Chapter 37 The King of Enumeration

　　Then the fat man took a piece of paper from the table, then picked up a pen and started writing. You can tell from his appearance that he uses his signature enumeration method.

　　Fatty said, "First of all, we must know where this group of people went. This is a closed temple. It is halfway up the mountain, with snow-capped mountains in the back, and the only way up the mountain in front. The whole temple is also very big."

　　Fatty He drew the shape of a temple, asked me if it was like this, and I helped him fix a few details.

　　Fatty continued: "Look, first, I'm pretty sure they didn't go down the mountain, unless they all jumped or rolled down, I don't think they're that stupid; second, they brought all their equipment, assuming If I'm going to give you a fright, or create a situation where I suddenly disappear, I won't use this method, I'll turn on all the lights, and the lights won't go out, as if we're still chatting, but equipped Take them all. But now, the lights are all off, which means they don't want to confuse you, they don't mind people thinking they left of their own accord, right?"

　　I nodded.

　　Fatty continued: "Since this is the case, they can't go down the mountain from the front, and if you think they can't enter the snowy mountain, then they must have chosen a path that we don't know about."

　　In reality, such reasoning is completely established.

　　I continue to nod.

　　Fatty drew a large circle outside the Lama Temple pattern on the paper: "This Lama Temple must have a mystery that we don't know about, it is located at the connection between the inner world and the outer world. This location is inherently evil, it is very likely It's not as simple as we thought. The Lama Temple may be a station designed by the people inside, so maybe there are some secret passages or secret rooms here."

　　I thought about it and felt that it made sense.

　　The structure of this temple is extremely complex, and there are too many rooms. Even the people living in the temple only move in this area, and they have never been to many areas. Moreover, this temple has a sense of design and is not built naturally on the mountain, that is to say, it has more or less textual research in Feng Shui.

　　I studied architecture, and I have always felt this way, but after all, this is a lama temple, and it is not in my category, so I don't dare to say anything more.

　　Fatty added: "Next, let's see if we can find the secret passage from the actions of those people just now."

　　Fatty marked the room of the Great Lama on the map, and then also included the rooms of Zhang Haike's brothers and sisters and the Germans. On the map, there are several other places where people live.

　　"Look, they're going back to get the equipment," the fat man drew a line and pointed to the route. "The other lamas live here and here. I don't know if their belongings are still there. We can take a look. If they have equipment, too. If they are gone, it means that they have also returned to their rooms before. That is to say, if they have to discuss issues with the Germans, go back to pack their things, and leave so quickly, it is impossible for these people to be mobilized soon. That is to say, they must be within this area of ​​activity when they leave the secret passage here, so that everyone can catch up. We can do an experiment to see how long it takes to run back and forth from these places, and then compare the time when we are trapped. , we can probably find out the route those people took."

　　I looked at Fatty and thought that Fatty's thinking was very clear. I don't know how many times I admired Fatty's thinking. Fatty's thoughts seem to be clearer.

　　But when the fat man said the word sleepy, my heart sank.

　　I looked at the lama who was lying on the ground and thought if this was the case, so I said to the fat man, "This lama is holding a pistol and shooting at us, and then what? He didn't kill us, but he delayed us for a long time. Time. Could it be because of—" The

　　fat man interrupted me immediately: "That's what I thought just now. But it's impossible." He pointed to the scar on his head: "You have to let the bullet go through My forehead, not killing me, is very difficult. This kind of thing can only be said to be an accident."

　　I said: "Maybe he just doesn't want to kill me, it doesn't matter what you say."

　　Fatty thought for a while and said, "This It makes sense." After speaking, he glanced at the dazed Lama on the ground and spit out: "Fuck it, it's really racist, isn't the fat man a human being?"

