"Did head-swapping really exist in this world?"
As a professional responsible for Special Pollution Cleanup, Lu Xin would not let any suspected Pollution Source slip by.
So he quickly started the car and followed behind the truck, putt-puttering along.
One after another, they followed a small path buried beneath weeds in the wilderness toward the main road.
It was easy to see that the paths between these villages were crisscrossed and complicated. With the wild grass growing thickly over them, they were difficult to distinguish.
Even under normal circumstances, one could easily take a wrong turn without paying attention.
That Pollution Source had probably only exerted a slight influence on the people nearby, twisting their ability to tell directions apart.
They would become confused only at each intersection, but that alone had turned this entire area into an inescapable maze.
"Is that head-swapping business in their convoy real?"
"If the pollution were serious, the convoy should have been wiped out by now..."
"If it were simple pollution, ordinary people would have a hard time noticing it..."
"..."
Riding his motorcycle, Lu Xin silently pondered.
A moment ago, Uncle Zhou had already given him a brief explanation of the situation.
They were a convoy from Hongling City, specializing in transporting goods between the various High Wall Cities across the wilderness.
The two men were veteran drivers in the convoy. The middle-aged man was named Zhou Dachang, while the younger man was his nephew, Zhou Xiaomao.
Old Zhou had been traveling with the convoy for seven or eight years, while Little Zhou had been doing it for more than a year.
For merchants like them, accepting commissions and transporting goods was their main business. But sometimes, they also picked up some extra work. Like the two of them, they had taken advantage