Xue Qing's complexion was worse than usual. Wang Hanshuang's wife Sun Yiping was also an embassy staffer before, and she joked that Xue Qing was terminally ill.

It really looks like this. Xue Qing's cheeks are sunken, bloodless, her eyes are yellow, she droops, and the loose skin below forms a slump. Her scattered mustache stretches downward, looking desperate and funny...

"Hanshuang, hello, what's the point of looking for me?" Xue Qing said loudly, looking down at Wang Hanshuang through his glasses, revealing a skull-like smile.

Xue Qing's face was too close. "I heard that your wife was killed near Lake Turkana," he said, feeling the urge to scare people, hoping to take revenge. "There is a place called Oasis Hostel over there. I need to talk to the owner on radio."

Wang Hanshuang thought to himself that this is the training they received before going abroad.

Code: You must never show your true feelings, even if you still have true feelings.

Chen Yaqin stood aside, her expression frozen, and she refused to accept it with contemplation. Xue Qing still smiled stupidly, but then again, such a smile had no meaning.

"How is your wife going, can you say it again?"

"I was killed, the method of being killed is not clear, or the police refused to disclose it. The driver who drove her jeep had his head cut off. That's the case."

"Slaying money?"

"Only killing."

“Close to Lake Turkana.”

"right."

"What the hell did she run there?"

"I don't know either. It is said that I'm going to visit the ruins there."

"are you sure?"

“Not sure yet.”

"Anyone of the people we know is related to this?"

“I’m still investigating.”

Xue Qing took Wang Hanshuang to a soundproof room he had never seen before. It was a communication room. There were diamond-shaped holes inserted into password locks on phones of various colors.

A fax machine is placed on an object that looks like an oil barrel, with a radio made of metal boxes carved in dots, and an address book printed in the office placed on the box.

This is how the spy talked quietly from his building. Wang Hanshuang thought to himself, is this a conspiracy or a plot? Wang Hanshuang couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it. Xue Qing sat down in front of the radio, looked at the address book, and then flirted with the control button with his trembling fingers, and at the same time he started to speak in a monotonous tone.

"Yellow sand, yellow sand. Call the oasis." It seems like the protagonist in the war film is chanting the password and code name. "Oasis, please answer when you hear it, finish. Oasis, hear it, or not. Oasis? Finish."

At this time, a noise broke out, and then a provocative voice came out: "This is an oasis. You can hear it clearly, sir. Who are you? It's over." The speaker had a Sichuan accent, with a scoundrel.

"Oasis, this is the Office of the High Commissioner of the United Nations High Commission in Nairobi. I would like to ask Mr. Wang Hanshuang to talk to you. It's over."

Wang Hanshuang supported his hands on the table, hoping to get closer to the microphone.

"I am Wang Hanshuang, the director of the office. Are you Wolfgang? It's over."

"Like the office in the Hitler era?" Wolfgang was obviously making a cold joke in the Western style.

"It's a government unit, it's over." Wang Hanshuang didn't like this frivolous tone.

"Okay, Director, I'm Wolfgang. What questions do you want to ask? It's over."

"I want to ask you to describe the way you registered as Ms. Sun Yiping in your hostel. You are right? Did she register with this name? It's over."

"That's right. Sun Yiping, an oriental woman."

"What does she look like? It's over."

"Black hair, no makeup, tall, over twenty, and obviously an oriental beauty, but in my eyes, I don't look like Chinese. It's more Japanese. I'm in the hotel industry, I can look at people. Also, that lady is quite beautiful. After all, men always like to see sexy women."

"The clothes she was wearing seemed to be blown away by you in one breath, so it sounds like the one you were looking for? It's over."

Xue Qing's head was ten centimeters away from Wang Hanshuang's head. Chen Yaqin stood on the other side of him, and the three of them stared at the microphone.

"Yes, it sounds like Ms. Sun Yiping. Can you please tell me when she made an appointment with you? How did she make an appointment? I believe you have an office in Nairobi, it's over."

"She didn't."