　　I said to the fat man, "I had an idea just now, so I'll just say it directly. In fact, there are several situations that can resolve all the contradictions in this matter. Let me give an example, the Colosseum in Rome. A tiger and a lion were put in a cage. The tiger was very strong, and the lion was very heavy. They carried the tiger and the lion in, and then put the gladiator slaves in. At this time, there was a tiger, a tiger in the entire Colosseum. A lion, a gladiator, and many, many staff members. If they release the tiger and lion from the cage, what do you think will happen?" The

　　fat man was silent for a while, then said, "I understand, you I mean, they are the staff, we are—we are tigers?"

　　I said, "Wrong, we are gladiators, the tigers and lions were released, and of course the staff had to evacuate immediately." I looked at the window: "The gladiators are in a daze in this temple, the staff are all hiding, maybe, tigers and lions are watching us from somewhere we don't know."

　　Actually, I guess this is a bit ridiculous, because I think if this thing develops like this Very unreasonable. Judging from all the circumstances of the Zhang family, the Germans, and the Great Lama, it is impossible for them to be a complete gang. Otherwise, the time for them to reach a consensus would be too short.

　　Maybe it was another situation. Maybe when the Zhang family was negotiating with the Germans, the lama suddenly ran in and said to them, "Run, there's going to be an accident here." .

　　Wait, is it possible that this lama was sent to inform us, because of some misunderstanding, he thought we were tigers and lions, and then shot us with guns.

　　I sat up and said in my heart that Amitabha Buddha, I was desperate, and it seemed that this explanation made the most sense. Using a pistol to disguise a sniper rifle is inherently wrong. The biggest possibility is that this lama is a layman in shooting, and he acts strangely when he is frightened.

　　I immediately rushed over to see the lama and said in my heart, "Master, I really didn't mean to be a benefactor."

　　This time, I took care of it a lot. In the words of the fat man, I was full of guilt instead of treating the prisoner with preferential treatment. When I massaged this lama with hot water, he suddenly coughed twice and curled up. I helped him up immediately, and the lama woke up and slowly opened his eyes, but he was still very confused for a while.

　　We leaned over, and the fat man patted his face: "Hey, buddy, do you think you discriminate against the fat man?"

　　The man saw the fat man and me again, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he stood up abruptly. But maybe it was because I hit so hard that he got up and immediately fell to the ground and started vomiting.

　　After he finished vomiting, I pulled him up again, he looked at me and Fatty and said, "What time is it now?" He asked me in standard Chinese.

　　I looked at my watch and told him it was going to be full day soon. His face turned extremely pale, he groped the ground to stand up, and said, "It's over, it's dead." Just as

　　I was about to ask him a question, the lama said, "Don't talk, hurry up, hurry up and close all doors and windows Shut them all up. Quick...Quick...Quick!"

　　Maybe it was because the tone and expression of this person's words were too real, and the fear came from the heart, without the slightest pretence, so Fatty and I immediately followed what he said and closed the doors and windows. All closed.

　　We didn't think much about it at the time, because after so many things, we all know that many times people's expressions cannot be disguised. This is almost an instinct, and I can basically immediately tell from the expression of the person whether this is true or whether he has a conspiracy or not.

　　Of course, with the exception of the little brother, his expression is too simple and the material is too little.

　　During the process of closing all the windows, I kept looking out of the window, but I didn't see anything, and it was the same as before. After all the windows were closed, there were only a few lampstands left to illuminate the house, making the house look particularly mysterious.

　　After closing, Fatty walked over and said, "Don't play with us. Originally, I didn't have any ill will towards you, but if you play with me and let me know, you will definitely not be able to eat and walk away."

　　The lama said: "The current situation is all false. In half an hour at most, you will understand that things will only be more serious than what I said. Now you may still have a way to live by listening to me."

　　The fat man looked at me again and said strangely, "Do you have a ghost or something like this? Every year on a certain day of the month, it will come out at dawn. What is so powerful, why should you be so afraid of it?

　　That human being : "What is an evil ghost?"

　　Fatty and I looked at each other, but we didn't quite understand, and the man started to take off his lama robe. I found his body to work very, very well, with well-defined muscles, all muscle fibers like rebar, clearly a well-trained man. As he took it off, he said to us, "Take off your shirt first."