Uncle San found a suitable place to rest at the Gas Station, seven or eight kilometers away from him, where many zombies were roaring in place.
On the road not far away, there were also many zombie corpses on the ground.
Behind the zombies, four or five kilometers away, there was a small town, and a car was parked in a small yard under a residential building.
There was no movement inside the car, and the car windows, only one car window, had a gap of less than one centimeter.
And more than 70 kilometers further from this place, there was a vast base, where many lights illuminated the night sky.
At the entrance of this vast base, there were six armed personnel, guarding the entrance.
And behind these personnel, not far away, a Patrol Team was constantly patrolling.
Some vehicles entered through the gate, most of the people inside the vehicles were men, but occasionally there were some women, who, after handing over some items, entered this seemingly vast base.
However, Uncle San did not know all this; he had been pursuing for more than eight hours, and although he had wasted a lot of time repeatedly confirming Mr. Wang's location along the way, even so, Uncle San was already very far from the base at this time.
Now there were so many zombies there, plus Mr. Wang's tracks, which he had been following, were completely lost during the pursuit.
Perhaps it was because of the destruction caused by those zombies that all the clues Mr. Wang left behind were no longer visible.
Continue or go back?
This was a question.
Amidst his dilemma, Uncle San maintained a comfortable posture and entered a state of light sleep.
In this regard, Uncle San was like Li Yu; he fell asleep very quickly, but he didn't sleep too deeply.
The night was as cool as water.
In the quiet night, the zombies on that road gradually dispersed. This also indirectly confirmed that the appearance of these zombies was by no means accidental.
As the sky grew colder, Uncle San tightened his assault jacket. Thanks to the warmth of the inner lining, the night wasn't too cold.
It was just that the recent weather was changing day by day; in just a few days, from over ten degrees in October, it had dropped to around eight or nine degrees in less than two weeks.
At night, the temperature even reached two or three degrees.
The night passed without incident.
When Uncle San woke up in the morning, he saw the morning sun had already risen in the sky.
He jumped directly from the building, and in the midst of his agile movement, he flipped into the car.
With the roaring of the vehicle, he rushed to the place where he encountered the zombies yesterday. It was too late yesterday, so he had no choice but to retreat and find a place to stay for the night.
Now he definitely had to go back and check, after all, he had been tracking for so long, it would be too much of a pity to give up just like that.
“Gulp, gulp.”
Uncle San picked up the water bottle and took several gulps of water. He had been a bit thirsty last night, but he thought it was too much trouble, so he didn't get down to get it.
After taking several gulps of water at this moment, his spirits lifted.
He fumbled around the back seat with his hand, found a compressed biscuit, and began to gnaw on it.
After the car window was opened by a third, the morning breeze blew in, carrying away the stale smell that had been sealed in the car overnight.
Soon, he arrived at the place of yesterday's zombie horde, but when Uncle San arrived there.
Uncle San looked at the empty road and felt a bit numb: “Damn it, they didn’t even leave me a single clue.”
The entire road was a messy environment, footprints were everywhere, and rotten zombie corpses were just like a pile of mud, sticking to the ground.
“Forget it, let’s go forward and see.” Uncle San muttered.
After speaking, he continued to drive forward, but he hadn't gone far when a fork in the road suddenly appeared. Uncle San checked around the fork for a long time; he hadn't found any clues about Mr. Wang on the road he had just come from.
He couldn't find any trace of the car Mr. Wang was driving.
In front of the two forks in the road, Uncle San had no idea which way was the correct path, as he hadn't found any clues from then until now.
Forget it.
Uncle San randomly chose a road and drove another five kilometers forward, finding nothing.
He then backed up and drove down the other road, but still found no clues.
The previous clue had been broken off from the place where the zombie horde had passed.
Thinking of this, Uncle San simply drove the car back, and after studying the spot for a while, Uncle San finally gave up.
“Forget it, let’s go back to the base.” Uncle San thought.
This journey had been truly arduous, driving continuously without rest.
What Uncle San didn't know was that just five or six kilometers to his right, there was a town, and in that town, in an ordinary courtyard, a person got out of a car.
It was Mr. Wang!
Many times, coincidences just happen like that.
Uncle San was feeling a bit unhappy. Even without resting, it would take him six hours to drive back to the base from here. His driving speed was already considered quite fast.
Because he would occasionally encounter some abandoned vehicles on the road, he couldn't drive too fast, otherwise, it would be easy to overturn the car.
Six hours, maintaining a driving speed of 90 kilometers per hour. A distance of nearly 550 kilometers, this distance was truly far.
It was almost as far as driving from Beijing to Jining, Shandong.
Uncle San sighed, if he couldn't find it, then so be it.
During the journey, Uncle San's car did not stop, maintaining a constant speed, and the vehicle drove very smoothly.
The mountains on both sides receded, and Uncle San looked through the mirror, seeing nothing behind him.
The verdant mountains made Uncle San feel a little better.
It was just that the morning sun didn't feel very intense; the temperature was dropping so quickly now, almost a degree a day.
This abnormal phenomenon made Uncle San feel a bit uneasy.
“I must tell Li Yu about this when I get back,” Uncle San thought.
During this continuous high-speed driving process, Uncle San remained awake, and he hardly moved his body, but the vehicle maintained extremely high stability, continuously driving forward.
He just occasionally blinked, letting others know that he was a real person, not a robot.
Uncle San had a strong memory; during the journey, he rarely looked at the map, and when he occasionally checked the map, he found that the places he had memorized were indeed correct.
Along the way, the vehicle never stopped.
Meanwhile, at the base, Li Yu and the others had finished unloading all the items from He Park. These people in He Park indeed had the national habit of constantly hoarding supplies.
This was convenient for him; he could just pick up and use what was already there.
Among these, the most collected by everyone was rice, followed by salt, and then some vacuum-packed beef and mutton, and so on.
After the items were unloaded, everyone suppressed their joyful emotions.
The three little ones also lay obediently on the thick clothes.
With their eyes closed, they were sound asleep.
