Chapter 1505: The Missing Girl

The sun had not completely set, but it was getting dark outside. When this white woman stuffed printing paper on Zhang Zian's car window, Zhang Zian thought she was handing out a small advertisement leaflet, and thought that this small advertisement leaflet was too crude Well, at least get a coated paper printing... When she walked into the visitor center, he noticed that she looked haggard, her hair was tied back in a mess, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and she looked badly deprived of sleep.

In foreign countries, if you encounter strangers or things that you don’t want to talk to, for example, someone on the street pulls you to promote environmental protection theory or stuffs leaflets, etc., just pretend that you don’t understand English, so that you can be polite. get away. Zhang Zian didn't come here for tourism, he had a lot of things to do, but seeing the woman's distraught look, he still softened his heart, and responded: "Your daughter? Sorry, I'm a new tourist here, Didn't see your daughter."

In fact, after he came here, he didn't even see a young girl, only a group of old mages who were shooting at Jesus.

The white woman has probably been disappointed too many times, and hearing his answer just added a spoonful of water to the sea of ​​disappointment, and the flames in her eyes that were already exhausted were a little weaker.

However, she still handed over a piece of printing paper, "Sir, this is my daughter, if you meet her in the forest..."

Zhang Zian took the paper and looked down at it.

There is a portrait of a young girl printed on the paper, with a bright smile, and a few freckles on her cheeks highlighting her youthful vigor. She has short hair and wears a bicycle helmet on top of her head. A gopro is fixed beside the helmet. A college student who likes outdoor sports.

There are a few lines of words written under the profile picture - this girl is called Megan Miller, she is just 19 years old this year, and she is studying in a prestigious school. Because she loves all kinds of outdoor sports and has the courage to challenge herself, she decided to start from San Francisco this summer by bicycle and hiking. , running through a chain of forest parks on the west coast of the United States, unfortunately disappeared about two weeks ago. Finally, a string of phone numbers is given, and anyone who sees her is asked to contact her family or the police.

Zhang Zian frowned slightly. Because of zombie deer, coyotes, and Leshi dog food, he checked some information before and after coming to the United States. Many people probably don’t know that he is regarded as the most technologically advanced and civilized country in the Western world. In the most prosperous United States, until a decade ago, no one had successfully accomplished a similar feat, hiking through the 1,800 miles of redwood forests stretching along the west coast of the Pacific Ocean, and that was done by two men.

He didn't know whether this girl named Megan had done a similar survey, or if she got into it on a whim—he guessed it was the latter. If she had really done a survey, she wouldn't dare to underestimate this vast primeval forest. .

It is true that tourists who drive freely can easily cross the west coast from the road. Except for car accidents, they will basically not encounter any danger. They can also choose one or two of the classic hiking routes officially recommended by the park.

It's like a tour, but real hiking is much more dangerous than this.

Anything can happen in the primeval forest, except for beasts like bears and cougars, heavy rains, flash floods, landslides, mudslides, and criminals with malicious intentions may all kill you, even if you sprain your feet accidentally. Trapped in the forest with no way out, no way to even call for help.

The sparsely populated population density and purely commercial telecommunication companies make the coverage rate of mobile phone signals in the United States much worse than that in China. Let alone the virgin forest, there may be no signal when you go to the suburbs, and the tall and tall Mahogany can make even satellite phones not work.

After Zhang Zian took the printing paper, he was about to say something when a man in a special uniform walked over and said, "Mrs. I understand how you feel, but please don't disturb other tourists."

This man's uniform was a gray jacket with dark green trousers, an orange coat of arms on his shoulders, and a light brown cowboy hat on his head. This uniform was very handsome, but Zhang Zian had never seen it anywhere else.

Taking a closer look at this person's badge, Zhang Zian suddenly realized that this is a park inspector, or also called a forest inspector, depending on whether he is in the US park system or the US forest system. It is similar to the Chinese forest police, but the duties are very different. Broadly, from collecting tickets to tour guides, to searching for missing persons and investigating cases, basically all the big and small things that happen in the forest park are under their control.

Mrs. Miller yelled as if irritated: "My daughter is not dead! You gangsters ended the search and rescue without permission, and then forced me to agree! Okay! Then I will do it myself! You can never control me! Never!"

The forest inspector gave Zhang Zian an embarrassed look, spread his hands and said, "We didn't say that your daughter is dead, but we don't think her disappearance is in this forest. I advise you to look for it in other forests."

"Here she is! I'm sure!" growled Mrs. Miller hysterically.

The forest inspector turned cold, "Mrs. Miller, please calm down. If you continue like this, I can only ask you to leave. I will personally escort you out of the county."

Apparently, if Mrs. Miller continued to be aggressive, the inspector would see her as vexatious and drive after her car until she was deported from the county line.

Mrs. Miller's eyes burst into anger, but she dared not do anything. If she was expelled, she would lose even the last hope of staying here to find her daughter.

She pursed her lips tightly and said meaningfully to the inspector after a while, "May God forgive you."

The inspector had no expression on his face, but he was also simmering with anger when he said that what was supposed to be a blessing was actually a curse.

After Mrs. Miller finished speaking, as if her body had exhausted her strength, she pushed the door out in a daze and went back to her car, but she didn't start the engine. She just hugged the steering wheel, buried her face deeply on the steering wheel, and shoulders from time to time. The ground rises and falls.

"Crazy woman." The inspector snorted softly, turned back to his seat, and flipped through a newspaper.

Zhang Zian originally wanted to ask the inspector if there were any suspicious organizations operating nearby, but judging from his appearance, it was obvious that he was the type whose job was just to make money, and one thing more is worse than one thing less. If it aroused the suspicion of the other party, wondering whether he came here to cause trouble, it would be better not to ask.

After thinking about it, he also turned around and left the visitor center, walked to Mrs. Miller's car, and knocked on the window.