Chapter 12 Section 4

Prince Chambord and Mesa walked into the east gate of Minzu University of China, bypassed the Zhonghui Building from the left, walked along Nanrui Road to the Science and Technology Building, and came to the entrance of the library.Although the night was quiet and the campus was deserted, the breath of youth was still there, and the memory of the past was still there. Prince Chambord couldn't help slowing down, looked around, and said with a sigh: "Everything is the same, it seems like yesterday, I am here to take a walk with you." "Walk with me, do you remember correctly?"

"Isn't there? And it's not just a walk." Mesa sneered and said, "At that time, you were a graduate student, and Zhimei and I were both undergraduates, and we could see you on campus almost every day. You were often with some beautiful girls, and you changed them almost every once in a while. .Everyone says you are the famous shampoo in the whole school, any girl can use it." "So you rejected me, you are the only girl who rejected me." "No, I'm not jealous, I don't like you at all." "You have the right not to like it, because you are the most beautiful and have the most temperament."

Mesa sneered again: "But you didn't think so at that time. You were tall, handsome, unrestrained, dignified, and extraordinary in bearing. You were an expert in studying Cangyang Gyatso's love songs, and you were also a singer who sang Cangyang Gyatso's love songs. You are quick-thinking, talented, and energetic. There is no weekend dance party where you are not performing, and there is no festival party where you are not the lead singer. You have interpreted the artistic temperament of a Tibetan with a perfect performance, but you humbly tell others: I It’s nothing. In Tibet, as long as you can walk, you can dance, and you can sing as long as you can talk. Not only that, you are outstanding in your studies, with excellent grades, and articles are published in newspapers and periodicals. Even if you are not good at sports, you will not be left behind, because as long as you play, you will attract more spectators. But you took the opportunity to show your lines, muscles, bumps and valleys, smooth and fit, attracting many Photography enthusiasts. You show off your talent unscrupulously, swaying your talents, you are a star, no, a perfect moon. Minzu University of China gathers the best young people of all ethnic minorities in China, but you The appearance of , let everyone have such a feeling: Only the magnificent and beautiful Tibetan mountains and rivers can make people so outstanding. You are the pride of Tibetan students, and you are Tibet. Of course not everyone thinks so, including me. I clearly remember that when I rejected you, you were so surprised that you couldn't speak for a while, and your face was as blank as a river bed without water and a blue sky."

Prince Chambord said: "I am not surprised, but sorry, for you and for me. I am sorry that you lost me, and I lost you. I am not prepared for this: a Tibetan woman who has been hugged by me can be in I don’t belong to me physically and mentally. Tibetans, that is to say, as long as you give, you will give completely. As long as you love, you will have unreserved and deep love. As long as you pursue, you will be persistent to crazy pursuit. Never a little bit , little by little, tentative, coping, half-hearted, half-pushing and half-wanting to give but not giving." Mesa said: "There is one more thing you forgot. As long as you want it, you want it all. You don't want a little bit of mine, and I don't want a little bit of yours. You are the girl today, and the girl tomorrow. You have the nerve to want all of me. ?”

Prince Chambord gave an "Ah" in surprise: "Why didn't you say those words at that time?" "Did it work?" "Tibetan people's love is vast and magnanimous. As you said just now, I am Tibet." Mesa stopped and said: "Yes, it is not only vast and magnanimous, but also unrestrained, free and romantic, just like Tsangyang Gyatso. But the love of Tibetans is also selfish. My mother told me since I was a child, you can abandon your love." Parents, but you can't abandon your waiting. You will wait all your life for a man, and once this man appears, your heart will be pounding. You can only give birth to this man, nothing else, no, unless you are not afraid death, let alone be afraid of going to hell and being a beast after death.”

"Maybe it's because you have lived in Beijing since you were a child, and you have not adapted to the habits of your hometown." "No, it has nothing to do with Beijing. My family education is ancestral, and it has always been like this." King Chambord shook his head and said, "It's kind of scary, your mother is almost cursing you." They move on.Prince Chambord pointed to a dark forest on the side of the road and said: "You see, even here, it is also a night. There seems to be a couple tens of steps away, but they can't see each other. I hug you tightly. You said that you can’t be at this time, and you can’t be in this place. I didn’t listen to you and insisted on that, so you rejected me. The way you refused was very Tibetan. You pulled out your Tibetan knife and handed it to me and said:’ Please kill me now, or let me go.' Now I understand why you did that, because the man who made your heart pound was not there."

