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After everyone who didn't want to descend the mountain had left, Wang Fugui addressed the remaining forty or so people: "Those of you standing here must be willing to follow me down the mountain. Let's prepare together; we can set off in a few days."
At that moment, a young woman in the front row hesitated and asked Wang Fugui, "Director Wang, the area below is filled with toxic smoke. How are we supposed to get down?"
Wang Fugui cleared his throat and explained to her and all the villagers who remained: "I noticed that many of those who went up the mountain were carrying homemade gas masks. After they reached the top, most of them simply discarded their masks. If we gather those masks back, we should be able to wear them while descending."
He continued, "I also saw that many of the outsiders arrived by car. Those cars are likely still abandoned at the foot of the mountain. Once we get down, we can break the windows and drive away."
After hearing Wang Fugui's explanation, the villagers wore thoughtful expressions. His plan wasn't perfect, and it carried significant risks. However, there was no better option available for leaving Dragon Ridge Mountain.
Seeing that no one voiced any objections, Wang Fugui continued, "Most of the gas masks were thrown on the southern slope. Let's head there now and see what we can find."
The forty villagers followed Wang Fugui to the southern slope. He instructed everyone to spread out and search for the discarded gas masks left by the outsiders. Meanwhile, he descended along the slope to assess the situation at the foot of the mountain.
Halfway down, Wang Fugui spotted a sneaky man lying on his back on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably. Judging by his condition, he must have just arrived at the mountain today. Likely due to a lack of protective measures, his symptoms were severe. His eyes were bloodshot, and blisters covered his face and skin.
Wang Fugui crouched down and examined the man closely for a moment before muttering to himself, "Looks like he won't survive today."
The man on the ground noticed Wang Fugui and struggled to speak, pleading for help: "Help... save me."
Wang Fugui ignored him completely and rummaged through the man's clothing pockets. He eventually pulled out a switchblade and a car key. He tucked both items into his own pocket. Although there was no license plate number on the key to locate this man's car precisely, pressing its button could unlock a vehicle from thirty or forty meters away. They would just need to find that car with its door open.
Wang Fugui also noticed that this man was wearing a homemade gas mask on his face.
From his symptoms, it seemed that the mask had not served its intended purpose at all, so taking it away from him would be pointless. It appeared that these masks were not guaranteed to be effective; one still needed to carefully distinguish between them when picking them up.
Wang Fugui sighed, propping himself up with his hands on his knees as he stood up and continued walking toward the foot of the mountain.
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