"What's the meaning?"

"The person who made the appointment was Miao Huixiang. A rich Chinese businessman. They were two small wooden houses near the swimming pool. One night, I told him that we only had one small wooden house left. In the end, he decided to ask for this one. He really didn't build it. Wow, everyone was watching them, the guests, and the staff also watched. One was a beautiful oriental woman, and the other was a very elegant Chinese businessman. It was finished."

"How many rooms are there in a small wooden house?" Wang Han asked both sides, hoping to avoid the scandal that was coming straight to him. From these words alone, he could guess that his wife seemed to have an affair with another man outside with him on her back.

"One bedroom, two single beds, not too hard, soft and elastic. In a living room, both of them have to sign the registration book, and they are not allowed to sign randomly. I tell them. People are lost often here. I don't know that their real name is not good. That name is her real name, right? It's over."

"It's indeed her, it's over. The postal mailbox she wrote is the mailbox of the High Commissioner."

"Where is her husband?"

"In Nairobi."

"Wow." Wolfgang, a German gossiper, seemed to have thought of many interesting things. He really wanted to see which unlucky guy was wearing this cuckold.

"Okay, when did Miao Huixiang make an appointment? It's over."

"On the 23rd, that night, I contacted me by radio from Loki. He said they expected to leave at dawn on the 25th. It was over."

Rocky is the abbreviation of Rocky Chuju. Near the northern border, the relief units responsible for South Sudan gather there.

"What are you doing there? Did they say it?"

"Poverty relief and relief are something like that. Miao Huixiang is also a Chinese businessman who is willing to help the poor in the local area, right? The only thing that comes to Loki is this. It's over."

"So, he made an appointment from Rocky and left Rocky early on Friday morning. It was over."

"He told me that they expected to go to the west shore of the lake around noon and asked me to book a small boat for them and take them across the lake to the oasis. I told him that driving from Rockicuju to Turkana would be a lot of trouble. It would be best to come with the food contingent."

"Sir, you know. The mountain roads here in Africa are not easy to walk, and you will encounter robbers. Several tribes over there will steal each other's cows. That's normal, but ten years ago they were holding spears. Now they are equipped with a Chinese-made assault rifle. After hearing this, he smiled and said that he could handle it, but he could really handle it. They finally arrived safely, no problem. It was over."

"So, they moved in and signed the registration book. And what? It's done."

"Miao Huixiang told me that they wanted to rent a jeep with a driver, and they would go to the niche site at dawn the next morning. Why don't you tell me when making an appointment? Don't ask me this because I didn't ask. Maybe it was decided temporarily, or maybe they don't like to discuss the itinerary on the radio."

"In the end, I introduced a local driver to them. Miao Huixiang was very happy after hearing this, and Sun Yiping was also very happy. They went to the garden for a walk, swim together, sat at the bar, had a meal together, said good night to everyone, and walked back to their cabin. They left together in the morning. I watched them walk, what they ate in the morning. Do you want to know?"

"Who else sees them leaving except you? It's over." Ignoring this boring question, Wang Hanshuang is more concerned about information about human and physical evidence.

"Everyone who was awake saw it. They brought lunch, a few boxes of water, spare gas, emergency rations, and medicine. All three of them sat in the front seat, and the woman sat in the middle, like a happy family. This is an oasis. Do you understand? I have twenty guests, most of them sleeping. There are forty staff. Most of them are awake."

"There are about a hundred people I don't need to stay in my parking lot, wanting to sell animal fur, canes and hunting knives. Everyone who saw Miao Huixiang and Sun Yiping left waved and said goodbye. I waved, and the fur sellers also waved. They did not smile, and their expressions were serious, as if there were major things to do, as if there were major decisions."

"I don't know what's going on. Director, what do you want me to do? Do you kill the witnesses? Listen well, I'm just a hotel owner, arrest me and lock me up, and I swear she has never been to the oasis. It's over."

The owner of this German hotel also has a rogue idea. Now China is engaged in aid construction work in East Africa, strengthening its cooperative relationship with the local regime, and the Chinese have a strong influence here.

