On the helicopter, Leng Zimo gripped the handrail with one hand while he leaned halfway out of the cabin, carefully surveying the road below.
After leaving the primary school, he had imdiately followed the mountain path, searching for Luo Xiaoqian and the others.
The helicopter pilot used the locator to find him, and the two of them had been searching by helicopter ever since.
By now, the rain had subsided sowhat.
"Look ahead!"
Lit by the helicopter’s beam, Leng Zimo clearly saw traces on the mountain beside the road that had been visibly struck by a mudslide.
The light flickered across, and beneath the roadside mud and rocks, there was a clear reflection.
Shifting his flashlight, Leng Zimo saw, with the help of its light, a license plate half-covered by mud and stone, and next to it, the edge of a tire — it was a minivan buried by the mudslide.
Chuan V09...
He couldn’t see the numbers on the back of the plate clearly, but the front matched exactly with the license plate Xiao Zhou had told him about.
"Land!"
Leng Zimo shouted urgently.
The helicopter descended slowly, and before it ca to a complete stop, Leng Zimo had already jumped down from the aircraft, dashing towards the minivan.
Rushing to the vicinity of the license plate, Leng Zimo casually tossed the flashlight aside and imdiately began to frantically scrape away the mud blocking the plate with both hands.
Once the muck was gone, the latter half of the license plate was quickly exposed.
Chuan V09472!
Seeing the license plate number, a chill ran through Leng Zimo.
This was the license plate Xiao Zhou had told him about — it was Luo Xiaoqian’s car.
"Xiao Qian..." Leng Zimo collapsed weakly into the mud, then suddenly sprang up, urgently wrapping his arms around a nearby boulder, "Xiao Qian, don’t be afraid, I’m here, I will rescue you..."
"Mr. Leng!" The pilot, adjusting the lights, ca rushing over with a digging spade.
Leng Zimo didn’t hear a word he said; he was desperately digging through stones, branches, and mud with his fingers.
His fingers were punctured by broken rocks, and the sharp spines of trees penetrated him, but he was utterly oblivious.
"Xiao Qian, hold on, I’m telling you, you’re mine, without my permission, you must live well, you’re not allowed to die..."
Listening to his words, the pilot beside him was shocked and imdiately went to the other side of the car, digging frantically.
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On the mountain road.
Luo Xiaoqian lifted her face and caught the lights of a bend in the road ahead; she paused, then released her umbrella and ran into the rain.
She sprinted around the bend and through the misty rain, quickening her pace as she spotted the figures on the muddy slope in the distance.
Through the layers of rain, she saw a man.
He was half-kneeling on the muddy ground, moving a stone from the earth with his hands.
He was wearing a raincoat, his hat long since pushed back on his body, and his short, damp hair was slicked to his face by the rain.
The beam of light from the distant helicopter shone on his profile, his face sared with mud but still remarkably handso. That face, she recognized it instantly — it was Leng Zimo.
"Zimo, Zimo..."
She called out his na joyfully, running towards him.
Leng Zimo struggled to push the large stone away, scooping up a lump of mud with his hands, when he suddenly caught the sound of soone calling his na and he hesitated.
"Zimo!"
This ti, the voice beca even clearer.
He turned his head towards the direction of the sound.
In the light, through the rain, a figure was rushing towards him.
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