Mesa raised the corners of her mouth bitterly: "You still remember the situation at that time." "Although I am romantic, I still remember all the women I have come into contact with. I remember their appearance and demeanor, I remember the situation of the relationship at that time, every word, bit by bit. I originally wanted to create a song for each of them in the most affectionate way. Later, considering that Tsangyang Gyatso had already sung it, I only needed to sign my name after the Tsangyang Gyatso love song to express my feelings, so I began to use the original Tsangyang Gyatso tone Sing Tsangyang Gyatso's love songs everywhere."

Mesa let out a "Bah" sound: "You brazen fellow, how can you compare with Cangyang Gyatso." Prince Chambord smiled "hehe": "Sometimes I really think so, if there is no Tsangyang Gyatso in Tibet, then it must be me who will pass it on." Mesa said: "Then, for some reason, you suddenly disappeared. It wasn't that you left Minzu University, but you left the crowd and the joy, and all the stages that allowed you to perform to your heart's content. You hid yourself, Refusing to associate, keeping silent until graduation and leaving school. Why? Why exactly?"

Prince Chambord said: "This is my privacy, I never tell others." Mesa looked at him expectantly. "Are there no exceptions?" Prince Chambord said firmly, "No." Mesa glared at him and quickened his pace.They walked towards Museum Road, passed the Buddhist temple-style building No. 18, came to the apartment area, and stopped in front of the flower bed where the professor's apartment could be seen. Prince Chambord sat on the flower bed, lit a cigarette, observed for a while, took out the two keys that Zhimei gave him, stuffed them into Mesa's hands, and gently pushed her: "Don't forget to give me the signal It stands to reason that Teacher Bianba died for three days and had already been cremated. Even if the police wanted to come to the residence to collect evidence, it would have been over long ago, and it was impossible to stay behind.But Prince Chambord feels that since he has been identified by the police as an important suspect in the death of Teacher Bianba and the theft of termas, he should be extra cautious.Before you find the terma and cleanse yourself, you must not let them catch it.

Mesa quickly walked over, took out the key, and quietly opened the door of the professor's apartment. He broke off a branch from the short tree next to the door, and supported the heavy iron door from below so that it would not close again. In the shade of a tree beside the flower bed, a man with a sunken nose and high cheekbones was curled up, and suddenly he stood up and stretched himself.He took out a beautifully carved skull knife from the inner pocket of his black suit, licked the mantra on the knife surface with his tongue, held it in his hand, touched it quietly, and quickly approached Prince Chambord.

