The night at Jin Mountain was like a steamed bun clawed by a black hand, with flashes of light like the bruises on the bun, somewhat bright but not enough, resembling a matte finish.
The road at the foot of Jin Mountain had been renovated several times. Upon close inspection, remnants of the old road could still be seen, especially at a few spots where the road was straightened, looking like ideal places for an ambush.
Jiang Yuan had someone bring an electric bike over. He would ride for a while and then get off to take a look, occasionally instructing Wang Chuanxing to take notes.
Liu Jinghui rode another electric bike behind, yawning incessantly, forcing Cui Qishan beside him to keep glancing at him to prevent him from falling asleep.
At another major bend, Jiang Yuan parked and dismounted, shining a flashlight to see something resembling garments stuffed in the drainage ditch beside the road.