Wolfgang didn't want to cause trouble, so he decided to cooperate with all the actions of the Chinese Embassy in Nairobi.

Wang Hanshuang was paralyzed for a while and could not explain any further questions, or maybe there were too many questions to ask. He covered his eyes with one hand, and then removed him and saw Xue Qing and Chen Yaqin looking at him with expressionless faces.

When they reported Sun Yiping's death to them, they had this expression.

"When did you realize something might be wrong? Finished." This question is bad. "Did you live there all year long? Finished. Or how long has your hotel been operating? Finished."

"There is a radio on the four-wheel drive car. When Chaston takes guests out, he will call back and say he is very happy. Chaston did not call back this time. Well, it is considered that the radio was broken or the driver forgot to call back. If you want to go online, it is very troublesome. You have to stop the car first, take out the radio, and set up the antenna. Are you listening? It's over."

"Look at the ears. It's over."

"But, my driver Chaston never forgot to call back. That's how I love hiring him, but he just didn't call back. He didn't call in the afternoon, and he didn't call in the evening. Well, I thought to myself, maybe they were camping somewhere and drinking too much wine for Chaston or something."

"Before closing in the evening, I sent a radio to the administrator near the niche site. There was no trace. The next morning I got up, I went to Lodval to report the case to the local police. The jeep was mine at least, do you understand? The driver was mine. They didn't let me report the case by radio, so they had to go to Lodval in person."

It seemed as if I could still recall the fatigue and troubles of that time. Wolfgang gasped.

"That trip was exhausted. But the law is the law. When the people were in trouble, the police in the Lordval were really enthusiastic about providing assistance." Wolfgang deliberately spoke slander, complaining about the legal and moral system here. "My jeep is gone? It's so bad. There are two guests and a driver in the car? Why don't you go find it yourself?"

"These police even asked me to give them some money and borrow another car to help! This is what these gangsters said, so I had to go back to my hotel and found a few people to form a search team. That's all. It's over."

"Who are there?" Wang Hanshuang gradually recovered.

"There are two teams. My own men, two trucks, water, spare oil, pharmaceutical products, rations, scotch whiskey. In case it is necessary to disinfect or something. It's over."

At this time someone inserted and pulled it in, and Wolfgang told the other party to get out. Surprisingly, the other party actually did it, "It's very hot there now. Director. The temperature is 115 degrees Fahrenheit, and there are so many jackals and coyotes like rats in big cities. It's over."

Here, Wolfgang paused for a moment, obviously waiting for Wang Hanshuang to speak.

"I'm still listening." Wang Hanshuang said.

"The jeep turns to the side, don't ask me why. The door is closed, don't ask me why. A window is opened about five centimeters. Someone closes the door, locks the door, and then takes away the key. The smell from the crack in that path is a bad smell that cannot be described. The body of the car was scratched by the coyotes, and they knocked out big dents when they wanted to rush in."

"These beasts circled around and left footprints around. If the coyotes were powerful, they could smell blood ten kilometers away. If they were close to the corpse, they could bite through it in one bite and suck out the bone marrow in the bones. However, they could not get close to the corpse. Someone locked the car door and prevented the coyote from entering, leaving only a small crack in the window, which made the coyote crazy."

"If it were you, you would be crazy. It's over."

In East Africa, there is no telephone system in civilized society. Both sides have been using radio stations as communication tools, so they have to emphasize the word "finished" without saying a word.

Wang Hanshuang tried his best to understand what the German guy said. "The police said Chaston was beheaded. Is it true? It's over."

"Yes, he is a good person. His family is worried that he will go crazy, so they send people to look for his head everywhere. If they can't find it, they will not be able to bury them properly, and the ghosts will never disappear. It's over."

"Where is Ms. Sun Yiping? It's over." The image that appeared in Wang Hanshuang's mind was his wife with a headless head. It was unbearable.

"Have they told you?"

"No. Complete."

"The throat was cut. It's over."
To be continued...