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Chapter 817

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Zhao Hongwen was not a fool. Although he had been in contact with civilized society since he was a child, his family had a military and political background. He knew that some people in the past had to be dealt with by an entire army.

Roddy would not be so exaggerated, but his behavior had shown signs that he was beyond the scope of a "normal person" … At this point, should he continue?

As soon as this thought came into his mind, a ball of evil fire rose in his heart. This guy humiliated him and prevented him from getting in touch with Kardashian. He was just a guy with good archery skills. No matter how much trouble he caused, he could not make a name for himself in the capital. Why should he be afraid of him?!

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Did he shoot an arrow and hurt someone yesterday? Those people didn't call the police? "

"Their identities were sensitive, so no one dared to call the police. I searched them and found that all three of them had committed crimes before. If they called the police, they would not be able to explain to their boss."

"You call the police for them. I will take responsibility. Which police station in Changping? I will let them know. Those two people must be caught. Don't worry, I will pay for the investigation on a monthly basis. I will give you an extra 50,000 yuan for your hard work. "

If the police were to file a case and investigate, there would be nothing for private detectives to do. After all, the resources available to the state were not comparable to ordinary detectives. These guys had no problem with eavesdropping, tracking, and arresting mistresses. Naturally, they would not be willing to chase vicious fugitives. Zhao Hongwen's words satisfied the other party. After a few polite words, he hung up the phone and immediately began to contact the few "close friends" who had connections in Changping.

Because he was not in the system, Zhao Hongwen did not have the ability to order the director or bureau chief to investigate a case with just a phone call. It was true that his family was powerful, but he did not have the real power in his hands. Therefore, to implement these things, he had to personally arrange a meal to discuss it. There was no shortage of people in this world who flattered others, but only those who were willing to do something in return. Zhao Hongwen estimated that if he wanted to file a case and arrest the two people, he would have to promise some conditions or give some money.

But for the fairy-like Kardashian, what was this little bit of hard work?

Zhao Hongwen felt a voice in his mind constantly repeating something. He could not understand it, but the desire and possessiveness in his heart spread and became more and more uncontrollable …

*****

That night, Roddy and Kardashian both slept soundly.

Since Roddy was confident in his "anti-tracking" ability, he didn't think of doing night duty. In the morning they were awakened by the twittering of birds. Looking at the sky, it should be past seven o 'clock. Kardashian always woke up at five o' clock.

She didn't know why, but she felt that she had slept soundly, and the pain from the fight had mostly disappeared.

The space in the tent was too small. When the two of them sat up, they were almost pressed against each other. However, since they slept together, they didn't take the contact as seriously as before. Roddy checked the bandage on her left arm and carefully changed the dressing. After that, he put on his clothes and got up to make breakfast.

Kardashian didn't say much. After the night, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding. Many things didn't need to be communicated with words anymore. When Roddy got water, she put the kettle on the stove. When Roddy packed up his sleeping bag, she opened the storage bag — "When men and women work together, work is not tiring." This saying didn't apply to them before, but now it became a true portrayal.

Compressed biscuits, hot water, and ham sausages. The simple breakfast had a lot of calories. Looking at the vast mountain scenery, the two of them felt much better than yesterday when they were being followed. At eight o 'clock, Roddy put the tent back into the box. The two of them rode on the motorbike. Kardashian hugged Roddy more naturally than yesterday — she spoke less, but there was more inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

Continuing along the mountain road to the north, Roddy rode for three or four hours before leaving the mountain area. A large number of giant windmills and generators began to appear in their field of vision. After knowing that these things could use the wind to generate energy, Kardashian stared at them for a long time.

The height of this giant generator was amazing, with a fan blade more than 30 meters long. For Kardashian, this kind of "man-made object" was even more amazing than a simple high-rise building — after all, a house was built one brick at a time. How was such a large metal fan made? What's more, there were at least hundreds of the same generators on the grassland.

It had only been a few days since she came to this world, but her understanding had been refreshed several times. Such an impact not only brought her amazement, but also changed her understanding of "magic" itself …

It was just that she didn't know such a change herself.

Roddy made up his mind not to walk on paved roads, not even the provincial or county roads. He would detour around villages. Fortunately, it was all grassland terrain, so the "non-dual" motorbike could drive over without any pressure. However, on such roads, the car couldn't go fast, so Roddy could only drive slowly within 50 kilometers per hour. After driving like this for a day, the two of them spent another night on the grassland in the wild.

On the third day, the motorbike drove into the northwest where the temperature was lower. In addition to the tawny mountains, they could occasionally see the desert and the Gobi Desert. Finally, Roddy drove the motorbike to the back of a hillside. After confirming that there were no surveillance cameras on the surrounding roads, he asked Kardashian to get off and wait. He took off his helmet, changed into casual clothes, and walked to the nearest small village with his tent.

