100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

On March 15th, Juba, the capital of South Sudan, took the lead.

Juba’s new airport is still under construction. The old and small airport is crowded with people. The passengers of different colors are crowded in the doorway of the checked baggage. The airport hall is extremely stuffy and can smell strange smells from time to time. .

After waiting for ten minutes, the luggage was finally pulled out by the cart, waiting for the passengers at the door to slam up and find the baggage at the forefront.

These people will then need to travel to the more crowded visa area and wait for visa processing.

An idle Dinka man turned a few laps in the hall and finally found the target.

He leaned over to a black-haired, dark-eyed young man and quickly said in English: "Hello, if you are here for the first time, you must have a competent guide."

The black-haired man had just been rudely asked for cash by the security personnel at the airport. He turned his head in a vigilant manner and looked at the leader who was one and a half taller than himself.

The Dinka has a dark skin. Although it is a lot taller, it is not strong. On the contrary, it is very thin. A shirt can sway back and forth on him.

When I saw the fat sheep I chose, he immediately showed a white tooth: "Dear sir, it is too noisy here. If you want to change the quiet place to apply for entry permit quickly, then I suggest you go to vip. Service area."

Asian man: "Freedom guide?"

"Oh, yes. You can call me Noah, I am the local here." Noah smiled and pointed not far away: "There is the vip service area, you can go there and try."

The passenger who had been tipped by the airport guards when he got off the plane was undecided. He looked at the still crowded hall and finally chose to go to the VIP area to try his luck.

While walking, he debugs the phone and sends a message.

Master:

Pipiru:

Pipiru:

Master:

Pipiru:

Master:

Yes, this black hair is black and black, the skin is black and yellow, and there are still a few pockmarks on the face. The ordinary man who looks ordinary is just after a simple disguise, holding the fake body faked by the special department, and applying for it. Ye Wenxuan, who came to find the plane of the crash.

He has never been to Africa, and he is only aware of the magnificent natural landscape, the wild animals running through the grasslands, and the war, poverty and disease.

So it seems wise to hire a local guide as soon as possible.

After finishing the formalities, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I walked out of the airport. Ye Wenxuan carried a black backpack and frowned slightly, letting the young black man named Noah stay with her.

“I am very worried about the law and order here, so can you find a safer hotel for me?”

"Oh, of course. I am familiar with all the hotels here!" Noah was busy: "This gentleman, are you here for travel or work? Juba has several safe and comfortable hotels, if there are no specific requirements, I can take you to the one with the best traffic conditions."

"Yes." Ye Wenxuan thought for a moment and said, "You can call me Tom Silis. Noah, I plan to take the wind in Juba city and want to go outside the city. A turn."

"Oh, Mr. Sirius, most of you ask me to help." Noah led him out of the main entrance of the airport and said: "But a few days ago there were several small-scale conflicts outside the city, if If you want to go outside, we probably need to follow the peacekeepers outside the city, or... if you don't mind, you can set up a temporary team with other tourists.” Noah reached out and recruited a car: “Mr. Cyrus, this Get on the side of the car."

Ye Wenxuan was so good, got on the bus and talked with Noah, as much as possible to understand the situation here.

On this way, he looked out through the window and saw all the low-rise bungalows, some of the local unique dome huts, or the simple sheds that were easily built.

The vehicle ran over the earthy road, and there were black-skinned men and women, leisurely strolling cows, and children playing around the rubbish.

Occasionally, high-rise buildings stand in the middle of the low-rise building, and Noah explains to him that those are high-class hotels or wealthy villas.

But in fact, it is only six or seven stories high, giving people an intuitive feeling, that is, it is not as prosperous as a four- or five-line city in China.

Ye Wenxuan's gaze from the hut to the small high-rise, my heart keeps thinking, where is Xing Yuan likely, will it be in Juba?

The location of the plane crash is not close to Juba, but it is farther away from other big cities.

Before Xing Yuan boarded the plane, he was not injured. Ye Wenxuan didn't dare to think that he would suffer more serious injuries when he crashed. But if the crew still survived, it is very likely that he will find the nearest hospital.

In the current situation in South Sudan, hospitals may only be located in larger cities, and may also be in United Nations camps and refugee camps. These are the places that Ye Wenxuan needs to look for first.

Arriving at the hotel, it is said that it is one of the best hotels in Juba. In fact, it is also six stories high. However, compared with the tin house in the roadside, it is really luxurious.

Noah helped him to check in at the front desk. Ye Wenxuan was waiting for him. He felt that this person was okay except for his enthusiasm. He exchanged contact information with him and agreed to meet tomorrow, first in Zhuba City.

When he left, Ye Wenxuan asked him: "If I want to go to Mount Kinieti to see it, how do I go?"

