Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Six The Seal of the Lama Temple

I thought that after the fat man got out of the way, I would see something horrifying, but I didn't expect that there was nothing but the steep stairs that I used to go up the mountain.This ladder has been said to be extremely dangerous and very dangerous before, but then I found that there is nothing particularly difficult to climb under the premise of advanced hiking boots and limbs working together. There was nothing at the door, except that the snow had been swept out of a large area. I asked the fat man, "What are you looking at? What did I do in my last life? You want to squeeze me like this."

"You see, although the snow at the door has been swept away, it only reaches the six or seven knots of the stairs, and there is still snow on the stairs further down. We have tossed for a long time, and the footprints when we came up are still there. If the temple Everyone else on the road has gone down the mountain, and the snow must have been spent, but obviously, few people have walked this road in a short time." "You mean these people are still in the temple and haven't been out?" The fat man asked, "Are there any other exits in the temple?" I shook my head, as far as I know there shouldn't be any, otherwise the appearance of Poker Bottle wouldn't have caused that level of surprise.If there are other exits, it may only be in the direction of entering the snow mountain.

Sure enough, the fat man said again: "Then, either these people are still in the temple, or the fuck has gone to the place where the little brother came?" I shook my head, it's impossible, it doesn't make any sense, we haven't left Zhang Haixing and Zhang Haike for a long time, how did they reach a consensus in such a short period of time, and then set off immediately?Unless they all grew up on Viagra, their emotions are particularly intolerable. What's more, not only are they gone, but those lamas are also gone. Lamas don't know how to take Viagra, do they? The fat man clicked his tongue a few times, and suddenly realized that there was another person on his back, and said, "I almost forgot about him, it's useless to think about it, wake this guy up first, he might know something. I feel a little gloomy in my heart, and I always feel that something is wrong, as if these people are really ghosts, and they are here to show me a play."

It was too cold outside and we went back to the temple again.The fat man said: "Since there are no people there, don't go back to your room. It's too dangerous. We can't find the firewood room we stayed in just now. It's too messy and terrible. Let's go to the big lama, big lama." The conditions there are particularly good, let's go into his back room and have a look, maybe there are many treasures in his bedroom." I said: "Here you go again, you can fight, but you can't steal things from living people, it's too nasty." The fat man said: "Damn it, I just took a look, and in this situation, we are also considered search and rescue personnel, and it is not a bad idea for the search and rescue personnel to use the property of the searched and rescued person to raise funds."

I knew it was useless to argue with him any more, there must be a lot of fallacies, so I went straight in. I went back to the big lama's courtyard again, entered the chatting place before, put the lama on my back on the ground, and then I lit all the charcoal stoves and oil lamps. The person we knocked out seemed to be in worse condition. Although the blood from his nose and ears was congealed, his eyes began to bleed non-stop. I was a little dizzy and wondered if he really killed someone this time. ?But why do I feel that when I hit him with the lamp on the head, I didn't use too much force, but I still kept my energy?Even if the sound is scary, it should not be enough to kill people.When the little brother hit someone before, his hand was called black, and he didn't kill anyone. Could it be that there is a knack for using a murder weapon to deceive people?

I went to the yard to get some snow and melted it on the stove. I found a cloth and moistened it. I wiped the blood from the Lama’s nostrils and ears, and then covered his eyes, hoping that the bleeding would not continue.Hearing that he was still breathing and his heart beating during this process, he was temporarily relieved. The fat man kept rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, searching for belongings, but only found a few passbooks.He kept cursing, saying that the lamas nowadays have no style at all, and they don’t pile up some gold at home and put it all in the bank. Don’t you know that the renminbi is devalued internally?While he was cursing, he didn't give up, and he turned all the way, not even letting go of the jar in the corner.

What did I say, do you think the Great Lama is a miser?Hide all your money in these places.He said that I misunderstood. He was hungry and couldn't get money. At least he had to see if there was something to eat.After coming here for a few days and eating local food, he was getting tired of it.After working for a long time, I really found a bag of something for the fat man. When I opened it, it seemed that some kind of plant was dried in the sun, and it smelled very fragrant.The fat man chewed on one, sat next to me and said, "Eat some too. We'll figure out something when we're full. Haven't you heard of it? Three big fat men are the best of Zhuge Liang."

I also took a few bites, and the taste was really good.At this time, the surrounding area became warmer, the doors and windows were closed, and I felt that the house was quite safe, so I said to the fat man, "Let's think about what's going on from the beginning. You said before that you still have something to tell me. Now you can Have you said it?" The fat man took a sip of tea and said, "Do you remember that when Zhang Haixing and I pretended to be that Monba man and talked with Zhang Haixing, I said a few words of Tibetan? Actually, what I said was a very unpopular local dialect called Galai dialect." , especially like Monba dialect, but it’s not. There are no more than 3,000 people who can speak Galai dialect. I don’t know how to say these words. I memorized them myself. , I just know that I am reciting it blindly, but even if outsiders know Monba, they can’t be sure of my accent. It took me a lot of brain cells to memorize these broken words. At that time, Zhang Haixing asked me in Monba, so I planned to pretend Cheng local people who can't speak Monba dialect fooled it. The Galai people are a smaller minority than the local minority, so they definitely don't understand.

"It's just that I thought she would tell others that she didn't understand, but not only did she not show that she didn't understand, but she even explained it nonsense," the fat man hiccupped, "This is a bit strange. " I frowned: "What do you mean?" The fat man said: "If she was really fooled and thought I was a local, she would definitely tell Zhang Haike that she didn't understand what I said, but she didn't. Instead, she pretended to understand and relayed the meaning of Monba's words. This shows that there is something wrong with Zhang Haixing. There are several possibilities, the first is that Zhang Haixing does not want others to know that she does not understand Monba.”

"Why is this? Could it be that she is a particularly vain person?" I asked, thinking that the Zhang family would definitely overcome this relatively low-level weakness in their childhood.Then, it can only be another situation, that is, other people know that she can speak Moinba, but she can't. This shows that Zhang Haixing may be a fake, or Zhang Haixing knows that the fat man is fake and wants to help us. I frowned as I thought about it, "But the way she got angry before doesn't look like a fake." The fat man said: "Have you ever thought about what my brother looks like normally, but what does he look like when he pretends to be a human? These people are all fucking movie kings and queens."

The scene of the Oscar awards ceremony suddenly appeared in my mind. My brother and Zhang Haixing were on stage at the same time to accept the awards and proclaim themselves emperor and empress. There are actually problems on the inside." The fat man nodded: "I think there may be mutual infiltration, but this matter is of great importance. I can't say for sure how. If we find them, we can't fully trust them yet." I nodded, thinking too confusedly, the various struggles and secret investigations earlier must have been infinitely entangled with various forces, if there are even problems within the Zhang family, it means that the degree of entanglement is far beyond our imagination , Moreover, it is definitely not something that can be dealt with by making a whistleblower. Now that this is the case, I have a question: what is the purpose of all this?All the things I have experienced are complicated, but the various turns are not logical. If this is a scene, the director seems to have some problems in his mind, or the performance technique is too high-end, I can't understand it. The fat man thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Actually, I have some eyebrows, but you might not like to hear them if you tell them." I asked why, and the fat man said, "Wait a minute, I'll get a piece of paper and draw it for you." .”