Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Seeing Strange Things in the Palace

Although Nepal is a small country, its palace architecture is splendid and magnificent.Accompanied by the middle-aged man, I walked through a hall, and then walked forward along a long corridor. At the end of the corridor, there were two rather large mahogany doors, and four guards stood outside the doors. As soon as the four guards saw us approaching, they immediately shouted, and the two doors opened inside. I looked up and saw Bain at a glance. Yes, Barin, the murderer! No matter how many times I was asked to make estimates in advance, I would never have guessed that I would see Bain in the palace!In my imagination, Baie should be on death row, or in the police station under severe questioning.But things are quite the opposite.Not only is Bain in the palace, but he is also wearing extremely gorgeous clothes. He is sitting in front of a long table, which is full of food. Bain is flying his hands together, devouring food. Beside the table, there are Several men in uniform waited on him.

When I saw such a scene at the door, I almost suspected it was a hallucination after the back of the head was injured.I pointed at Bain: "He...he..." At that moment, I really thought that Bain was the king of Nepal!If that's the case, it would be too legendary. Just when I was stuttering, the middle-aged man said: "This is Mr. Bain, you have seen it before!" I was so surprised that I couldn't even say "he is a murderer", so I repeated the word "he" five or six times, and the middle-aged man half pushed me and walked over. Bain, who was devouring it, winked at me and made a strange face. Of course, I would not act rashly before I figured out what was going on, I just stared at him.The middle-aged man was very polite, and led me to another door, knocked on the door, and there was a solemn sound of "come in" from the door.

The middle-aged man pushed open the door and let me in sideways.Inside the door is a study room, a traditional British style, with bookshelves on all four walls, and a person sitting behind a large table.Although that person is not very popular internationally, he is the head of state after all. I can recognize him at a glance. He is the king of Nepal. The king looked very simple and honest, and he didn't seem to have any airs.Apart from the well-cut clothes on his body, there is nothing unusual about him.And as soon as I entered, he stood up, came out from behind the desk, walked towards me, shook hands with me warmly, and looked at me at the same time.

When shaking hands, it was he who spoke first: "I'm glad you're here, Mr. Wei!" I also politely said a few words, and the king let go: "Mr. Wei, before you came, I did my best to collect some information about you!" I pushed my hand away: "I have nothing shady. It's too easy to find my information. Interpol Headquarters has it!" The king said: "Exactly, that's where we got your information, and we also know that you have participated in many mysterious incidents, and our evaluation of you is: You are a gentleman who can be absolutely trusted!"

I laughed: "Thank you!" The king made a gesture and asked me to sit down.I sat down on the solid leather sofa with oak armrests, and the king sat opposite me: "Mr. Wei, I consider you a gentleman, and I make a request to you, and I hope you agree." From the king's demeanor and tone, I knew that what he asked for must not be simple, so I didn't agree to it outright, but only answered him with a diplomatic command: "Please tell me, I will do my best!" The king took a deep breath, stared at me, and looked very serious: "My request is: please leave immediately, no matter what you have encountered here, whoever you have met, please completely forget it, and never Bring it up in front of anyone, not even yourself, and don't even think about it!"

The king's English is standard, he speaks slowly and solemnly, and I can hear every word clearly. By this time, I finally understood why the king wanted to see me in person!Because of such a request, if any senior official asked me, I would definitely punch it!But no matter how bad my temper is, I am always ashamed to be violent in front of the monarch of a country. I just stood up abruptly, naturally full of anger in my heart.But when I saw the king looking up at me with sincere expectation, the anger in my heart turned into extreme doubt.I made up my mind: "Can I know what it is for?"

The king's answer was very simple: "No!" I clenched my hands into fists and took a step back.The king also stood up: "I am making this request to you. It is a kind of respect for you. Nepal is an ancient country. There are some things that are so old that you can't understand them at all. So, please set off immediately, your Luggage is already at the airport!" Under such circumstances, I really had nothing to say. I kept spreading my hands, trying to say something, but I never said anything.The king said again: "I personally like meeting you very much. Maybe in the future, we will have the opportunity to meet in other places."