Noah’s smile slowed down and shook his head again and again: “No, no, no, there can’t go, and our people don’t go.”

"I know that there is always a civil war in that area, but the situation has improved a lot in the recent past. I have inquired that a tour guide has been there to go there." Ye Wenxuan stared at him, his expression confused: "Did I be cheated?"

Noah only waved at him, and even the channel "can't go", then turned and ran.

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

He closed the door, licked his hair irritably, and threw the backpack with himself and threw it on the bed.

The wreck of the plane where Xing Yuan was riding was near the Mount Kinieti.

There is a war zone, surrounded by several small towns, some of which are government troops and some are occupied by armed forces.

In order to compete for the territory, there will be conflicts between the two sides from time to time. Every day, civilians, regular army soldiers and armed elements who have been stranded will die. There are no businessmen and tourists who want to go there. Those who enter the war zone have only peacekeepers, Doctors, as well as war correspondents.

Zheng Xingguo once mentioned that after confirming the location of the wreck, the nearby Chinese peacekeeping force has already gone to the investigation. The corpse in the wreckage is incomplete, but from the residual clothing, it should be the crew and accompanying guards. The number is about seven. There are about nine or so, and there should be more than a dozen in the actual cabin.

The black box on the plane was taken away by the troops and had not been decrypted. However, some soldiers found that the body door of the crashed plane was opened. From the traces of the scene, it turned out to have been opened before the crash.

"We still don't know what happened at the time, but before the plane crashed, there may be several people who have fallen." The chief of the peacekeeping force said to the domestic report: "Do not rule out someone who escaped by skydiving."

After that, the peacekeeping force and the embassy in the United Kingdom verified each other, and finally confirmed that the missing person, in addition to Xing Yuan, may have two security guards, a flight attendant, and the bodyguard Cherno who Xing Yuan took with him.

Because of this tiny possibility, Ye Wenxuan insisted on a trip, hoping to see the crash site.

"Just kidding... I have been protecting the way, and the people who have been sent to the plane, how can it be so..." He leaned back on the bed and whispered.

"Even if you are dead, you have to see the body, I am willing."

Two days later, Ye Wenxuan followed Noah to turn Juba around.

In fact, it doesn't take long. It's really too barren. It's almost a round trip around the city in the morning.

However, Ye Wenxuan went very seriously. He concealed how many Chinese people there are, and whether there have been strange faces recently.

Unfortunately, the answers received were not satisfactory.

After delaying for two days, Ye Wenxuan couldn't stand it anymore and expressed to Noah his strong desire to go to Mount Kinieti.

In addition to greed for money, Noah was considered a more competent guide. He initially resolutely opposed it, but Ye Wenxuan stated that he was willing to pay him double the tour guide fee, and Noah could not help but shake it.

"This is very inappropriate. If you are a war correspondent or a doctor, I probably won't persuade you." He frowned, why: "The war zone is very dangerous and does not allow ordinary tourists to enter. Your request is really Yes... I have brought so many foreign tourists, and I don’t have much to go to that place."

Ye Wenxuan: "There is not much, that is to say, is there still?"

Noah reluctantly cried: "Few, really few!"

"Money is not a problem. If you don't want it, I don't force it." Ye Wenxuan said to him: "However, can you help me find a guide who is willing to bring people into Mount Kinie?"

Noah: "You...what do you want to go there, that's not a good place."

Ye Wenxuan said: "My friend has been here before. He disappeared near Mount Kinie. I... I am worried..."

He only said this, but did not prevent Noah from filling his own brain with a complete story. The latter really said: "Oh, this is really bad... well, let me think about it..."

After arriving in the evening, Ye Wenxuan returned to the hotel and just received a message from Noah just after the shower.

Noah:

Ye Wenxuan breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the wet towel on his head and quickly responded to the other party.

Tom Silis:

Noah:

Tom Silis:

Shortly afterwards, the mobile phone slammed, and Noah sent the information of the guide and the time and place of travel.

Ye Wenxuan glanced at it, saved the number, and then deleted all the information that might reveal his identity on the phone.

Early the next morning, he refilled his face with a disguise and turned back to the black-yellow man with a pockmark. Later, he smoothly inserted a pen on the table into his jacket pocket and left a tip on the bed. Then he carried his backpack and hurried out of the hotel.

When arriving at the scheduled location, the guide's car is already waiting there.

The guide that Noah had asked him was called Kabu, who was also a local Juba. He heard that he was a policeman in South Sudan, but he was later injured in the civil war and forced to retire.

At this point, Kabu was smoking on the door of the car. When he saw Ye Wenxuan walked to the front of the car, he and his identity information.