Prince Chambord looked intently at the professor's apartment. Suddenly a gust of wind blew the flowers and plants behind Prince Chambord. He looked back vigilantly, stood up, threw away the cigarette, walked forward to a tree, leaned against the trunk, and waited for Mesa's signal. The skeleton killer quickly squatted down and buried himself in the flower bed. After thinking for a while, he put away the skull knife, moved the leather briefcase on his back from the front to the back, and lifted up a heavy flower pot .He wants to knock down or stun the opponent with the flower pot first, and then kill you with the skull knife, which is much easier. He stooped up, and under the cover of a row of holly trees, he rushed to the door of the building and slipped in. Almost at the same time, Prince Chambord saw Mesa draw a circle on the back door of the dark window of Mr. Pemba's residence with his turned on mobile phone.Prince Chambord hurried over and walked into the door of the building. He seemed to hear footsteps on the stairs. He listened carefully, and they disappeared again.He walked slowly with his eyes wide open, step by step, stopping from time to time to look up.Suddenly he saw a black shadow reflected by the light on the wall, and his hair stood on end in fright.He took out his mobile phone, pressed a few times indiscriminately, and said loudly, "Mesa, come down from the top to pick me up, hurry up." Before he finished speaking, a flowerpot flew down from above.The flowerpot seemed to have eyes, and the moment it hit Prince Chambord on the head, it suddenly rolled in the air, aimed at him with the plant side, and the plant swept across his head.Then, with a bang, the flower pot hit the wall.There was a sound of swishing footsteps going up.Prince Chambord regained his composure, kicked the flowerpot, and followed the sound of footsteps to catch up.He came to the door of Bianba's house on the fifth floor, looked up to the sixth floor, pushed the door in, and quickly locked the door from the inside. The room was dark.Panting, Prince Chambord wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, knocked over a chair after walking a few steps, and couldn't help shivering.Mesa came over and dragged him, and walked to the window of the study with ease. With the light from the window, Prince Chambord saw a figure standing in the corner, and shouted: "Who?" He stepped over and grabbed a handful, only to realize that it was a statue of a Bodhisattva. Prince Chambord whispered: "Someone knew I would come here and has been waiting." "Is it the police?" "The police will only catch me, not kill me." "You're not nervous, are you?" Prince Chambord patted his head, which was hurt by plants, and said: "My nerves have never been sensitive, and my feelings have never deceived me. At this moment when I am talking to you, I can still hear the gnashing of teeth of the murderer. Can hear the hissing of the murder weapon, can hear the mysterious advice of "Underground Prophecy": Those who open the door of Seven Tara in the dark room will sacrifice their lives to sin and heaven. Mesa shuddered and said, "Who is this man? Why did he kill you?" "Because I opened the 'Seven Tara Gate'. This is equivalent to telling us that as long as we open the 'Seven Tara Gate', we will face the danger of death. Teacher Pemba must have opened it, otherwise he would not die." Mesa said unhappily: "You have no reason to hold on to Teacher Bianba." "I can only hold on to him, he is the one who hid the terma." Mesa turned on the phone.Guangming led them to the big table in the center of the study.There is a laptop computer on the big table, which is full of books and woodcut sutra leaves, sutra letters, and sutra scrolls, all in Tibetan or Sanskrit.There is a stack of bound handwritten manuscripts in Chinese, pressed by a palm-sized mani stone. Prince Chambord removed the mani stone, looked at the title of the posthumous manuscript and read: ""One Hundred Thousand Magical Delmas: Love as Deep as the Sea"." After turning a few pages, he knew that it was a work on the study of Tibetan mysterious religious poetry. It's not very useful, so I went to look elsewhere.He rummaged through the scripture books on the table, and then went to check the bookcase against the wall. Suddenly a shout came from downstairs: "Don't be afraid, a few more people go up." The two hurried to the window, and were startled when they saw dozens of people standing in the corridor and lawn downstairs in the night, looking up at the Bianba residence, and some were pointing. Prince Chambord said: "We have been discovered, let's go." There was a clatter of footsteps on the stairs. Mesa said, "I can't go anymore, what should I do?" Prince Chambord looked out of the window again: "Why are you yelling? The police won't arrest people like this." Mesa took a closer look and said, "They are all school teachers, what are they going to do?" Prince Chambord said: "Open the door, turn on the light, and ask them what's the matter." Then he got under the big table. No sooner had there been a knock on the door than Mesa presented the room full of light to a large crowd. Those people collectively said "Oh": So it was you?They know Mesa. The leader was Teacher Deyebu, a dwarf from the Department of Tibetan Language. He laughed and said, "I said it wasn't a ghost, but you all insisted that it was Teacher Pemba's ghost. There are no ghosts in the world." Mesa said: "Even if there are ghosts, they are also manifested by Teacher Bianba. I am not afraid." Dejeb added: "You didn't turn on the lights just now, and someone from below saw a ball of fire flickering in Mr. Pemba's house and said it was a ghost." Mesa smiled, took out his cell phone and said, "I'm on the phone." People leave.On the stairs, someone