I smiled bitterly: "Okay, I promise you!" The king looked very happy: "By the way, you are an absolutely reliable gentleman!" My smile is getting more and more bitter, because of this damn "title", I'm afraid I will be tortured by doubts that fill my heart for the rest of my life!At that time, I sincerely agreed and prepared to leave.Then I changed my mind, only because of a grimace from Bain. The king yelled, and the middle-aged man opened the door. The king said, "Please send Mr. Wei to the airport!" The middle-aged man agreed and walked out with me. At that time, Bai Yin was drinking a glass of wine and made a proud face at me.

This grimace made my anger rise.No matter what the king's reason for wanting me to completely forget what happened, there is no doubt that Bain killed someone.And let a murderer go unpunished, but also complacent, this is not in line with my fundamental principles of life, I would rather not be an "absolutely trustworthy gentleman" but a villain who goes back on his word once! When I walked out of the palace, I had already made up my mind that I would leave, but come back immediately!No matter what dark secrets there are between this gentlemanly king and that seemingly rogue Bain, I have made up my mind, and I will come back to find out.

Moreover, there are Bai Lai's death, Xin Ni's mysterious attitude, all these questions need to be resolved! (At that time, I never connected the death of Bai Lai with the king and Bain, thinking that they were two completely different things. It was only later that I realized that there were innumerable and intricate relationships between the two things. That's something for later, let's not mention it for now.) The middle-aged man took me out of the king's study, and it was still two officers and twenty guardsmen in bright uniforms who escorted me out of the palace and straight to the airport.In name, I was sent away, but in fact, I was escorted away.Not only was I escorted to the airport, but the two officers and the middle-aged man also escorted me on the plane and flew to India before leaving me very politely.

