Chapter 21 The Stuffy Oil Bottle Appeared

　　I don't know how long I stayed in that place, I just stood there blankly, looking at this back. I thought to myself what was going on? Did

　　n't he say it would take ten years? How did he come out?

Did he lie to me at all?What is the key to everything, as soon as he left the bronze door, he came directly here? When I turned to the back, the sleepwalking doubt suddenly turned into a kind of frustrated anger plus doubt. Because I found that this is not a person sitting here, this is actually a stone statue.

　　A black jacket was draped over the statue, neatly draped, with a snow cap on his head, which looked exactly like a real person. I was angry that who did such a prank to put a jacket on the stone statue, and what I wondered was why this figure was so similar to the little brother. When I got closer, I saw the true face of the stone statue. It was a simple stone statue carved out of Himalayan rocks. It was very rough and had no details at all, but the whole body was really like a little brother.

　　When I looked at the hands and fingers of the stone statue subconsciously, I found that the carvings were not as fine as the fingers. I looked around. This kind of jacket is very valuable. It is not easy for the ALICE here to get to this place. It is impossible for someone to carry two sets of jackets and leave one here for prank. This jacket must have an owner, and if he wants to go down the mountain, he will definitely come and take it. There was no one around, so I circled around a few times, and then came to the stone statue to check carefully. This kind of feeling is very strange. I have very, very little influence on my little brother. Except for some blurred influences in some photos, I didn't leave anything else during the time I spent with him.

　　It made me feel that I was not friends with him after all.

　　Between things and things, when life has no meaning, can there be real friends. Otherwise, it is a question whether the friends made in the meaning will still exist after the meaning disappears.

　　I lit a cigarette and looked at the unfinished stone statue, thinking that I must ask the Great Lama what this is, but I soon found out that the stone statue was not prepared for carving details, but was halfway through. Work stopped. All the engraved parts have completely different levels of detail. The most surprising part is the face, which must have been the first to be completed.

　　I can see the general expression and the intention of the sculptor from all the forehead detail nicks on the face. I found that the face carved in this stone statue is the face of the little brother. The little brother's face is actually quite distinctive. He is not a person who will drown in the crowd, but these are not what I care about. What I care about is the expression of this face.

　　I found that this face was crying. As I walked a few steps further, I felt more and more horrified. I found that the whole stone statue presented a scene that shocked me - the little brother was sitting on a stone with his head down, and then he was crying.

　　The little brother has never had any obvious expressions, including crying, and even the slightest bit of pain. I never saw him show it. I looked at the stone statue and finished smoking all the cigarettes. After that, I was going to take off the jacket and go directly to the Great Lama to ask about it.

　　But as soon as my hand grabbed the surface of the jacket, I realized that something was not right. When I squeezed the jacket, it was stained with my hand's dirty powder. I carefully continued to unzip the zipper and the opening, and found that it was not a black jacket at all. The original color was unverifiable. It was probably white or red, but because it was too dirty and too old, it became black. This jacket should have been draped on the stone statue for a long time. Judging from the material, it is made of nylon composite material, and it will not be more than three years old.

　　In other words, this jacket was put on the stone statue by someone within three years, and this person never took the jacket back, and no one seems to have found it during this time. Later, I asked the big lama, and the big lama told me that the area where the lamas are active is not very large, and many areas of this lama temple may never be entered by lamas, only the people who built this place have been there. In other words, it is impossible to verify who carved this stone statue and who wore the jacket.

　　The Great Lama helped me ask some people, but nothing came of it, because almost all the lamas said that they hadn't been to that patio almost since they entered the Lama Temple. I believe in the honesty of the lamas. For this place, the lamas who come here are very devout. Their curiosity has long been overcome in the early practice, so they are all in a very simple environment without any desire. In the middle of life, where there is no need to reach, even if there is a door, they will not push it open to take a look.

　　Then, the carving of this stone statue probably occurred in the era of the Great Lama Deren, and the Lama at that time had almost died. It is inferred here that the person wearing the jacket cannot be verified. I thought in my mind, in the era of the Great Lama Deren, in those days of retelling the records, one night, the younger brother would cry secretly in this courtyard?

　　Then, the younger brother's cry was still seen by others. It arrived, and it was carved in secret, and it was put on a jacket in the past three years. There must be a lot of stories here that I don't know, and the days that continued in those days may not be as quiet as I thought.

　　I went back to my room and told the guy to stop reading the material from cover to cover and start flipping through it quickly.

　　I wanted to find any records of "crying," and I myself scrutinized the jacket in the room, looking for any information on its owner.

　　Because I know that as long as there is a breakthrough, I can find a decisive clue. This jacket is from Columbia, an American brand founded in 1938. The sales volume is very large. There are almost all stores selling this brand of clothing all over the world. It seems impossible to start with the brand, and the original color cannot be verified at all.

　　All I can know is that this jacket is XL, and this person is likely to be a man, of course, it may be a stronger woman, but the possibility is much smaller than the previous one.

It will not be a local, because the locals wearing such professional jackets are basically scientific research teams, and the probability of being ordinary people is very small.

　　I went through all the pockets, and in one pocket I found several coins, some foreign coins. I don't know much about foreign coins. I think this time it was a foreigner's jacket. In another pocket, I found a receipt. It was a receipt from a restaurant. I can't guarantee it was a motorcycle restaurant, but Must be a restaurant somewhere in Tibet. In the inner pocket of the jacket, I found a piece of paper wrapped in a waterproof bag.

　　The piece of paper was completely sealed in a waterproof bag, I took it out and found a series of words written in German on it, followed by a series of numbers: 02200059,

　　I gasped and immediately told my buddy to go down the mountain Get someone to translate those German.

　　On the other hand, I was a little anxious. I thought of those Germans, and I immediately called a few lamas and asked them to go to the place where the Germans rested to ask them for help.

　　Several of the lamas knew some German pronunciation, and the German translator helped to translate it, so I knew that the text on the note was:

　　Dear Mr. Zhang, the old box you gave me It has been opened, I understand what you mean, I have also deduced the process of the whole world change you told me, and I understand that the situation you are worried about is already happening.

　　I apologise for what I said earlier, and I hope that what you said about your people's methods will indeed continue to work for some time. This is not a problem my generation can solve, and I will try to convince my friends to keep real hope in the future ten years from now. Hope you still remember us at that time.

　　The next permutation to open the box is 02200059, which should be the last permutation. We are running out of time.

　　I desperately hope to see you or your colleagues as soon as possible. If you see this note, please write a letter to my original address and I will be there immediately.

　　Whoever sees this note, please keep it where it is, we want to get this message across to a very important person.

　　The signature is blank, but a strange emblem of German letters is drawn in place of the signature.