On the day Ye Jian reached the western province, a farmer's car drove through the narrow rounds in Makit County at 70 kilometers per hour and screeched to a halt outside an old and dilapidated bus station.
The door of the car closed with a bang. Xia Jinyuan hurried down the bus station that didn't even have a door. His clothes were so old the color had faded.
"Damn it, wait for me!" Han Zheng got off the car slower so he got choked by the dust that flew into the air when Xia Jinyuan closed the door. He coughed as he climbed down and chased after Xia Jinyuan. "Who are you going to ask? How are you going to find her? You don't even have a photo."
The flight test lasted for almost two months. Every time Xia Jinyuan got off the warplane at night, he would stand on high ground and look at the direction of the Khotan River.
That was the place where the three red dots appeared on their radar. It meant that there were people in the desert.
