Chapter 69 Section 3

As the vice-captain, Bixiu returned to the Lhasa Serious Case Detective Team, as if she had arrived at home. As soon as she entered the door, she shouted: "I'm back." Several of his subordinates surrounded him laughing and laughing.He asked: "Is there any wine? Have you finished it? Buy it, we are going to celebrate today. Wangtou, Zhuoma, sit down wherever you want, this is my place." He said to his subordinates, "This is from Beijing. Police, this is the Interpol, and we partnered all the way to Lhasa. What are you doing in a daze, don’t hurry up.” Bixiu took the initiative to put Prince Chambord and Mesa in a detention room, and said: "You guys discuss it, whether to confess or not to confess, whether to confess thoroughly, or to confess in a hurry."

Wang Yan said, "We can't lock them together, they will collude." Bi Xiu said with a "shh", "What I want is collusion, we have monitoring." Bixiu's subordinates drove a police car, honked their horns and left, and then honked their horns and returned.I used a plastic bag to bring back some air-dried meat, hand-caught lamb, fried beef, spicy tripe, and a pot of beef buns. The wine was 60-degree snow lotus and highland barley white.Someone had already put two desks together in the room next to the detention room. Before anyone could sit down, they filled up all the one-two-deep thick porcelain wine glasses that had been taken out of the drawer one by one.

Bixiu greeted Wang Yan and Zhuoma to take their seats, held up the wine glass and said: "You have stepped into a cheap place, there is nothing to entertain, except wine, drink." Then she drank it all at once, smacked her lips happily and said, "This journey, mother's, I didn't sleep well, I didn't eat well, I endured hardships and stood hard work, and I didn't drink a sip of wine." Wang Yan and Dolma were not used to it, so they refused repeatedly.Unable to refuse, Wang Yan picked up simple chopsticks and stuffed a mouthful of spicy tripe: "We eat, we eat."

Bixiu said: "Eating meat is not considered entertainment, you must drink, and if you don't drink, you will look down on us." Then she ordered her subordinates, "I entrusted two guests to you, you can figure it out." The subordinates began to persuade him to drink, teasing, and insisting.Wang Yan and Zhuoma also reluctantly drank. Bixiu said happily, "Don't be offended. In Tibetan areas, it's normal to drink alcohol during working hours. If you don't drink, it's not work." Soon at night, after the lights were turned on, a policewoman wearing a red agate necklace and a white agate bracelet brought a lunch box and a pot of milk tea to Prince Chambord and Mesa.

Prince Chambord stared at her, and found that her figure and appearance were as good as the only tree on the grassland: "Hey, why didn't you interrogate us?" The female policeman said, "Hello, I don't have a name?" Prince Chambord said, "I don't know your name." The female policeman said, "Ma Nao'er." Seeing that the other party was a little confused, she grabbed her necklace and shook it, "This is this agate. .” Prince Chambord asked again: "There are two policemen who arrested us, where are they?" Ma Naoer said, "Almost drunk."

"I've seen tigers eat antelopes on TV, and tigers don't necessarily kill antelopes right away," Mesa said. Prince Chambord said: "We are not sheep at the mercy of others, we are human beings." Manaoer smiled and said: "Stupid people, the last life of the sheep you despise may be your father. It is the wandering mind in the bardo world that determines your fate. You are a Tibetan. How can you even this Don't understand?" Prince Chambord looked at her in surprise: "You are a policeman, the criminal you arrested might be your grandfather in the last life, and you will still arrest him?"

Ma Naoer said: "Why not arrest? Reincarnation is inseparable from life and death. In the next life, the police will become criminals, and criminals will become policemen. It is not I who control criminals, but Buddhism controls us all. The hand of the police is the hand of Buddhism." hand." Prince Chambord said: "It seems that you are not the government's policeman, you are the Buddha's policeman." Ma Nao'er said: "The police of the government are the police of the Buddha, right? Don't forget that this is Lhasa, and many of them in uniform read 'Mani'."

