Chapter 36 The Seal of the Lama Temple

　　I thought that after the fat man got out of the way, I would see some terrifying sight, but I didn't expect anything, just the steep stairs that I often walk up the mountain. This ladder was said to be extremely dangerous, very dangerous, but then I found out that with advanced hiking boots and limbs working together, there is nothing particularly difficult to climb.

　　There was nothing at the door, only the snow was swept out of a large area, I asked the fat man, "What are you looking at? What did I do in my last life and you have to squeeze me like this."

　　"Look, although the snow at the door has been swept away. But it was only up to the sixth or seventh section of the stairs, and the snow on the stairs was all there. We had tossed around for a while, and the footprints were still there when we came up. If everyone else in the temple went down, the snow must have been gone. Stepping on flowers, but obviously, not many people have walked this road in a short time."

　　"You mean these people are still in the temple and haven't gone out?"

　　Fatty said: "Is there any other exit in the temple?"

　　I shook my head, as far as I know there should be no, otherwise the appearance of the stuffy oil bottle would not have caused that level of surprise. If there are other exits, it may only be in the direction of the snow-capped mountains.

　　Sure enough, the fat man said again: "Then, either these people are still in the temple, or the motherfucker has gone to the place where the younger brother came?"

　　I shook my head, it is impossible, it doesn't make sense, we didn't leave Zhang Haixing and Zhang Haike for 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, the emotions are particularly unbearable.

　　What's more, not only are they gone, but those lamas are gone too. Lamas don't always eat Viagra, right?

　　Fatty tutted a few times, and suddenly realized that he was still carrying a person on his back, and said: "I almost forgot him, it's useless for us to think about it, wake this guy first, he may know something. I feel a little gloomy in my heart, and I always feel that something is not right, like these people are really ghosts, and they are performing for me here."

　　It was too cold outside and we went back to the temple again. The fat man said: "Since everyone is gone, don't go back to your room. It's too dangerous. We can't find the firewood room where we were just now. It's too messy and bad. Just go to the big lama, the big lama. Where the conditions are particularly good, let's go into his back room to see, maybe there are a lot of treasures in his bedroom."

　　I said: "You come again, you can fight, but you can't steal things from living people, Mrs. It 's too much."

　　Fatty said: "Damn it, I just have a look, and in this situation, we are also search and rescue personnel, and it is not unreasonable for search and rescue personnel to use the property of the searched and rescued personnel to raise funds."

　　I know that I will argue with him again . It's useless, there must be a lot of more fallacies, so I went straight in.

　　I went back to the big lama's yard again, went to the place where I chatted before, put the lama on my back on the ground, and 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 had congealed, his eyes started to bleed non-stop. I was a little dizzy and wondered if he really killed someone this time. ? But why do I think I didn't use too much force when I held the lamp and smashed it on his head, but I still kept it strong? Even if the sound is scary, it shouldn't be enough to kill someone. When the little brother beat people before, his hand was called black, and he never killed anyone. Is there a trick to using a weapon to deceive people?

　　I went to the yard to get some snow and put it on the stove to melt it. I got a cloth to dampen it, wiped the blood from the lama's nostrils and ears, and then covered his eyes, hoping it wouldn't continue to bleed. During this process, I heard that he was still breathing and beating, and he was temporarily relieved.

　　Fatty kept rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, searching for belongings, but only found a few passbooks. He has been swearing, saying that the current lamas have no style at all, and they don't pile up some gold in the bank and put it all in the bank. Don't they know that the RMB is devaluing domestically? He didn't give up while scolding, and turned all the way, even the jar in the corner.

　　What do I say, do you think the Great Lama is a miser? Hide all your money in these places. He said I had misunderstood. He was hungry and couldn't get any money. At least let's see what to eat. After coming here for a few days to eat local food, he was almost tired. After working for a long time, I really found a package for Fatty. I opened it and saw that it was dried by some kind of plant, and it smelled very fragrant. The fat man chewed one of them, sat next to me and said, "You can eat some too. We'll try to find a way to do it. Haven't you heard of it? Three big fat men, one Zhuge Liang."

　　I also ate a few . Mouth, the taste is really good. At this time, the surroundings were getting warmer, the doors and windows were closed, and I felt that the house was quite safe, so I said to Fatty, "Let's start over to figure out what's going on, you said before that you didn't tell me anything, but now it's okay. Did you say it?" The

　　fat man took a sip of tea and said, "Do you remember when I pretended to be that Monba person with Zhang Haixing, and when I talked to Zhang Haixing, I said a few words in Tibetan? Actually, what I said was a very unpopular local language It's called Galai dialect, which is especially like Monba dialect, but it's not. There are no more than 3,000 people who can speak Galai dialect. This is not something I can say by myself. As soon as I heard my accent, I knew that I was blind, but even if people from other places knew the Monba dialect, they could not understand my accent. It took me a lot of brain cells to memorize these broken words. At that time, Zhang Haixing asked me about the Monba dialect. , so I'm going to fool the local people who don't speak Monba. Galai people are more ethnic than the local ethnic minorities, and 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 did not understand, but she also explained nonsense," the fat man burped, "this is a bit strange. "

　　I frowned: "What do you mean?" The

　　fat man said: "If she was really deceived and thought I was a local, she would definitely tell that Zhang Haike that she didn't understand what I said, but she didn't. Instead, she pretended to understand and relayed Monba's words." mean. This shows that there is something wrong with this Zhang Haixing. There are several possibilities. The first is that this Zhang Haixing does not want others to know that she does not understand Monba. "

　　"Why is this? Is she 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 Monba, but she doesn't.

　　This shows that Zhang Haixing may be a fake, or that Zhang Haixing knows that Fatty is fake and wants to help us.

　　After thinking about it, I frowned and said, "But it doesn't look like she's angry before." The

　　fat man said, "Have you ever thought about what little brother looks like, but what does he look like when he pretends to be a man? These people are all his mother's best actresses and actresses."

　　The Oscar ceremony suddenly appeared in my mind, the little brother and Zhang Haixing came to the stage to accept the award as emperor and queen at the same time, and immediately shook their heads to dismiss this strange thought. Now, he said to Fatty: "So, there are actually problems within the Zhang family." Fatty nodded: "I think there may be mutual infiltration, but this matter is very important, and I can't say how it is now. If we find out They can't fully trust them yet."

　　I nodded, thinking that I was too confused. The various struggles and secret investigations earlier must have been infinitely entangled with various forces. If there is even a problem within the Zhang family, it means the entanglement The extent is far beyond our imagination, and it is definitely not something that can be dealt with by whistleblowing.

　　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 twists and turns are not logical. If this is a scene, there seems to be something wrong with the director's mind, or the performance is too high-end, and I can't understand it.

　　Fatty thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Actually, I have some eyebrows, but you may not like to hear it." I asked why, and Fatty said, "Wait a minute, I'll get a piece of paper and draw it for you to see. ."