Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

When the villagers saw the police coming and walking towards the mountain, they looked at each other and felt that something had happened.

After the village chief heard the news, he followed without caring about anything else.

He shouted, "Comrade police, what are you doing here? There's nothing on this mountain. Do you need me to lead the way? I'm the village chief."

"No need, old man, you should go back and rest. The mountain road is difficult to walk on, and it would be bad if you bump into anything. You can just wait at the foot of the mountain. As for what you are looking for, we will know it after we find it."

The village chief saw this and shouted, his eyes threatening: "Fumei, take them up the mountain and take good care of them. Don't do anything rash, okay?"

If this damn girl says something she shouldn't, don't blame him for being rude. Don't even think about coming back.

Li Fumei simply ignored it and said, "Let's go up the mountain. It's getting late and that place is still a bit far."

A group of more than ten people walked up the mountain. After walking for more than an hour, they sat on the rocks to rest. Li Fumei looked around and waited quietly. Sure enough, a shadow came towards her.

"Little sister, why are you lost in the mountains?"

Looking at the man wearing a tattered blue military uniform with blood stains on his clothes and carrying a deformed rifle on his shoulder, who was smiling at her, Li Fumei felt a lump in her throat and shook her head.

"No, I'm not the one who's lost, you're the one who's lost. We're here to take you home. Uncle knows where the other uncles are, the ones wearing the same clothes as you."

"I...are we lost? No, we are here to ambush the devils, how could we get lost? The little girl is from the village at the foot of the mountain, right? Go home early, it's dangerous here."

Li Fumei whispered, "Uncle, the Japanese have surrendered, the war has been won, you can go home and take a look."

Wang Dahu looked bewildered when he heard this. "There's no need to fight anymore. When did this happen? Why didn't we receive any news of evacuation? Oh, where's the battalion commander? I need to go find him and ask him."

The conversation here fell into the eyes of others. Many people looked over with strange expressions, a little confused: "Who were you talking to just now? There is no one else here."

Li Fumei took out a stack of talisman paper, patted them one by one, and whispered, "Okay, now you can see it too, but don't shout or you'll scare them."

"Let's go, let's follow that uncle."

...Uncle? What uncle? Where on earth did this uncle come from?

My eyes flickered, and when I looked again, I saw a translucent figure moving back and forth in the woods, which looked very unscientific.

Li Wenhao shouted, "Let's go, don't be too surprised. We are here to bring the remains of the martyrs home so that they can rest in peace as soon as possible."

The police looked at each other and said, "I understand. But there's no record of the Red Army on Camel Mountain. Could it be that they were separated from the main force? Otherwise, why don't we know about it?"

"Yes, I grew up in the mountains, and I never heard the older generation mention the existence of the Red Army in the mountains."

"I'm not sure. We need to find the body and see what's going on."

Everyone was scared when they saw the shadow at first, but when they thought it was a Red Army martyr, they were not so scared anymore and quickly followed.

The shadowy figure searched aimlessly for an unknown amount of time before turning around and saying bewilderedly, "Little girl, I can't find the battalion commander and the others. Do you know where they are?"

Li Fumei shook her head: "I don't know either. How do we find them? How do you usually do it when you gather together?"

"Blow the horn. When we hear the horn, as long as we have breath left, we will crawl over and assemble. But I don't remember who holds the horn."

The shadow hit his head, but still couldn't remember.

Li Fumei thought for a moment and looked at the people behind her: "You know the sound of the horn during war? Is there a way to amplify it with a loudspeaker? It's faster than finding it ourselves."

“Yes, I have this on my phone.”