Fast Travel Absurdity Sutra

It was completely dark when Lantian finally sent Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li away.

She stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard, her eyes fixed on the two figures walking away.

The breeze rustled her hair, but it couldn't soothe the turmoil in her heart. She stared straight ahead until the two figures finally merged completely into the end of the winding village road, leaving no trace of them.

After a long while, she slowly and gently turned around, suddenly becoming agile and walking towards the house with light steps.

The moment she stepped through the threshold, she subconsciously used her spiritual sense to scan Xia Jun. Her spiritual sense, in this world, was used so frequently that it seemed to have become even more agile.

The spiritual consciousness spread silently, quickly and accurately towards where Xia Jun was.

At this time, in another corner about 500 meters away from the educated youth's yard, Xia Jun and Liu Jun were standing face to face.

There was silence all around, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the suffocating atmosphere.

The figures of the two people appeared particularly solemn and depressing in the slightly dim light, as if two silent mountains were facing each other.

Song Xiang, who was huddled aside, looked like a frightened little bird.

Her beautiful eyes were now blurred by tears, and in the mist, the gleam of tears could be vaguely seen.

She trembled helplessly, looking pitiful and filled with endless sorrow and fear.

Unfortunately, at this moment, neither Xia Jun nor Liu Jun had time to care about her weakness and helplessness. No one had the heart to pity this lovable woman who was as lovable as a baby bird in the rain.

As soon as Lantian's spiritual consciousness touched the scene in front of her, it instantly ignited the fire of curiosity deep in her heart.

She couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile that was difficult to conceal.

"Ha ha!"

Lantian couldn't help but laugh softly, his eyes fixed on the two figures in front of him.

They were in a panic and looked frightened, just like two little rabbits cornered by hunters, who could be killed at any moment.

Recalling the scene when he first arrived, Lantian felt a surge of heroism in his heart.

At that time, in the educated youth's yard, a place that attracted everyone's attention, she fearlessly caused a huge uproar.

It was like holding an extremely sharp scalpel, accurately and ruthlessly cutting through the hypocritical masks that the two guys had painstakingly created, exposing their ugly true faces nakedly to everyone.

From that moment on, Lantian keenly felt that the so-called halo of the male protagonist and the halo of the female protagonist that had always surrounded these two people were gradually losing their former glory.

They are like the beach after the tide goes out, being peeled off bit by bit and becoming increasingly dull over time.

Now that I think about it carefully, these two people have been living a very miserable life recently!

In their lives, they seem to be full of setbacks and difficulties.

Last time, Lantian's spiritual sense accidentally swept over and found two figures dodging left and right, hiding their heads and tails in the dark corner of the black market, like two frightened birds. If they were not careful, they would fall into the hands of the patrol team.

That thrilling scene is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday, so clear that I can almost reach out and touch it.

Lantian could feel the waves of joy coming from deep within the original owner's body and mind.

From that day on, for the next few days, the two of them were like frightened hares, curled up in the small courtyard where the educated youth lived all day long, and did not even dare to step out of the door.

They locked themselves up in the courtyard of the educated youth and lived in constant fear.

Lantian concentrated his mind slightly, focusing his consciousness more on that place, and listened carefully.

It turned out that Liu Jun was trying hard to persuade Xia Jun and Song Xiang to go and destroy the power plant.

Hearing this, Lantian's beautiful brows couldn't help but frown slightly, and her heart was full of doubts and thoughts.

what happened?

Why is this enemy spy organization so persistent in competing with the power plant?

Can't they think of any other conspiracies and tricks, so they have to hang themselves on this tree?

This is really a thief who is still trying to stir up trouble again and again.

Her thoughts were like the swift wind, instantly drifting to Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li who had just left.

This is definitely a great opportunity not to be missed!

If it can be used skillfully, perhaps this conspiracy hidden in the dark can be completely exposed and the enemy spies can be caught in one fell swoop.

But what should they do? How can they secretly lead Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li to the vicinity of these three people, let them hear this evil plot with their own ears, and thus obtain irrefutable evidence?

Lantian's bright eyes suddenly lit up, like twinkling stars in the dark night, and a brilliant plan quietly took shape in her mind.

(o ゜ ▽ ゜) o ☆

Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li walked slowly along the rugged and winding village road of Liujia Village.

Along the way, both of them were silent, and only the slight sound of their footsteps on the cold ground echoed in the silent night.

