"No, Xiao Wen ran into me while I was out getting fuel. In fact, we hadn't gone far after leaving the police station."
Hearing that, Old Xu's brows knit slightly. "Hadn't gone far?"
Obviously, Luo Baochun's answer had rattled him.
"Yeah. You know what it was like back then. We'd been locked up for about a week, and all of us were prisoners—there was no way we'd go into the city, especially since we didn't know the whole situation had already spread nationwide. The boss at the time was afraid of going back to the city and getting hunted down, so he found a spot on a nearby hill by the police station to settle."
"How far is it from here?" Old Xu had no interest in hearing about their experiences; he went straight to the point and asked what mattered most.
"Uh…" Luo Baochun paused, scratched his head and thought carefully before replying, "I figure it's about three to four hours by car. Not that close."
Old Xu nodded silently, rubbing his chin, lost in thought.
