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For several days in a row, the forest farm was calm and peaceful.

Lu Qingshan rides his bicycle to and from get off work every day as usual, nodding to everyone he meets, and doesn't say much.

He spent most of his time in the small office of the Transportation Planning Department, flipping through piles of old, dusty files.

Gao Jianjun has visited twice.

He was beginning to feel a sense of urgency.

……

night.

It was pitch black outside the window, with only the whistling of the mountain wind whistling through the treetops.

The wick of the kerosene lamp in the room was turned up very brightly, and the flame flickered steadily.

The kang (heated brick bed) was burning hot.

Lin Xiulan had already cleaned up the kang table and put the abacus and account books into a locked wooden box.

Lu Qingshan locked the door from the inside, pulled over a long bench, and sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"We can't let Director Gao know that we've already got our eyes on him."

"Didn't he like to hold me back on fuel approvals, thinking I was doing something pointless?"

"I'll let him continue to think that way."

Lu Qingshan stood up and walked to the wall.

Looking at the dark mountain outlines in the distance, those mountains were as familiar to him as the lines on the back of his hand, the mountains he had walked from childhood to adulthood.

That place was both a hunting ground and a battlefield.

In the corner of the yard, Green Tail in the doghouse seemed to sense something and let out a low whimper.

Lu Qingshan closed the window and turned around.

His eyes were calm yet sharp.

it's time.

Lu Qingshan pulled out a set of slightly worn dark blue work clothes from a wooden box in the corner. It was issued by the forest farm; it was durable and not conspicuous at night.

He quickly changed his clothes and picked up the hunting knife that he had been keeping under the kang mat.

The blade gleamed with a dim light under the yellowish lamp.

He inserted the knife into the leather scabbard on the outside of his right calf, tightened the strap, and made sure the handle was firmly against his trouser leg.

Throughout the entire process, he did not make a single unnecessary sound.

Lin Xiulan watched him quietly, without asking any questions or offering any advice.

She took out several steamed buns wrapped in cloth from the pot in the kitchen; they were still warm.

She carefully stuffed the cornbread into the inside pocket of Lu Qingshan's cotton-padded coat.

"The nights are long and the wind is strong in the mountains."

Her fingers inadvertently brushed against Lu Qingshan's firm chest, where the deadly ledger was tucked away.

"If you encounter someone you don't like, don't force it."

"Things are inanimate, people are alive."

Lu Qingshan grasped her hand; her palm was warm and slightly sweaty.

"I just went out for a walk and to see the mountain scenery at night."

Lin Xiulan didn't expose him.

She simply gripped his hand tightly in return, applying some force with her fingertips.

Come back soon.

"Um."

Lu Qingshan responded, released his grip, and turned to open the door.

A chilly night wind swept in, causing the kerosene lamp flame to flicker violently.

He walked to the middle of the yard, put two fingers in his mouth, and blew a sharp, short whistle.

The sound didn't travel far, but it was exceptionally clear.

From the doghouse in the corner, a dark figure darted out silently.

Qingwei ran to his feet, its tail pressed against his hind legs, and made a low whimper, rubbing its head against his trouser leg.

Lu Qingshan bent down and patted its head.

"Come on, let me show you around."

Bluetail followed closely behind, its limbs nimble and agile.

Instead of taking the main road in the village, they went straight into the woods behind the house.

This is a wild path worn out by hunters; it is narrow and rugged.

Lu Qingshan walked steadily, deliberately choosing to walk on the ridges covered with thick fallen leaves, his footsteps making only a dull thud.

Aoki followed quietly half a step behind him, neither barking nor running around, like a shadow gliding along the ground.

After walking for about half an hour, Lu Qingshan stopped.

The numbers in that ledger clearly came to mind.

Truck No. 3 has a fuel consumption 30% higher than other vehicles per 100 kilometers.

The repair records show that the gearbox gears that are easily worn out when driving long distances were replaced.

However, the dispatch slips only record short-distance transportation within the forest farm.

lie.

One lie after another wove together a huge web.

Gao Jianjun thought he had done everything perfectly, but he forgot that the path left by wheels doesn't lie.

The extra fuel consumption translates to extra distance traveled.

Based on the excessive fuel consumption and the occasional toll receipts for the route to the county town on the expense report, Lu Qingshan quickly located a place on the map of his memories from his previous life.

No. 6 lumber yard.

That was the most remote storage yard in the forest farm, located in the middle of several logging areas. It was usually only used to store some unusable miscellaneous timber and substandard materials.

The place is big enough and secluded enough.

Most importantly, there is an abandoned forest road there that can directly bypass the main road and lead to the western suburbs of the county.

It is an ideal location for smuggling and reselling.

Lu Qingshan determined the direction, then quickened his pace with Qingwei in tow.

After rushing through the darkness for more than three hours, the surrounding trees became increasingly tall and dense.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of pine mixed with the aroma of humus, which was invigorating.

Not far ahead, a clearing can be vaguely seen.

That's where the No. 6 lumber yard is.

Just then, Aoki, who had been following closely behind him, suddenly stopped.

It crouched down, the fur on its back bristling slightly, and let out a short, suppressed growl.

Lu Qingshan felt a chill and immediately squatted down, pressing one hand heavily on Qingwei's head.

Aoki immediately quieted down, only making uneasy "whooshing" sounds from its nose.

The man and his dog instantly blended into the surrounding darkness.

Lu Qingshan lay down behind a sheltered patch of snow, where the terrain was slightly higher and he could see the entrance to the lumberyard.

He squinted and observed carefully.

At the entrance to the lumberyard, the guard post, built of large logs, was pitch black, without a single light.

This is not normal.

According to the forest farm's regulations, such important material storage points must be manned 24 hours a day.

What made his heart sink even more was that the huge iron gate, welded together with rails, was half-open.

The door lock was empty, and a thick iron chain dangled on the ground.

This is not negligence at all; it's deliberate leniency.

A biting north wind blew from the direction of the open space.

The wind carried a strong, pungent smell.

It's diesel fuel.

Moreover, the poor-quality diesel fuel produced a lingering exhaust odor after combustion.

Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat.

There are trucks.

And it was a heavy-duty truck.

He patted Qingwei's neck and gestured for him to move forward.

The man and his dog crouched low, not going through the open gate, but instead slid silently along the fence at the edge of the area, like two raccoons.

In the lumberyard, logs were piled up like small mountains.

The timber was piled up haphazardly, forming a vast, interwoven labyrinth of shadows in the darkness.