Today, they stepped into Zhou Tian's yard, hoping to find clues to solve the mystery there.

However, after some investigation, he found that the doubts in his heart about Zhou Tian had not diminished, but instead became thicker like a fog, lingering in his mind layer by layer and could not be shaken off.

However, both of them are experienced and battle-hardened investigators.

Years of professional career have already forged their calm, introverted and unflappable character.

Although their hearts were shrouded in doubt, they knew that this was not the time to speak freely and communicate.

Everything around may hide unknown dangers and secrets. Any negligence may alert the enemy and cause the entire investigation to fail.

So the two of them just walked silently, maintaining a formation of one in front and one behind.

The posture seemed casual, but in fact it contained the tacit understanding and vigilance cultivated over the years.

It was a winter night, and the wind in Liujia Village was like a sharp blade, whistling past and cutting the cold air wantonly.

Where the wind raged, the branches rustled, sounding like painful groans.

Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li couldn't help but shrink their necks. The biting cold wind was like a ferocious beast, which seemed to want to tear their heads off their shoulders, forcing them to tuck their heads into their clothes in order to get a moment of warmth and peace.

Lantian smiled slightly. Right at this moment, the opportunity had come.

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Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li were caught off guard and their bodies reacted instinctively. They couldn't help but shiver. The cold force instantly penetrated their clothes and reached their bones.

However, just as they were trying to resist the invasion of the cold wind, suddenly, the expressions of both of them changed drastically at the same time.

Their faces, which were originally slightly tense due to the cold, were instantly replaced by a look of astonishment and solemnity.

It turned out that amidst the howling wind, there was a faint sound of conversation.

The sound seemed to come from a distant place, and seemed to be deliberately carried by the strong wind. It was intermittent and unclear, but it was enough to arouse their high alert.

"Xia Jun, what are you worried about? I've made all the plans and arrangements for you. When the time comes, you and Song Xiang will just follow my plan and blow up the power plant."

The voice carried an unquestionable majesty and commanding tone, floating in the wind and exuding a dangerous aura.

"But, Uncle Jun, Xia Jun and I are both educated youth. We have never done these things. I'm scared."

The other voice was filled with fear and helplessness, with obvious trembling and crying, like the wail of a young animal lost in a dark forest and facing despair.

These conversations, like a bombshell, instantly exploded in the hearts of Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li.

The two of them stopped involuntarily as if they were under a spell, and their bodies became stiff in an instant.

Their faces turned snow-white in an instant, without a trace of blood, and the blood solidified in their veins at this moment.

Oh my god, it’s the power plant again!

This thought flashed through their minds at the same time, and a strong sense of uneasiness and shock surged in their hearts.

They are planning to blow up the power plant again. What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this?

What exactly do the enemy spies want to do?

Countless questions swirled wildly in their minds.

Wang Jinsong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, almost bursting through his chest.

Xiao Li's face was filled with shock and anger. His fists clenched unconsciously, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.

"How could these despicable people extend their evil hands to the power plant? How could Xia Jun and Song Xiang, two educated youth, be involved in such a dangerous and cruel plan? Don't they know the disastrous consequences this will bring?"

On the one hand, he was extremely angry at the enemy's cruelty, and on the other hand, he was heartbroken by Xia Jun and Song Xiang's confusion and recklessness.

The two men's thoughts raced in the cold night wind, filled with shock and anger at the enemy's conspiracy.

But they are well-trained and experienced investigators after all, and the tacit understanding they have accumulated over the years was instantly stimulated at this moment.

The two of them didn't even need to communicate verbally; the moment their eyes met, they understood each other.

They turned around and, like two agile cheetahs, quietly moved towards the direction where the sound came from.

Their movements were light and quick, and they took every step carefully, for fear of making any sound and disturbing the plotting enemy.

Their figures shuttled through the cold night, gradually approaching their target.

After turning around a room, the scene before them gave them a chill.

They actually came to the vicinity of the educated youth's yard.

There was silence all around, only the sound of conversation carried by the wind became clearer and clearer, guiding them to continue their investigation.

The two of them crouched down behind the pile of firewood that had just been piled outside the house.

From a distance, there were three people standing under a towering tree about 500 meters away from the educated youth's yard.

In winter, the leaves have all fallen off, leaving the trees bare and with nothing to hide.

Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li have been in Liujia Village for some time and are very familiar with the people there.

