The five of them had been driving along Provincial Highway 418. They only had to travel about another hundred kilometers to reach Wutong Road at the entrance to Guangyuan Mountain. Once they got onto Wutong Road and turned into the mountains, they'd soon see the entrance to the resort.
I'd looked up this route before, so I remembered it clearly.
But I'd never actually traveled this road, and I had no idea what to expect along the way.
For now, traffic was moving normally. The road was like any other provincial highway, national highway, or expressway: in decent condition, with few cars and a steady flow of traffic. The navigation system estimated a little over an hour of driving. At this rate, they'd definitely arrive in just over an hour.
I glanced at the time displayed on the navigation system and suddenly froze.
May 7, 2021.
2021 was exactly the year Shanshan had gone missing.
Had Shanshan been murdered during this trip, then dumped at the abandoned reform-through-labor farm?
But how was that possible?
I turned around and counted the people in the car.
Five.
I vaguely remembered that six people had traveled together when Shanshan went missing. It was certain Wu Qiren hadn't been there. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to search for Shanshan. So who was the sixth person? Or had I remembered wrong? Had the person who broke the story gotten it wrong?
I couldn't help feeling confused.
Shanshan suddenly asked, "Where are we picking him up?"
I whipped around to look at her.
The SUV had seven seats. Liu Liangwang was driving, and Blackie sat in the passenger seat. Shanshan and Mo Xiaoling were in the back row. A fortune-teller occupied one of the two middle seats, while the other was empty except for a backpack.