Chapter 68 chapter 2

Prince Chambord and Mesa did not go back to the Saffron Hotel, so they drove the Wrangler to the woods next to Norbulingka, and stayed there half asleep until the next morning.The sun is shining, and the sky is blue and transparent. Lhasa dresses up with extreme cleanliness and sunshine.Mesa's mood didn't seem to be over yet, so she got out of the car and bought breakfast for Prince Chambord to eat.A flatbread and a bowl of beef noodle soup, which is as red as blood, are served in bowls from a halal restaurant opened by Muslims in Qinghai.Prince Chambord shook his head, expressing his lack of appetite.Mesa began to snort and eat.

Prince Chambord opened the door and got out of the car to wander around. He came back soon and showed Mesa a text message on the phone: Quick view mail Mesa asked, "Who sent it?" "It's not a mobile phone, it's a telecommunications station, probably a group message." "Then it should be taken more seriously." "why?" "This is obviously a personal reminder, but it must be sent in groups. It must be to cover up something. Today's telecommunications stations can send any signal as long as they pay for it." Prince Chambord said to himself: "Cover up what? Cover up who sent the message?"

Teacher Bianba's laptop was in the car. When they turned it on, the battery had already run out, so they hurried to find an Internet cafe.A quarter of an hour later, there was a surprise. In Prince Chambord's mailbox, the translation of "translucent text" appeared.This is the "light penetrating script" of Drepung Monastery, the result of their narrow escape. A trace of displeasure flashed across Mesa's face: "So, there is another person who is also an expert in termonology and is very familiar with the ancient terma language. Who is it?" Prince Chambord said: "Obviously this expert or someone ordered by the expert took the 'light-transparent text' from under the Wrangler's seat cushion. Why did he cooperate with us in this way? We are all covered in scars and bleeding faces. Don't listen to his or her instructions, we will go down according to our ideas." But immediately realized that this is impossible, when excavating the terma of the "Gate of Seven Tara", "from the depths of history" Authorization Guide" is the "Supreme Instruction".

Mesa pushed him away from the computer, and quickly copied the content of the "light-transmitting text". In this Internet cafe, in a dark corner, Zhimei and Sorang Banzong crouched behind the partition, staring quietly at Prince Chambord. Sorang Banzong's eyes were always scanning the other party's hair. Her mother asked her to wait for her destined lover in the previous life, a person who came to Tibet this summer to open the "Seven Tara Gate".This person is the owner of the Jeep Wrangler, a man with long hair.And the Prince Chambord she saw now, with his sleek and shiny shawl-length hair, was in line with her mother's instructions and her wishes.

Zhimei said anxiously: "It's too dangerous, I didn't expect them to come here." Sorang Banzon said: "You told them to 'quick email', you should expect them to come to the Internet cafe." "There are so many Internet cafes in Lhasa, but they are crowded into one with us." "It's fate to meet you from thousands of miles away." Zhimei glanced at her vigilantly: "Who met whom?" Solang Banzong walked around the partition and moved forward to get a better view. Zhimei pulled her back: "Don't let them see you."

Solang Banzong said, "They don't know me." Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Zhimei with Lingling eyes, "You lied to me, you are not the owner of the Wrangler, and your hair was not cut in Changdu." Zhimei said: "The important thing is that I have a token for you, the love song of Tsangyang Gyatso, don't you believe in the power of love songs? The power of love songs is my power, and the most real thing is that you desire my control. Think about it Think about the happiness every night, and you won’t stand on this mountain and look at the height of that mountain.” After that, he laughed and scratched her waist, then patted her buttocks.

