The journey of terror (2)

after entering the room, Ji Tangtang conveniently turned on the TV, changed the remote control for a while, and finally set the channel on the music station.

When the cell phone rang, Ji Tangtang thought it was music on TV, and he was lazy and didn't want to move. Until he found that the music was ringing endlessly, he got up and reached into his pocket.

The mobile phone has caller ID, and four Chinese characters are flickering: Ling Xiaowan's home.

Ji Tangtang pressed the answer key and walked to the TV at the same time, stiffly pressing the power switch.

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

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

"Then ... please miss Ji."

"You're welcome."

The other end didn't know what to say, and Ji Tangtang helped her make a decision: "It's okay to hang up, I'll contact you later."

After putting down the phone, Ji Tangtang was in no mood for a while. She opened her backpack, took out her netbook from the interlayer of the internal capsule, turned on the plug-in network cable, and entered a line of website address in the address bar.

The internet speed of the hotel is a bit slow. Ji Tangtang leans back in his chair with his arms folded, thoughtfully reading the webpage inch by inch.

This is a post of Ling Xiaowan's college classmates calling on netizens to help find Ling Xiaowan. According to the information, Ling Xiaowan, a 19-year-old junior of Northern Agriculture and Forestry University and a senior member of the school's Lvyou Pioneer Society, traveled to Gannan alone last month and disappeared.

The post shows a photo of Ling Xiaowan, a very handsome girl with two braided hair and Korean candy-colored beaded flowers tied to her pigtails, with her mouth slightly upturned and a particularly sweet smile.

Ji Tangtang heaved a sigh, 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 her eyes.

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

Ganai Town is a Tibetan and inhabited area, with a population of only 1 households. Originally, it was just an ordinary town. Later, a foreign donkey friend backpacked here and was amazed at the surrounding scenery. After returning home, he wrote a travel note and posted it on an internationally renowned travel forum. Ganai became famous from then on-of course, this reputation was limited to foreign donkey friends and some domestic donkeys who like adventure travel.

Less than 2 minutes to the west of Ganai Town is the deep Gassamo Canyon. Under normal circumstances, travelers will choose to hike in the canyon for an hour or two and then turn back. In addition to exploring the canyon, they can also charter a car to the grassland wetland or the plateau Haizi 3 kilometers away to see the scenery of Tibetan areas.

Ling Xiaowan disappeared while exploring the canyon. A group of six people walked and rested. The town of Ganai was more than 3, meters above sea level. Ling Xiaowan had a slight altitude sickness and rested more than others. People with her thought that she was behind, so they didn't worry if she disappeared. They just waited at the mouth of the canyon and couldn't wait left and right. Only then did they panic and went in to look for it once.

Gassamo Canyon ...

Ji Tangtang murmured these words in a low voice, and suddenly remembered something. He opened the search bar, entered the words "Gassamo Canyon" first, and left one blank, then lost the word "missing".

Needless to say, a lot of items really popped up.

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

"We went to Gassamo Gorge early in the morning and brought a lot of dry food. Before going out, the owner of the store next door, Kun, threatened us to come back early, but if we lost it in it, we would never get it back! Haha, when we are three years old? "

Ji Tangtang clicked on the blogger's homepage, and the last update was in 26, several years ago. It can be seen that this blog has been abandoned for a long time, and there are only a few logs. Except this travel note mentions the Samo Gorge, others are personal emotional troubles.

Ji Tangtang took out the 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 a pen, drew an arrow and marked four words: hotel owner.

The hotel owner put a question mark behind him.