"

Wanqianli still wanted to talk, but Duan Yi had already dragged him down.

Mu Qinglin, who had been silent all this time, clutched the memory card in his pocket, and bit every word in his mouth very clearly, "Zhou Yi, if you die, I will not die for love! Remember!"

Mu Qinglin got out of the car, and Wan Qianli and Duan Yi got into the bushes without looking back.

Behind them, Zhou Yi stepped on the accelerator, and the rear wheels rolled up the sky full of loess.

She knew that Mu Qinglin would not die for love, but she would live a bright and bright life in front of her as in the past five years, but she would be silent and lonely behind her.

She couldn't bear to live so tired, let alone let the nightmare that haunted her for two years repeat itself—losing two people she loved the most in the same place, so she wouldn't die, absolutely not!

Zhou Yi's eyes were red, but his heart was extremely calm. She traveled extremely fast all the way, passing through the withered and yellow bushes, and rushing onto the vast grassland.

The lifeless grasslands in the dry season are dyed blood red by the setting sun.

Zhou Yi passed by it, with the speed of the wind, without hesitation, broke into the extremely quiet center of the lake after the strong wind.

—

More than half an hour later, the three of Mu Qinglin joined Antoin. They got into Han Qiu's car and drove to the camp.

The sunset behind him is fading away.

Seeing the cigarettes in the cup holder, Mu Qinglin let go of the gun he was holding in his hand and said, "Do you mind if I smoke one?"

Han Qiu took a quick look at Mu Qinglin, and said after a long time: "Inferior cigarettes, if you haven't smoked them, you'd better not touch them."

Mu Qinglin said: "Shocking..."

Han Qiu didn't stop him.

Mu Qing lowered the car window, knocked out a cigarette from the case, found a lighter and lit it.

Sure enough, it was strong and choking, Mu Qinglin coughed violently a few times, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

She lay on the car window for a while, sat up, and tried to smoke again.

This time she inhaled very slowly and deeply. After the strange and strong stimulation entered her lungs, her mind would go blank for a moment, and her whole body was light.

She suddenly understood why so many people flock to cigarettes despite the words "Smoking is harmful to your health" printed on every pack of cigarettes.

Mu Qinglin finished smoking one and took another.

When I returned to the camp, the shriveled cigarette case was completely empty.

Mu Qinglin returned the gun to Han Qiu, thanked him, and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Han Qiu hesitated to speak, but finally just looked at her straight back without saying anything.

Fu Xiao, who had already been waiting anxiously, walked over quickly and asked, "Are you all back?"

Han Qiu shook his head, "The tire blew out, Zhou Yi put Mu Qinglin and the others halfway, and drove the car away by himself."

Fu Xiao didn't speak, and crossed Han Qiu to find Mu Qinglin.

Han Qiu quickly grabbed her wrist and said in a low voice, "Let her be quiet."

Fu Xiao sneered, with a sharp voice, "My wife is dying, why is she so quiet?!"

"Fu Xiao!"

"Stop **** talking to me! She's not your friend, so of course you can stand and talk without hurting your back!" Fu Xiao said anxiously, "Do you know how she survived the last time she realized that something might happen to Zhou Yi?" Is it? Don’t dare to cry, don’t dare to mention it, every day is fine, what about at night? Five years! She hasn’t slept for almost a whole night!”

After Fu Xiao finished yelling, Han Qiu's quiet eyes were so dark that nothing remained, he stared at her and said, "Fu Xiao, in your heart, am I the one who thinks nothing of me?"

Fu Xiao was slow to realize what he said just now, his heart sank, he casually grabbed a sentence that was lingering in his mind, and said, "It's just a few sleeps, I don't care who you are! Get out of the way!"

Fu Xiao pushed Han Qiu away and went to Mu Qinglin and Zhou Yi's room. She just came out with a basin in her hand, and asked calmly, "What do you need from me?"

Seeing her like this, Fu Xiao suddenly didn't know what to say. What Han Qiu said may be right, Mu Qinglin is more suitable to be alone now.

Seeing that Fu Xiao was silent, Mu Qinglin took the initiative to say: "My body is covered with dirt, I feel a little uncomfortable, go wash it first, if you have to talk about your business today, wait for me inside for a while."

Fu Xiao opened his mouth, his voice dry, "It's nothing important, you can go wash it, don't worry."

Mu Qinglin said "hmm" and walked past Fu Xiao.

Fu Xiao watched her turn, turned around and looked up, and saw Han Qiu who was still standing there.

Fu Xiao frowned slightly, and wanted to walk towards her, but she turned and left without hesitation.

Fu Xiao felt inexplicably very uncomfortable.

—

This night, no one slept, but Mu Qinglin was in the room, and the others were at the gate of the camp.

A beam of undulating headlights suddenly appeared in the distance, and An Xiang shouted excitedly, "I'm back!"

The dozen or so people leaning or standing at the door immediately perked up and looked over.

real…

At this second, everyone's hanging hearts were finally pushed to the highest point.

No one dared to think about the words "if something happens to Zhou Yi", just like they knew that someone was back, but they still didn't dare to call Mu Qinglin.

When there is no result, they can imagine any good result, and if there is, it will only be that one.

The camp gate was oppressively quiet.

The sound of the car slowly came up, and Fu Xiao suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Han Qiu who was standing behind gave her a hand, without looking at her or speaking.

Soon, three vehicles stopped outside the gate of the camp one by one.

Antoin got out of the car first, followed by Zak, followed by…

"Master!" An Xiang strode up to Zhou Yi and hugged her, his eyes wet, "Why did you come back! We have been waiting for you for seven hours!"

It was rare for Zhou Yi not to mock An Xiang, he raised his hand and pushed him away, looked at the person at the door, and said, "Where's Yanyan?"

The excitement on An Xiang's body suddenly dissipated, and he lowered his shoulders and said, "I'm sorting out photos in the room. What kind of photos are you sorting out at this time, alas, teacher's wife!"

"Stop yelling..." Wan Qianli covered An Xiang's mouth, looked at Zhou Yi's hurried back with red eyes and said, "Let the two of them stay for a while."

In the room, Mu Qinglin sat quietly at the table.

She spent seven hours sorting all the photos taken in the past few days, and wrote a detailed research report.

She couldn't think of what else she could do, she searched in the computer, found the **** video, clicked to play it in loop, kept watching, and saw that her heart was still, Zhou Yi still didn't come back.

She was a little anxious.

If Xiao Jiu didn't come back, how could she tell her that she had seen all the things she was afraid of? How can I tell her that even if someone exposes these things in front of her, she will not go crazy or collapse? How to tell her...Xiao Jiu, you don't have to be afraid of anything...

Mu Qinglin closed the computer, turned off the lights, and lay quietly on the table.

Last night when she took a shower, she forgot to turn on the boiling water. The cold seemed to be severe again, her head was heavy, and her body was cold and hot for a while.

She probably has a fever.

Fever is not a cold, and she can't resist it. She must get some medicine from Dr. Han as soon as possible.

Mu Qinglin moved her body and stood up while supporting the table.

For a moment, she seemed to hear footsteps, hurriedly.

The wrist rested against the forehead for a while, and only the humming caused by the fever remained in the ear.

Mu Qinglin lowered her hands, turned and walked out.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Mu Qinglin froze in her futile steps.

The visitor strode up to her, hooked her waist with one hand, pressed the other behind her shoulder, and brought her into his arms, saying in a hurried voice: "Yanyan, I'm back."

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