Prince Chambord started to eat the boxed lunch: "It tastes good, but there is meat. Everyone in the world knows that I don't eat meat anymore, don't you know?" He looked at Mesa, swallowed, and threw the meat aside . Ma Naoer was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and said, "You are quite comprehensive. You can kill, steal, and dig treasures. My father said that you are an expert in the study of Tsangyang Gyatso, and you have written books." "How does your father know about me?" Manauer said: "Many people in the monastery know you now, saying that a murderer named Prince Chambord is digging the terma of the 'Gate of Seven Tara'."

Prince Chambord asked with interest: "So your father is a lama in the monastery?" "He studies ancient scriptures. He is in the monastery all year round, but he is not a lama. He often writes small articles. Tomorrow, there will be an article by my father in the supplement of "Tibet Daily". If you are interested, you can read it." Prince Chambord and Mesa said in disgust almost simultaneously: "We don't read newspapers." Suddenly, Mesa gave Prince Chambord a hand: "The ancient scriptures include terma language." It seems that Ma Nao'er turned around and left immediately just to hear this sentence.

It was late at night, and the next room was still drinking.Mesa couldn't fall asleep, so she took out the translation of Drepung Monastery's "light-transmitting text" that she had copied from his mailbox, and wanted to discuss it with him.Prince Chambord waved his hand and wrote the words "There may be monitoring" on her leg with his finger.Mesa's eyes widened: Really? Prince Chambord said: "Why are we locked together? Just want us to talk." Mesa immediately yawned and said, "I won't tell you, I'm sleepy." There is only one bed in the detention room. Prince Chambord lets Mesa sleep on the bed and sleeps on the table by himself.Then he climbed up the table.