This has strengthened my determination to go back. To be honest, I am very angry because the king of a country is not as generous as he said in his mouth. He really trusts me. Since he treats me like that, I might as well "Little" people" once!After arriving in India, after I stayed in a big hotel, the first thing I did was to call Bai Su. After the call was connected, the person answering the call was Lao Cai, and Lao Cai said on the phone: "Madam has gone to South America! The day after you left, a professor in South America──" I said, "It's Professor Lida!" Lao Cai said, "Yes, that's him. The professor made a long-distance call. My wife listened to the call and left the next day! My wife told me, if you come back—" I was very puzzled, and felt that Lao Cai was talking too much, so I interrupted him: "What did Madam leave, please tell me quickly, I can't come back for the time being." Lao Cai said: "The madam said that she will meet with that—professor, and told you to meet her as quickly as possible." I was stunned for a while, I didn't know why Bai Su was so eager to see Professor Li Da, and why he was so anxious to ask me to go too.I really can't think of a reason for it.Professor Lida asked me to go to Nepal to find his son. I encountered a series of strange things in Nepal and knew that his son was dead.I still have no idea about this series of strange things. What happened to Professor Lida? Since I have no idea at all, it is useless to rely on imagination alone, and the place where Professor Lida lives cannot be contacted by communication at all-from this point of view, it is certain that something extremely serious must have happened there, otherwise , he wouldn't leave the jungle to reach me on the phone. I thought for a while, and I had to tell Lao Cai on the phone: "I have something to do, so I can't go to meet my wife. If my wife calls home, you tell her that I encountered some strange things in Nepal. If you understand these things, maybe It will take a long time!" I said something, and Lao Cai agreed, and finally I said: "If my wife calls back again, and you ask her to leave the method of contacting her, I will try my best to contact her!" Lao Cai agreed again, and I gave a few more solid instructions before putting down the phone.Lying in bed, planning how I would go back to Nepal again.Originally, I had enough questions in my mind, but now that Bai Su has suddenly arrived in South America, I don't know what happened to Professor Lida, and I am even more upset.I originally wanted to invite Bai Su to come here, because the matter here must be troubled to the king in person, and the matter must be far from simple.Now, it seems that I am the only one left to explore the mystery alone. Of course, I can no longer enter Nepal openly. I believe that the Nepali side must have blacklisted me, but that doesn't mean there is no way. I'm not busy, so I need to figure out something first: develop and print the photos I took. I took a break, left the hotel, and found a photo-finishing shop.Knowing how ordinary Indians do things, I tore a few banknotes in half, handed half of them to the clerk, and told him that the sooner they were developed, the sooner they would get the other half. Then, back at the hotel, I started connecting with my friends in India. Before making contact, I thought about who could help me with my problem.The first thing I thought of was Dr. Munley. I know that he has extremely deep research on the history of Nepal, Bhutan, and Sikkim, and he is also an authority on folklore in these areas.Then I thought of Mr. Ba Zong, a very eccentric scholar. He is a religious authority in the Indian subcontinent. The strange statue I saw in the stone chamber may be a god worshiped by an unpopular religion. Mr. Ba Zong should be able to give me the answer. Because of Mr. Bazon's eccentric temper, he was reluctant to come out to meet guests, so I first asked Dr. Munley to go to Bazon's house together.Dr. Munley agreed immediately, and I will contact Bazong again. Bazong, a weird man, heard my voice on the phone and seemed very happy, asking me to go immediately.When I told him that I also had an appointment with Dr. Munley, he said angrily, "Why did you ask him out? What else does this man know other than cheating the university authorities and getting a high salary?" I tried my best to use a tactful tone: "I have something to ask him to answer, so you can do me a favor!" Ba Zong snorted, but finally didn't say anything.I was relieved and bought time to rest for two hours. Dr. Munley came, and I left the hotel with him and took the stack of photos first.The photo came out great, and I gave the clerk the remaining half of the bill as a reward for his quick work. Then, go to Bazon's house with Dr. Munley.When Bazon welcomed us into his study, he didn't even pay attention to Dr. Manley. I had to apologize to Manley, but Manley didn't care much. I think it was because Bazon's status in the academic circle was higher than his. Gao, he was already very happy to see Ba ​​Zong. We sat down in Bazon's study full of old and new classics. When Dr. Manley wanted to move a stack of books from a chair and sit in this chair, Bazon yelled: "Don't Move my book!" Mangli withdrew his hands in fright, and had to sit on the ground. In order to avoid the embarrassment of the atmosphere, I first took out the stack of photos and showed Bazong.Ba Zong took it and looked at three of them before he became very angry: "What is this? I don't know anything about modern metal sculptures!" I hurriedly pointed to the photo: "Look at this stone platform and the candles around it, this is an altar, and those piles of things are worshiped as a kind of god!" Bazong laughed loudly: "Worshiping these gods must be Americans." I shook my head and said, "No, it's Nepalese!" Bazong laughed again: "Nepalese American!" I took a breath: "No, authentic Nepalese." Bazon glanced at me, then finished looking at the photos: "Where the hell did you take those photos?" I said, "I can't say the exact location. First, it's an ancient temple seventy miles east of Kathmandu." Ji Zong immediately said: "Xingqicha ancient temple, I visited this ancient temple three years ago, and suggested that the Nepalese government should repair this ancient temple. The history of this ancient temple can be traced back to—" I hastily interrupted Bazong, because I knew that once he described the origin of religion, he could talk for hours on end. I hurriedly said: "These photos were not taken in that ancient temple, but It is about eighty or ninety miles north of the ancient temple, in a small temple with a rather weird style." As I said, I took a piece of paper and drew the outline of the square stone room with a pen.Bazong stared at me: "Are you kidding? I dare say that there is no such building in the whole of Nepal!" I