said: "In the middle of the night, it's really brave to stay alone in the house of the owner who just died." Dejeb said: "You didn't go in, how did you know someone?" Mesa slammed the door shut.Prince Chambord got out from under the big table, looked at the electric light and said, "Hurry up and look for it quickly." Prince Chambord walked quickly under the light, looked around, saw an open bottle of wine in the living room, twisted off the bottle cap, and took a few sips.Mr. Bianba’s residence has three bedrooms and one living room. He opened up all three rooms and made them a study and bedroom, leaving only one living room for receiving guests.He lived alone, so the layout seemed simple and applicable. One side of the study room is a bookcase full of scriptures and books, and the other side is a bookcase without books. In the bookcase without books, there are various Buddha statues, ritual utensils, offering utensils, scripture plates, bowls, pots and bottles.On the other two walls, there are some thangkas, embroidered masks, masks, and rosary hanging here and there. On the other side is a row of beautifully carved wardrobes, and there are two mahogany chairs bought from the antique market.The floor was covered with colorful carpets and even more colorful card mats, and this was where Bianba rested and slept. Prince Chambord leaned over to touch the carpet and card mat, stood in front of the computer and asked, "Ms. Bianba uses a computer to write?" "He just used the computer to go online," Mesa said. Prince Chambord turned on the computer and saw that there was no password set, so he scanned all the disks, but found no file, it was empty.He went to the bookcase again, browsed quickly, and opened the scriptures from time to time to have a look. An hour passed quickly. Prince Chambord checked all the places in the study, but found nothing. He looked again at the scripture leaves, scriptures, scriptures, books and a stack of manuscripts on the large table in the center of the study, and found that there were He was holding a letter and wanted to take it out to read, but the hand holding the letter stopped suddenly.He thought maybe the letter served as a bookmark.He opened the posthumous manuscript from the place where the letter was placed, and what he saw was a blank sheet of paper without words. He thought it might be the carelessness of Teacher Bianba, or there was a chapter missing, and he left a blank to fill in later.He looked at the letter again, and found that it was not a letter, but a first-day cover from the Beijing Zoo.He refolded the first day cover and asked: "When was this manuscript finished?" "have no idea." "I don't know? It's 70,000 to 80,000 words, right? It wasn't done in a day or two. As his graduate student, you don't know?" Prince Chambord read the title again. .” Resignedly lighting a cigarette, he took a deep puff.Suddenly a strange smell floated into his nose, he frowned and thought for a while, then quickly looked at his hand, and found a small patch of bright red color on it.Blood?Where did the blood come from?He didn't find a wound on his hand, so he said coldly: "Look around, there is blood in this house." The blood was quickly found, right where Bianba was sleeping. There was a lot of blood, and it had seeped onto the floor.The beauty of the rugs and rugs confuses the view and conceals the evil, which cannot be seen without looking carefully. Mesa's face was pale: "Who, whose blood?" Prince Chambord said: "Whose blood could it be? How could other people's blood come to Mr. Bianba's house?" He walked to the living room, raised his neck and drank the bottle of wine. "We don't know who the murderer is, but the police know who the murderer is, and that's me. The advice of "Underground Prophecy" is 'whoever opens the door of Seven Tara in the dark room will sacrifice his life to sin and heaven'. These are used The 'life sacrifices' don't include you, Mesa, please leave me." Mesa said: "It is impossible for Zhimei and I to leave you. We rescued you from Lama Temple." There was a sound of parking outside the building, very soft, but both Prince Chambord and Mesa heard it.They rushed to the window at the same time. In the morning light outside the window, a Land Rover police car was parked on the side of the road two hundred meters away. Three police officers got out of the car and walked quietly towards the professor's apartment. "Quickly go downstairs." Prince Chambord grabbed Mesa and walked to the place where the study and the living room were connected. He looked back, and his eyes suddenly stopped on Teacher Bianba's laptop. A screen saver appeared on the computer: on the background of the splendid temple, there is a beautiful thangka beauty. Prince Chambord rushed over, unplugged the power, picked up the computer and left. After walking two steps, he returned and picked up the pile of Bianba's manuscripts named "One Hundred Thousand Magical Dema: Love Like the Sea". They came to the first floor quickly. Prince Chambord said, "Knock on the door, I'm thirsty and I want a drink." Mesa knocked "dong dong dong": "Mr. Dejeb, my partner has a stomachache. Is there any hot water?" Teacher Dejeb rubbed his eyes and opened the door: "Yes, yes." He said and walked towards the kitchen. Prince Chambord and Mesa followed, closed the door, and went directly to the living room. Mr. Dejeb brought a glass of water, came to the living room, and saw that the door to the backyard had been opened, and Mesa and Prince Chambord had already turned outside the hollowed-out brick wall.He heard footsteps in the corridor, and hurried towards the cat's eye, saw three policemen walking up lightly, and laughed, "He's here to catch ghosts again? It's ridiculous, what's wrong with having a tryst between a man and a woman?"