Seeing Lu Xin taking notes seriously, Old Zhou and Little Zhou looked at each other quietly, not daring to disturb or peek.
They have confidence in Lu Xin not only because they have personally experienced his process of "curing ghosts", but most importantly because of Lu Xin's unique temperament. Look at this person. After agreeing to this matter, he kept looking at the front of the car, writing and drawing in the mysterious notebook. It looked mysterious and professional. At first glance, he was completely different from ordinary people like me...
Of course there is another important reason.
Last night, the driver actually let him go and didn't choose anyone else all night long. This was something beyond their expectations. Now they are also wondering whether tonight, the front of the car can still rest honestly like yesterday.
If it can really go on like this, wouldn't that mean it's cured?
"Gududu..."
The aroma in the pot is getting stronger and stronger, and it's almost done.
Lu Xin also put down the notes in his hand, and then carefully put his gold-wrapped pen back into the bag.
Little Zhou on the side looked at him with envy. "Little Lu Brother is really particular about people, the pens they use are so beautiful..."
"Old Zhou, Old Wang, Old Sun, Old Li... If the car is more than five years old, go to the front of the car to gather..."
Before the three of them had time to serve their meals, they suddenly heard someone blowing a whistle and shouting.
Old Zhou, who had just picked up the bowl, suddenly turned pale. "This time... how do you want to torment people this time?"
"What are you thinking about?"
The whistleblower glared at him. "This time I'm calling you people over to discuss things!"
"Discuss something?"
Old Zhou was stunned for a moment before reacting. "Okay, let's go!"
Lu Xin also thought for a moment and planned to follow, but the person in charge of calling someone immediately looked over to him and said, "Brother, you follow our convoy, no one will say anything to you, but when we are discussing things, it is not convenient for you to follow."
Lu Xin thought for a while and thought what he said made sense, so he nodded. "Okay."
"Little Lu Brother, can I serve you a bowl first?"
Little Zhou persuaded diligently, but he himself had no intention of using the chopsticks first.
Lu Xin shook his head and said, "Let's wait until your uncle comes back!"
Although the uncle and nephew agreed to provide their own meals, it was polite to wait for someone to come over and have a meal with them.
Fortunately, it didn't take long to wait. Old Zhou and several other veteran drivers who were called over slipped back together. It can be clearly seen that Old Zhou's brows are furrowed, with a tangled look on his face. I didn't rush to eat. I took out the map as soon as I sat down.
"What's wrong, uncle?"
Little Zhou asked with concern and glanced at Old Zhou's belt.
"What are you looking at? It's okay."
"Am I the kind of person who feels sorry for your aunt?"
Old Zhou glared at his nephew and said, "The driver of the car called us over to talk about the itinerary. Take a look..."
He pulled the map over and said, "The explorer just ran a little longer. When I came back, I said that the bridge on Red Dao Ridge was swallowed up by a mudslide some time ago, and most of it collapsed. We can't walk on this road, and we must temporarily change the route to go around it."
"Detour?"
Little Zhou was suddenly a little nervous.
Although drivers like them who run in the wilderness often take detours, they are also afraid of taking detours.
Detours often represent unplanned troubles.
"Yes."
Old Zhou frowned, sighed, and said, "We found it early and haven't entered that section of road yet, so changing the route is not a big problem. But if we go around this way, if we go to the west road and want to go to Central City, we have to make a big circle. Our schedule is originally very generous. We will deliver the goods in five days and we can just play along the way. But after such a detour, it is not necessarily the case."
"I don't think we can arrive within five days."
"..."
Little Zhou suddenly became a little nervous. "What should we do?"
For the fleet, whether it can deliver goods on time is a big problem.
Sometimes, if your trip is delayed, don't skip this trip.
If you encounter some harsh companies, they will directly refuse your goods, and you will have to pay a lot of money inside and outside.
"The driver is also considering it."
Old Zhou said, pointing to an area on the map that was blackened with a pencil, and said, "If that doesn't work, you have to go through White Tower Town, and then go directly to the back of Red Dao Ridge. Once you get there, there are many roads, so you can get there in time no matter what."
"White Tower Town?"
Little Zhou turned pale after hearing this and said, "That is an abandoned city. Isn't it said to be haunted?"
"Tsk..."
Old Zhou sipped the Yahuazi and said, "What abandoned city doesn't have rumors of being haunted?"
I originally wanted to reprimand my nephew, but thinking about the collision between the uncle and nephew yesterday, I actually felt a little unsure. I lowered my voice and said, "We have also discussed these things, but the driver has already decided. She will go to this town with the explorer early tomorrow morning. Our large force will wait in place to make sure that there is no problem in that town, and then notify us."
"Want to explore the way?"
Little Zhou became more energetic after hearing this and said, "Who is going? I want to sign up too."