Mesa pulled him down: "You are big, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the table." Prince Chambord had great strength, and pushed her down on the bed with a light push: "I'm a big man, how dare I be more comfortable than you." But Mesa refused desperately, so he had to say, "Then we all sleep on the bed, you sleep Inside, I'll sleep outside. Don't worry, I will keep my promise and be absolutely honest. I won't move you for a while, and I will do what I say." So both of them slept on the bed, not touching each other, back to back.They are all tired people who have been running around for days and feel that they can fall asleep as soon as they lie down, but no, neither of them can fall asleep. They are quiet and awake. Know that the other party is not asleep. Suddenly, Mesa sat up and gave him a push: "Go down, go down, go down." Prince Chambord slipped out of bed and stood in front of her: "What's wrong?" Mesa raised her eyebrows and said, "You did what you said, but it's no good if you can't sleep, you'd better sleep on your desk." Prince Chambord obediently climbed onto the table, curled himself up, and snored after a while.Mesa looked at him bitterly, sighed, and gradually fell asleep. They slept until the next morning when they were woken up by the sound of the door opening. Bixiu walked in, yawned reeking of alcohol, and said, "Have you discussed it, or not?" Prince Chambord asked, "What time is it?" Bixiu said: "You mean that the 24-hour period for interrogation of detainees has reached? Well, when I am ready to arrest you, I will release you immediately. I said that I am a model law enforcement." Ten minutes later, Prince Chambord and Mesa came to the office next to the detention room.The chairs were moved in a mess, and the unfinished food and drinks were still on the table, exuding the smell of pickling overnight.Wang Yan and Zhuoma are also here, probably overwhelmed with alcohol, they all look sallow and weak.They curled up on the sofa and looked at Prince Chambord blankly, trying to stand up, squirming a bit, and that's all. Bixiu said to Wang Yan and Zhuoma: "The twenty-four hours are up, let them go, let them go, and arrest them later." Wang Yan reluctantly nodded.Dolma wanted to say something, but she opened her thick lips with difficulty, and what came out was not words, but a stream of saliva, so she quickly covered it with her hands. Prince Chambord and Mesa frightenedly signed, dipped their red fingers into the red ink bottle and stamped their fingerprints, and walked out of the courtyard of the Lhasa Serious Case Detective Team.Bixiu followed behind, only twenty steps away, with her hands in her trouser pockets, obviously holding a gun. Prince Chambord whispered: "Do you know why they let us go without interrogation? Because the interrogation requires at least three people, and if the interrogation proves not guilty, it will be difficult for Bixiu to do anything. But now, as long as we leave here, Bixiu Immediately, I will go into pursuit, and then use the excuse of arrest to achieve the purpose that cannot be achieved during the detention period, that is, to kill me. What do you say?" Mesa said, "Run, I'm behind and you are in front, so you don't want to shoot me." Prince Chambord said: "Bixiu is a black sword in the corner of the door, and he doesn't care about the consequences for killing people. Killing me but not you, there is still the possibility of opening the 'Gate of the Seven Tara'." Prince Chambord looked around. The Zaki Road in front of him was not a commercial area, and there were few cars and people. If he ran for 30 to 40 meters, Bixiu would catch up, or bullets would shoot over him.He experienced the feeling of a sheep being teased by a tiger, angry, flustered, and terrified, but he still instinctively wanted to catch the moment when the tiger's claws let go, to escape, to escape. He whispered: "Mesa listen to me, now you are sick." "Me? What disease?" Prince Chambord suddenly bent down to pick up Mesa, and returned to the courtyard of the Criminal Investigation Team, crying and shouting: "Help, she has a miscarriage and is bleeding profusely. Come and help me." "Oh my god, how could I possibly have a miscarriage?" Mesa said. Mesa's trousers turned bright red in an instant, and blood dripped onto the ground, which was particularly dazzling in the light of Lhasa, the Sun City.Mesa himself was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he asked tremblingly, "Where did I get my blood, where did I get my blood?" Prince Chambord yelled over and over again.Bixiu came over and looked at the blood on her body and the ground, momentarily at a loss. At this time, the policewoman Manaoer ran out, shouting with the fear and sympathy of a woman: "It's terrible, hemorrhage, hemorrhage, send him to the hospital." As soon as she heard that she was sent to the hospital, Bixiu subconsciously grabbed Prince Chambord. Manao pushed Bixiu away with both hands, and said loudly, "Go get some toilet paper." Bixiu doesn't go.Agate still had to push, so he hurried to it. Manao ran over, opened the door of a Peugeot police car, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car: "Hurry up, get in the car." Prince Chambord put Mesa into the car, went around, and pulled the agate off. The Peugeot police car fled.Bixiu threw away the toilet paper in her hand, chased out of the yard, and fired a single shot.When I turned around and went to chase after him, the car driven by the fugitive had already disappeared at the intersection of Zaki Road, and it disappeared from east to west, north to south. Bixiu angrily returned to the courtyard of the Serious Crime Detective Team, pointed at the manao and shouted, "It was you, you let the criminal escape." Then she slapped the man on the beautiful face. Manaoer staggered and fell to the ground, covered her face and said, "You hit me, what kind of man are you, what kind of deputy captain are you?" In the fleeing Peugeot police car, Mesa asked angrily: "What did you do to me, I bled so much?" Prince Chambord asked, "Where is your pain now?" "Lower body hurts," Mesa said. Prince Chambord took a bottle from his pocket and threw it at her.She recognized it. It was the red ink bottle she had just used when signing and fingerprinting at the office of the Detective Detective Squad. Prince Chambord said: "It was the old woman in Kumbum Monastery who taught me. She saved me with a Jun porcelain vase and a vase of sheep's blood. I saved the two of us with a bottle of red ink. Does it still hurt?" "It doesn't hurt anymore." The Peugeot police car sped across Ramoche Temple Road and arrived at the gate of Xia Mi Yuan.This is a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle. Will the police investigate here soon? Prince Chambord said: "Just wait in the car, you need to change the bloody clothes."