At this moment, they looked from afar, and based on the familiar figure outline and unique temperament characteristics, Wang Jinsong recognized almost instantly that the man standing with his back to them, cleverly using the tree trunk to almost completely cover his figure, was Liu Jun.

His figure seemed particularly abrupt in the cold night.

Standing opposite Liu Jun were two slightly thin educated youth, one male and one female. Their facial features, posture and demeanor were exactly the Xia Jun and Song Xiang that Zhou Tian had just mentioned to them.

Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li walked forward quietly for a while and hid behind the firewood pile outside the educated youth's yard.

The firewood pile exuded a faint fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with the unique cold breath of winter nights, lingering in their noses.

The two men pressed their bodies tightly against the firewood pile, trying to hide their figures as much as possible. Only their bright and sharp eyes carefully peeked out from the cracks in the firewood pile, vigilantly watching every move under the towering tree not far ahead.

They turned their heads slowly and gently, and their eyes met.

At this moment, extremely complex emotions and messages were revealed in the eyes of the two people.

There was first a look of sudden enlightenment in his eyes - all the doubts that had existed in his mind before were finally preliminarily confirmed at this moment, and the feeling of sudden enlightenment was clearly visible.

However, it is also accompanied by a deep solemnity.

Because they know very well that what they will face next will be extremely severe challenges.

It turned out that Zhou Tian was not lying.

As Zhou Tian suspected, Xia Jun and Song Xiang were secretly colluding with Liu Jun.

It is no wonder that Zhou Tian could hear their conversation. It must be the special terrain of Liujia Village and the appropriate wind direction at the time that inadvertently played the role of a "megaphone".

The two of them had just experienced what Zhou Tian described personally and no longer doubted Zhou Tian.

You know, in this vast winter wilderness, if the wind direction happens to be right, it is indeed possible to carry the sound of people talking to quite far away.

That voice was like an invisible thread, silently leading those evil plans to the ears of those who were interested.

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At this moment, everything was pitch black all around. The darkness was like a huge black curtain, tightly wrapping the entire world, making it almost hard to breathe.

However, in the darkness, there was a flash of excitement and passion in the eyes of Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li. That light was like the brightest star in the night sky, so dazzling that it could not be ignored.

This is not an appreciation of sin, but the instinctive excitement and accelerated heartbeat of a hunter when he discovers the traces of prey.

They knew very well that the three people in front of them were the prey they had been pursuing, and they were a cancer that threatened the peace of Liujia Village and even the entire region.

Wang Jinsong and Xiao Li were quietly hiding behind the firewood pile.

Wang Jinsong's posture is like a pine tree, but with a slightly bent waist, just like a powerful crossbow ready to be fired, and every muscle contains the power of restraint.

His right hand seemed to have its own consciousness as it quietly slid towards the pistol at his waist. The fingers that had been with the gun for years were slightly curled, and the knuckles turned pale due to the force, silently telling of his concentration and determination at the moment.

Fine beads of sweat slowly seeped out of his forehead, clinging stubbornly in the howling cold wind, as if imprisoned by his iron will.

On his stern and resolute face, there were flashes of cold light, like the morning dew on the tips of grass leaves at dawn, reflecting the surging yet suppressed tension and excitement deep in his heart.

His eyes were like deep pools, and his pupils, like cold stars, were fixed on the three people in front of him.

His gaze seemed to have substance, like a fine spider web, controlling every move of his prey. No slight movement could escape his eyes.

Xiao Li half-knelt beside him, his knees firmly pressed against the ground as if they were rooted, and every inch of his muscle showed his restraint and endurance.

His breathing was light, long and slow, just like the wisp of mist in the quiet valley in winter, carefully maintaining the balance to prevent it from being blown away by the cold wind, for fear that a trace of disordered breath would be like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the dangerous silence and exposing their secret whereabouts.

His hands were firmly supported on his knees, but he couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was not the shivering caused by the cold wind, but the outward manifestation of the passion and tension intertwined deep in his heart.

His eyes were like lively flames, moving quickly between Liu Jun, Xia Jun and Song Xiang.

Sometimes he narrowed his eyes, and a few fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, as if he was trying hard to catch the silky and faint sound of conversation in the wind.

Sometimes his brows were furrowed, forming a deep frown, as if he was trying to decipher the hidden meanings and conspiracies behind the enemy's words.

His forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't notice it at all.

Now, the biting cold wind had long been driven away to the sky by his ardent belief and could not disturb him at all.