The journey of terror (2)

After entering the room, Jitangtang conveniently turned on the TV, turned around with the remote control, and finally transferred the channel to the music station.

When the phone rang, Ji thought it was music on TV, so he was too lazy to move. It was not until he found the music playing endlessly that he got up and put his hand into his pocket.

The mobile phone has a caller ID with four Chinese characters flashing: Ling Xiaowan's home.

JiTangTang press the answer key at the same time go to the front of the TV, stiffly press the power switch.

A timid voice came from the other end of the phone: "Miss Ji?"

"Well, it's Aunt Ling." A haggard middle-aged woman's face appeared in front of Ji. "I have arrived in Lanzhou and will go to Xiahe early tomorrow morning."

"Then ... Miss Ji, please."

"You're welcome."

I don't know what to say. Ji helped her make a decision: "Hang up if it's okay. I'll contact you later."

Put the phone down, JiTangTang temporarily didn't have the mood to rest, she opened her backpack, took out her netbook from the inner compartment mezzanine, opened the external network cable, and entered a line of website address in the address bar.

The internet speed of the hotel is a bit slow. Ji leans back in his chair with his arms crossed and looks thoughtfully at the webpage inch by inch.

This is a post of Ling Xiaowan's university classmates, calling on netizens to help find Ling Xiaowan. According to the data, Ling Xiaowan, 19 years old, a junior at North Agriculture and Forestry University, and a senior member of Lv You Pioneer Society, traveled to Gannan alone last month and disappeared.

A photo of Ling Xiaowan is given in the post. She is a very handsome girl, with two braids, a Korean candy-colored beaded flower tied to her braids, and her mouth slightly upturned, which makes her smile particularly sweet.

JiTangTang heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out two fingers and tapped Ling Xiaowan's face on the screen. He couldn't help saying to himself, "Where are you?"

Ling Xiaowan couldn't answer, of course. A pair of big clear eyes looked at Ji Tangtang, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

From Ling Xiaowan's home, I got the exact news after the investigation by Lanzhou police: Ling Xiaowan took a bus from Lanzhou to Xiahe that day, got off midway and chartered with friends to go to Gannai Town, Luqu Township, and stayed in a youth hotel in Gannai Town.

Gannai Town is a Tibetan inhabited area with a population of only 100 households. At first, it was just an ordinary town. Later, a foreign donkey friend came here with a backpack and marveled at the surrounding scenery. After coming back, he wrote a travel note and posted it on an internationally renowned travel forum. Since then, Gan Nai has become famous-of course, this reputation is limited to foreign donkey friends and some domestic donkey friends who like adventure travel. For most tourists,

Less than 20 minutes west of Ganai Town is the deep Gassamo Canyon. Under normal circumstances, travelers will choose to walk in the canyon for an hour or two and then look back. In addition to exploring canyons, they can also charter a car to the grassland wetland or highland Haizi 30 kilometers away to see the scenery of Tibetan areas.

Ling Xiaowan disappeared while exploring the canyon. A group of six people walked and rested. Gannai town is more than 3000 meters above sea level. Ling Xiaowan had a slight altitude sickness and rested more than others. Everyone thought she was behind, and she didn't worry if she disappeared. She waited at the mouth of the canyon, left and right, and then panicked. She went in to look for it once and never found it again.

Gassamo canyon ...

JiTangTang murmured these words in a low voice, suddenly remind of something. He opened the search bar, first entered the words "Gassamo Canyon", left a blank, and lost the word "missing".

Don't say, really jump out of a lot of things.

Ji Tangtang glanced at it in a hurry, but there was not much substantive content, but a blog caught her attention.

"We went to Gassamo Canyon early in the morning and brought a lot of dry food. Before going out, Kun, the owner of the store next door, threatened us: Be sure to come back early. If we lose it in it, we will never get it back! Haha, when we were three years old? "

Ji Tangtang opened the blogger's homepage, and the last update was in 2006 a few years ago. I can see that it is a blog that has been abandoned for a long time, with only a few logs. Except for this travel note, the rest are personal emotional troubles.

Ji Tangtang took out his pad and pen in his pocket and wrote a few words on the first page: Gassamo Canyon, Akun.

After a pause, I drew a horizontal line under the name of "Kun" with my pen, drew an arrow and marked four words: hotel owner.

The hotel owner put a question mark in the back.