Solang Banzong trembled sensitively, and immediately softened.Jimmy pulled her into his arms and hugged her gently.In the eyes of others, they are a pair of passionate lovers. "You are so bad, you can actually make up a 'Guidelines for Granting'." "How can it be considered a fabrication? I picked it out of the hexagram." "Do you understand what it means?" "I don't understand, and there is no need to understand. We rely on experts who are familiar with terma language to translate Drepung Monastery's 'light-through script' and my divination. If the result of divination is consistent with the translated 'Guidelines for Prognostication' Yes, it means that Guru Rinpoche and Dakini protectors have taken care of us, and we can move forward without hesitation."

"While you are moving forward, your opponent is far behind." Zhimei smiled triumphantly: "Yes, this is a contest of wisdom and ability. I want to make Prince Chambord lose his direction, lose face, and lose Mesa. You have to remember, all good men should do this, defeat everything, possess everything, Including women, including success and glory." Solang Banzong swayed in Zhimei's arms, trying to leave him, but the soft and boneless struggle became attachment instead.He hugged her tighter. Outside the Internet cafe, there was the sound of parking, and the figures of Wang Yan, Bixiu, and Zhuoma flashed past the door.

Solang Banzong took Zhimei's hand away: "The police are here, I will tell Prince Chambord." "No, there are many shops here, even if the police find the Wrangler in the parking lot, they don't know that the target of arrest is the Internet cafe. Solang Banzong stared at Zhimei's eyes: "It's so gloomy here, as deep as the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. I feel like you want the police to catch them." Zhimei nodded honestly: "I kind of think about it." Prince Chambord and Mesa came out of the Internet cafe and went straight to the shepherd in the parking lot, when they suddenly heard someone shouting: "Prince Chambord." He turned around, saw that it was Wang Yan, pulled Mesa up and ran, but bumped into a car that had been ambushing already. In the arms of Bixiu in front.Bixiu hugged him tightly, and Wang Yan rushed over, grabbed his wrist, and handcuffed him to death with a snap.

Then, Dolma grabbed Mesa's arm. Mesa pushed Zhuoma: "What do you want to do, don't you see that I am a woman?" Dolma asked softly: "Hi Mesa, where is your companion Zhimei?" Mesa immediately stopped pushing and glared at Dolma, as if surprised that a tough policeman with dark glasses and a strong body could speak so softly. Dolma smiled lightly: "My name is Dolma, a goddess, I don't think I will handcuff you." He pointed to the police car, "Get up." Mesa walked over obediently, got into the police car, and looked back at Zhuoma from time to time.Dolma kept smiling.

Over there, Prince Chambord was still pleading recklessly: "You must have wronged us. I swear to the Buddha that I have never killed anyone or stolen cultural relics. Tibetan." Bixiu sneered and said, "Go and inquire. I am a well-known model of law enforcement in Lhasa. The interrogation period for detainees will never exceed 24 hours. Within 24 hours, you will definitely explain." Prince Chambord said, "What if I don't tell?" Bixiu said: "According to the law, you will be released immediately, and then you will be arrested and detained for another 24 hours. If you still do not confess, then you will be released and arrested again." "This repeated arrest and release shows that you have insufficient evidence." Bixiu suddenly shouted: "Is there still little evidence for you? You killed someone in Beijing, and we have evidence. You stole a national treasure, and we also have evidence. You killed a man named Yi Zhuo in Kumbum Monastery in Qinghai. Girl Ram, we have physical evidence." Then, he pulled Prince Chambord to the Wrangler, pointed to the blood, hair, and dents on the bumper that hadn't been cleaned, and asked sharply, "Where did this come from?" Prince Chambord whispered: "Menyu Heijian, you also believe in Buddhism, why are you so shameless to deceive, frame, and frame?" Wang Yan came over. Prince Chambord pointed to the bullet holes in the glass behind the Wrangler and the shattered diamond bell in the car, and said, "This is all a good thing done by the police. You didn't kill me, but you want me to bear your crimes. Lhasa is a Buddha. A gathering place, a Tibetan who believes in Buddhism will not tell lies here." Wang Yan said, "Are you saying there are no lies in Lhasa, but all the truth? All the truth, so there is no truth."