This village was located in the northwest of the Mongolian Autonomous Region. It was not too far away, and the population was mainly Mongolian. The infrastructure here was perfect, and it had water and electricity. The families didn't look poor, and it could even be said that half of them could afford to drive a car. Roddy first confirmed the location of the police station, and then went to the farthest place to ask the uncles and aunties who were sitting in front of the door smoking and chatting — "Where can we rent a house for a few days?"

This was the Inner Mongolia region, and the people here were indeed simple and honest. Roddy claimed to be a "backpacker" from the capital. Because of his injury, he wanted to stay here for a few days to rest, and the cost was negotiable.

The uncles and aunties were enthusiastic to help. Because the younger generation of the village had gone to work in the city, there were really many empty houses. When Roddy asked, they immediately said, "It's free, you can stay anywhere you want. If you want to eat anything, just tell me." Regardless of whether it was polite or not, this kind of enthusiasm could not be felt in the capital.

Naturally, Roddy couldn't live for free. After discussing with an old man nearby, he paid a deposit of 500 yuan — this was the result of Roddy wanting to pay 1,000 yuan, but the old man forced half of it back. After entering this ugly little yard, Roddy found that today's countryside was already different from the one thirty or forty years ago in the movies. In addition to tending to some of his own vegetables and feeding his own chickens, there was water, electricity, Internet, and heating. The room arranged for Roddy also had a computer. There was nothing lacking.

The life of the landlord, Mr. Zhang, and his wife were very simple: playing mahjong, square dancing, listening to the news broadcast every day after the weather forecast, they just strolled around and went to bed.

This was exactly what Roddy wanted.

The house that was vacated for Rody was originally prepared by Uncle Zhang for his son. However, his son had already started a family in the city seven years ago and would only come back twice a year. Instead of renting it to Rody, it was better to say that they wanted a young man to be more energetic in the courtyard. Even if it was just accompanying him, it would be good.

Roddy chatted with him warmly for a while, and then went out of the village to buy some daily necessities. In fact, he went out of the village, came to the place where the motorcycle was parked, and told the plan to Kardashian — because her appearance was too unique, Roddy didn't let anyone know the existence of Kardashian along the way. So whether it was to refuel or go to the supermarket to buy some supplies, Roddy was alone with a scarf. Now even if he rented a house, he didn't mention the existence of Kardashian. He just told her to go into the village after dark and climb over the wall to rest.

Since he had decided to go against the rules of this world, Roddy naturally had to make sure that he didn't leave any loopholes. Kardashian also understood this, so after the two agreed on a time, Roddy returned to the village. Even if he rented a house as a "backpacker", he tried his best to avoid people's sight. After returning, he had dinner with the enthusiastic uncle and aunt. He didn't expect that the two old people would specially stew mutton for him, and he was really touched. After all, no one had cooked for him for so many years.

After dinner, Roddy took the initiative to help clean up. It was late in Inner Mongolia. After eight o 'clock, it was completely dark, and the village fell into silence. At this time, the temperature was still below zero, so the old couple went back to their house early to rest, while Roddy waited behind the wall in the dark. Before long, the agile Kardashian jumped over the wall. She was so agile and light that the dog next door didn't notice her. Roddy habitually caught her with both hands. In order to lead the way in the dark, he had to gently pinch Kardashian's wrist and lead her all the way back to his room.

Kardashian's face was covered by a scarf, so her expression couldn't be seen clearly. But after entering the room, Roddy saw that her eyes were shining, and she was obviously in a good mood.

He glanced around. The furnishings in the room were simple, with two chairs, a desk, a computer desk, and a double bed next to it. When Roddy was about to explain, Kardashian waved her hand, "It's already like this. It's easy to cause trouble if we change it. It's not like we haven't slept in a crowded room these days. Just make do with it."

She had an "indifferent" look on her face, which made Roddy swallow his words. There was no sofa in the room. A few days ago, Roddy might really consider sleeping on the floor on a mat. But as Kardashian said, they had slept in a crowded room in the tent. Now that it was urgent, they had to sleep on the same bed … It didn't seem to be unreasonable.

After all, the most important thing now was to solve the main problem: how to leave the "prison of time and space."

"I plan to order two machines that can log into 'Earthbreaker', and then get two accounts. It should be here before the day after tomorrow. Hopefully, we can find the answer in the game … "Roddy said as he made her a cup of tea. Then, he sat down on the white wooden chair tiredly and sighed," The more worrying thing now is, what should we do after logging in? "

"You're used to the game world, so you probably won't be able to find any clues. But as a 'native', I might be able to find some clues."

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