National Forensic Doctor
Chapter 1241 - 1169: Roaring Past

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1169: Roaring Past

"Brother, Shipozi is straight ahead, right?"

Ren Kuangshan was leisurely riding a mountain motorcycle and greeted two fellow riders he encountered on the road with enthusiasm.

He felt as if he was almost emerging from the gloom of cancer. Of course, the cancer was still there, and his days were numbered, but he felt a bit more at peace.

Meeting a fellow rider in the remote mountain areas made the two approaching him quite happy as well. They stopped their bikes to seriously point the way, then looked at the gear on the back of Ren Kuangshan’s motorcycle, and said in admiration, "Are you planning to sleep outside? That’s impressive, are you fishing?"

"Fishing, but I didn’t bring the gear this time, no space on the motorcycle." In fact, Ren Kuangshan had brought a fishing line and float but no rod. His plan was, if things got too tense outside, he’d hide in the mountains for a while before coming out, maybe even relying on fishing for some food.

He didn’t have many years left to live, so prison was not an option he could accept. Moreover, nowadays people say many foods on the market have various problems and could cause cancer. So he might as well spend some time living in the wild, using natural therapy as a treatment.

Of course, this was the last resort among the bad options, a fallback strategy for Ren Kuangshan just in case.

His first choice in the plan was still to go to Russia and have fun with tall beauties.

He now had both time and money, calculating that even if he simply played for three years, it would amount to 1000 days.

While those working like cattle and horses, even with weekends off, only get 104 days off a year plus 11 legal holidays, totaling 115 days. Even with annual leave, it’s less than 130 days. As for the poor souls with only one day off per week, they only get 52 days a year, assuming no extra work on legal holidays. They still need to be good enough not to sleep through their precious weekends, becoming tools maintained for capital production.

Meaning, even if Ren Kuangshan’s life only had three or four years left, it would still surpass ten years of joyful time for those with weekends off, theoretically matching twenty years for those with only one day off, practically probably thirty or forty years.

Of course, if those cattle and horses lose their jobs, the rest time and happy days would be uncertain whether to increase or decrease.

Ren Kuangshan hummed a tune softly, skillfully riding his motorcycle and reached Shipozi Gas Station.

This gas station along the county road had average business, but many local residents used motorcycles, so there was no discriminatory policy against refueling motorcycles. Ren Kuangshan had been here twice before while running mountain routes, and still remembered the roads nearby.

Wearing his motorcycle helmet, Ren Kuangshan didn’t need to take it off. He parked the bike, turned off the engine, watched as the staff filled it with gas, then went inside the convenience store to pay, using WeChat scan code, which was a pre-bought account bundled with ID and bank card, the whole set.

The truth is, the idle ones, the great masters of Sanhe, were not repressed for no reason.

Everything went smoothly. Before leaving, Ren Kuangshan took a pack of Liqun cigarettes, a lighter, and three bottles of water as replenishments.

Back on the motorcycle, Ren Kuangshan traveled along the county road for a while, passing several large trucks, then checked his bearings at a large agritainment billboard before turning to re-enter the mountains.

In less than twenty minutes, there was no sign of human life around him.

Ren Kuangshan stopped by a deep valley, took out his phone, turned it off first, then found a big stone and smashed the phone until the battery fell out. He gathered the scattered pieces, put them in a plastic bag, and tossed it all into the depths of the valley.

Ren Kuangshan still had other phones and IDs with him, couldn’t waste them the same way, but being overly cautious on the first day wasn’t too much. The warning from his contact was clearly remembered; phones going through base stations required logging and recording, and the fewer people in the mountains, the slower this data refreshed, which actually helped the police track you.

Ren Kuangshan had prepared so diligently to avoid prison; no phone was worth hesitating over.

Vroom...

Ren Kuangshan restarted the motorcycle and continued along the dirt road beneath him.

This road was one he ran through an amateur riding group event before, considered a beginner off-road route, not very challenging. The scenery around was average, but many teams liked to organize along this route simply because it was easy and hard to get lost.

Additionally, it was because this mountain was a border mountain between two cities, and the traffic police from both sides didn’t bother much, giving motorcycle riders, off-roaders, and campers a bit more freedom.

Ren Kuangshan, having driven trucks before, was very good at remembering roads, so having disposed of his phone, he wasn’t afraid of getting lost.

He rode for more than an hour and, upon reaching a flat area backed by mountains and water, felt it was about right and parked there, did a quick check, and began collecting firewood, setting up a tent, just like a camper out for fun.

All set, with daylight still present, Ren Kuangshan gathered more firewood, smoking while warming by the fire, not bothering to take out the food he’d prepared.

He wasn’t not hungry, but simply had no appetite, oddly so.

He didn’t sleep well at night. Without a phone, once it got dark, there was nothing to do but sleep. Ren Kuangshan tossed and turned in dreams all night, waking himself up early the next morning.

He lay at first, staring at the stars, gazing for more than half an hour until the sun lightly rose.

Ren Kuangshan felt as if hearing some command, leaped up, started packing all his gear, loaded everything back on the bike, and without delay, set off again.

An hour later, a small city at the foot of the mountain came into Ren Kuangshan’s view.

Ren Kuangshan verified his direction to ensure he wasn’t lost, then rode another twenty minutes before truly reaching the city outskirts.

After parking on the roadside, the first thing Ren Kuangshan did was turn on a new phone, checking social news and hot events.

"Academician Murdered!"

Upon seeing these four words, Ren Kuangshan’s pupils dilated suddenly.

"Was it an academician I killed?" Ren Kuangshan was a bit dazed.

This was quite different from what the patron had said.

Back then, the other party only mentioned it was the boss of another company, with deep hatred between them...

Ren Kuangshan wasn’t entirely disbelieving but neither fully believing.

While he didn’t fully understand the prestige of an academician, he knew academicians were very eminent scientists. Such people dying meant the police would surely be more focused than if it were a company boss.

Ren Kuangshan quickly skimmed a few news articles, daring not to linger too long, then glanced at the time and hit the road again.

This time, he traveled a long way through city streets until he saw the railway tracks and parked the motorcycle by the roadside, picked up his backpack and cigarettes, and began walking north along the railway line.

A green train roared past. Ren Kuangshan kept his head down and moved forward, soon crawling onto the platform of this small station against the traffic, with help from two local ticket-dodgers.

Security checks, ticket purchasing, and all such front-end steps were thus skipped.

All around, noise abounded, with dozens chatting while waiting for the train.

Ren Kuangshan patted the dust off his clothes, silently merging into the crowd.