Old Zhou glared at him. "Are you not afraid of the front of the car anymore?"
Little Zhou said, "I'm afraid of her at night, but not during the day..."
He said thoughtfully, "You need a motorcycle to explore the road, but I don't have one..."
Suddenly he looked at Lu Xin: "Little Lu Brother, can I borrow your motorcycle and drive around?"
Lu Xin just took a bowl of vegetables from the pot, and his face turned red when he heard this.
He picked up the chopsticks silently and did not answer his words.
How can you borrow a motorcycle casually...
Fortunately, at this time, Old Zhou had already slapped his nephew and went to serve the food. He scolded, "Do you want to explore the road or take the opportunity to drive a motorcycle? Don't worry about it as soon as possible. Sister Gao is going to do business. You have no experience. You won't be able to cause trouble if you keep up..."
"Okay then..."
Little Zhou shouted, giving his uncle a spoonful less food.
At night, everyone was leaning next to the vehicle, warming themselves by the fire and chatting.
Not far away, there were people singing opera with their throats high. "Waiting for the moment when my beloved returns..."
"I'll warm your bed..."
Lu Xin sorted out the notes he took that day and considered whether to call Han Bing again. However, this day's observation did not seem to yield much results. Compared with what I experienced last night and what my sister secretly saw later, throughout the day, the driver named Gao Ting behaved extremely normal and could not find anything wrong.
But it is precisely because of this normality that it is in sharp contrast to her strangeness last night, making it even more weird.
Let's see if she gets sick again at night...
Lu Xin thought to herself that maybe at that time, her behavior might be different from usual...
Suddenly, Lu Xin realized a serious problem:
"My sister is responsible for night observation, so if she sees something she shouldn't..."
I suddenly became anxious, my sister is just a child!
When he was about to call his sister back, he suddenly heard a whistle sounding in the distance.
Lu Xin was shocked, and the other veteran drivers were also surprised and turned their heads hurriedly to look over.
But unexpectedly, after the whistle sounded, it was Old Chen who came out to explore the road.
Cursing: "Stop fucking thinking about it, go to bed early, the car will explore the road tomorrow."
Although his scolding was unpleasant, all the experienced drivers knew that this was a hint to everyone that the front of the car would not pick anyone today?
How could it be? Suddenly transitioned?
Many people thought of Lu Xin yesterday and subconsciously looked at the old nephew Uncle Zhou's tent.
Even Old Zhou and Little Zhou looked weird. Little Zhou subconsciously said, "Brother Lu, have you already cured the front of the car?"
Lu Xin himself doesn't understand it, is this already good?
Obviously I haven't done anything yet...
But he didn't want Old Zhou and Little Zhou to see his doubts, so he just nodded silently, and then added:
"Continue to observe!"
Old Zhou and Little Zhou immediately looked at him with unclear admiration.
Lu Xin feels slightly proud, and at the same time is thinking: If she really gets better, does that count as her own credit?
Is this semi-truckload of goods in Sohuang already stable?
Of course, everyone didn't sleep well that night because they were used to the fear of being dominated by the habit of driving.
Many experienced drivers said that instead of spending the night in such fear, it would be better to pick someone up early as before to feel at ease. I have to admit that sometimes, I fall asleep listening to the evil smile of the driver and the panicked shouts of the young people...
It's also a kind of enjoyment!
There was nothing to do all morning, so Old Zhou and Little Zhou ate breakfast in a hurry and wiped their faces.
The two swarthy uncles and nephews both looked much fairer.
It was not until noon that I saw a motorcycle coming back from a distance, waving a green flag in its hand.
Several experienced drivers who had been waiting at the intersection for a long time immediately came forward to greet him.
After a while, a whistle came out, and the messenger was riding a motorcycle and shouted loudly:
"Ready to go!"
"The driver of the car has already driven people back and forth through the town. There is no problem and we can pass."
"..."
The impatient old drivers who had been waiting for a long time immediately got on the bus and drove out one by one.
Lu Xin was sitting in the co-pilot, watching the large trucks in front of him driving onto the road one after another, swaying on the already bumpy road. The car he was sitting on, Old Zhou, was at the back of the entire convoy, and the number was car No. 19.
The road ahead went as planned, but when we arrived at an intersection ten miles away, there was a motorcycle waiting here.
The people in the car kept waving the green flags in their hands, pointing to another path of anger.
Consider comparing Zhou Quan, because I am worried that some fool will go astray.
The road is a little narrower than the main road, but there is no problem in driving these large trucks.
Even because there are fewer cars on the road, the road condition of this angry road is better than that of the main road.
After driving into this angry road, you can see that this road is crooked and extends all the way into a city four or five miles away.
That city should be White Tower Town as Old Zhou and others call it.