smiled wryly: "Yes, under this stone room, there are seven floors of basement! Very mysterious!" Ba Zong shook his head blindly, but when he shook his head, I kept nodding my head. The two confronted each other for a long time before Ba Zong suddenly said to Manli: "What do you think? Why didn't you say a word?" Dr. Munley was flattered, and hurriedly said: "I don't know that there is such a building in Nepal, it sounds impossible!" Ba Zong snorted: "What seems impossible! It's impossible at all. It's Wesley's fantasy. I knew it would be useless to ask you!" Dr. Munley was robbed, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and dared not say anything more.I said: "There is no need to argue, because I have been to that place, I was attacked, and I was trapped in the lowest stone room. The lowest stone room must not have any light!" Bazong suddenly became excited, patted his thigh, and shouted: "Dark Cult! The local dialect is Kedahel Cult! The followers of this Cult worship darkness, and there can be no light!" He paused: "But I always only I know that this kind of cult has followers in southern India, but I don’t know that it also exists in Nepal! Moreover, the god of darkness they worship is not like a pile of rotten iron!” I sighed: "Among the ethnic groups in Nepal, is there a group with a very small number?" Manli hurriedly said, "Yes, the Yema tribe in the Himalayas only has more than 700 people." I said: "More than seven hundred? That's too much, I mean, there are only two people, and now there is only one person left!" Manli's eyes widened, unable to answer, Ba Zong sneered: "Ask him! What does he know!" Manli felt unbearable: "Mr. Ba Zong, you also can't answer Wei's question!" Bazong suddenly became angry, and said loudly: "Why can't I answer? My answer is that there is no such temple at all!" Manli also said angrily: "Who wouldn't answer like this? I would too, Wei, there is no such clan!" I saw these two scholars as if they were about to fight, and hurriedly stopped them: "The people in this clan seem to have a certain relationship with the king of Nepal. The king is very protective of him. Even if he kills someone, he can get away with it. You can eat and drink in the palace!" Manli listened to my words, opened his eyes wide, and shook his head as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: "Impossible! The king of Nepal is hereditary and ordered to protect the people of Nepal. But the modern king , how could it be possible to protect a murderer!" I sighed, I know, the meeting with Manli and Bazong was fruitless.Neither of them could give me any answers to my questions.If the two of them can't give me the answer, who else in the world can give me the answer?Professor Skan from Sweden may be able to, but I can't go to him. Perhaps, it is always possible to make a phone call with him. He is an authority on Eastern religions. I didn't leave Bazon's residence right away, and was delayed for nearly three hours. During these three hours, Bazon showed me various theological books, and kept arguing with Manli. Then, He shoved the stack of photos back into my hand: "You try to fool me, and it's never going to work! You have to fool someone like him!" When Bazon said this, he pointed at Dr. Munley.Manli was so angry that his face turned purple.Fearing that the two of them would really fight, I hurriedly dragged him away from Bazong's residence. Dr. Munley and I returned to the hotel, and I asked him many more questions, but to no avail.And he didn't seem to believe much of what I said at all. I know that to solve the mystery of the mysterious connection between Bain and the king, I can only rely on my own efforts!This mystery may be a secret that has been going on for a very long time, and no one knows it except the person involved!After seeing off Dr. Munley, I began to prepare to leave. Three days later, I arrived in Darjeeling, where I lived for half a month.During these two weeks, I didn't wash my face, I didn't shave my head, and I wore an old blanket on my body. Apart from smoking marijuana, I just "meditated".After half a month, I have completely become a hippie and mixed with other hippies. The closest to me are a few Japanese hippies.Then, when a large group of hippies entered Nepal, I mixed in and, without a hitch, arrived in Kathmandu. After returning to Nepal, I went to the ancient temple immediately without staying for a moment.That's where I met Zinny.The purpose of my return to the ancient temple is, of course, to find Xinni. Things went smoothly, beyond my expectation.It was in the evening when I arrived, and hundreds of hippies gathered in the ancient temple were holding a ceremony. Dozens of people were surrounded in the center, doing movements of extremely free stretching of the body, while making arbitrary noises. the call.This kind of situation, to normal people, would be surprising, but fortunately, I am not surprised, I am used to it.When the rest of the people kept calling out, I was also calling out. While paying attention to all the people under the light of the torch, and trying to find someone to ask about Zinny's whereabouts, I saw Zinny. Among the dozens of people, Sinney was easily identifiable because he was short and had a scant beard.When I saw him, he was desperately shrinking his body, as if he wanted to squeeze himself into a ball, and he called out "Hehe".Under the light of the fire, the expression on his face was extremely painful. As soon as I saw Xinni, I felt inexplicably happy. I squeezed through the crowd and came to his side. Xinni didn't seem to know that someone had come to him, but he kept screaming and shrinking his body desperately.Originally, I wanted to give him a big drink to wake him up, and start questioning him immediately.But after I got to him, I changed my mind.I also started yelling, rolled on the ground, and rolled to Sinney's side. As soon as I reached out, I grabbed the back of his neck and pressed my thumb hard on the aorta of his right neck. Pressing the aorta next to the neck hard to reduce the blood flow to the brain is one of the effective ways to make people drowsy.Shinni was completely unprepared. I saw him roll his eyelids feebly, and his cry gradually died down. In such a chaotic situation, no one paid attention to my actions at all. I guessed that Xinni had passed out, so I let go of him, carried him on my shoulder, and walked away while shouting loudly.Until reaching the depths of the ancient temple, in a small room full of musty smell, the noise outside could not be heard.This small room, probably the place where the monks in the original temple used to meditate, was perfect for my questioning of Sinney. I threw Xinny to the ground heavily, and then went to close the door. The small room was pitch black. I lit a cigarette, took a puff, and kicked Xinny hard on the head.