Rude told the story,
"About half a month ago, they seemed to have captured a very important person, and the guard was very tight." Zhang Zhuoxun frowned when he heard this. It seems that the two guys sent by Anjing Headquarters are not fuel-efficient lamps. Could the person caught be Aning?
If An Ning is really kidnapped by people from Jingjing Company, then when everyone gathers together, the Germans will definitely bring her over. After all, with Yue Ya around, the Germans will definitely think that there is no relationship between themselves and An Ning. There is a relationship, whether it is used as a threat or in exchange for benefits, there is always a purpose.
And it is not difficult to see from Rude's words that the other party attaches great importance to the person they caught.
"Do you know whether the person captured by the two superiors is a man or a woman?" Zhang Zhu asked. Rude shook his head,
"I don't even know the location of the stronghold they set up alone. It's very confidential, let alone meeting people." Unable to ask more questions from Rude, Zhang Zhuxun had no intention of wasting time. He stood up and picked up the wooden box and said to Deren nodded and said, "I'll leave it to you." Deren smiled slightly.
"Don't worry, Xia Shunruo." Probably because of Zhang Menyu's level, Deren no longer called Zhang Shuxun politely at first.
"Distinguished guest from afar" was replaced by a more friendly title with the meaning of his Tibetan name.
"Xia Shunruo". Tibetan calls Han people
"Jia",
"Jia" is also the same
"summer",
"Shunruo" is the transliteration of "empty" in Buddhist language, which means sky, emptiness and purity, and clarity and clarity. It is also empty, empty, and non-existent, which means that things are illusory and unreal, or the rational body is empty, silent, and clear. This
"Empty" is a description of the changes in everything in the world. Deren immediately waved behind him, and two taller, stronger and somewhat unusual lamas walked out of the darkness. They stepped forward and bowed to Zhang Shuxun before knocking Rude out and taking him away.
Zhang Zhuoxun looked at the two lamas, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Deren.
"It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in your temple." Deren continued to smile,
"Xia Shunruo praises you, just be prepared for trouble." It seems that the sudden death of the previous Naruhito greatly stimulated him. After knowing the significance of Naruhito, he must also understand that the death of the previous Naruhito will not be that big. So simple.
When the lama approached, Rude stretched his neck in cooperation and said something long-winded,
"Master, please find me a doctor who can treat fractures. My arm is broken. In order not to affect my ability to support my family in the future, I cannot be disabled." Zhang Zhuxun turned around and looked back at him with a sneer.
"For acting so dedicatedly, your boss should give you a lot of bonuses. It's just an arm. What does it matter if it's useless or not?" Rude's face suddenly changed, and his whole body tensed up, but he relaxed consciously. He came down and tried to lower their vigilance, but it was of no use. Zhang Zhuxun saw through his trick from the beginning.
"Aren't you just here to send a message? Just say no. You said you have been acting for so long, and it is a trick and a show of loyalty. Are you tired?" Zhang Zhuxun pointed at him and motioned for the lama to go. After digging into his pocket, he found a small black cube the size of a mobile phone battery close to his body. It was a listening device with a red light on it.
Deren's two bodyguards, Lama, had been special soldiers and were very familiar with this thing. They violently removed the listening device on the spot. Rude's face suddenly turned pale and ashen.
Deren waved his hand slightly, and two lamas immediately stepped forward to knock the person unconscious and take him away. People who believe in Buddhism are prohibited from killing, but not killing does not mean that they have no temper. The Buddhists also have their own set of punishment methods. After all, they will not make it easier for this foreigner who tells lies.
To express his apology, Deren personally sent Zhang Shuxun to the guest room arranged for him. On the way, Zhang Zhu asked him what was added to the butter tea that Lu De gave him. If the tea hadn't tasted bad when it was cold, he might have fallen into the trap.
"I know a little about the art of qihuang. The odor in the cup is probably the common horseradish. With your special physique, a trace amount doesn't matter." Deren explained slowly.
"Tomorrow I'll ask Xiao Zhaba to heat up some red dates and goat's milk for you to clear your mind. It's also good for nourishing qi and blood." Zhang Zhuxun inexplicably felt the same care from his elders as his fat mother,
"Then thank you, Master." Deren sent Zhang Shuxun to the door and watched him go in and light the candle. He then exchanged a few words and said goodbye: "If Xia Shun has any details that you don't know, you can go to the quiet room. Find me."
"Don't worry, junior. Master, go slowly." Zhang Zhu bowed his head and watched Deren's figure go away. After closing the door and returning to the room, Zhang Zhuxun walked to the window, opened a gap in the felt, and looked out at the starry scene outside the window.
This is a little far away from the temple gate, and it is considered a house on the back side of the temple. From the window, you can see the snow-capped peaks, and the mountains in the distance are vast and vast.
After a night's rest, a young lama brought breakfast and goat's milk in the morning. After thanking Zhang Zhu, he said that he could eat breakfast in the temple's dining hall where all the lamas ate. However, there was still goat's milk every morning. The fixed little lama was sent over, and the time was almost exactly the same, unshakable.
For several days in a row, Zhang Zhu stayed in his room and continued to read the records left by his predecessor Deren.
In the description recorded by Deren, the younger brother only said that the thing that swallowed Logonbu was a very strange fish. Perhaps that thing should not be called a fish, but more like a huge fish beast that was very fast in the water.
Regarding this battle scene, how he fought the fish beast for 300 rounds, etc., I didn’t say anything. He is not a good storyteller to begin with. This series of records are all through the little brother himself. Organize the memory, record it in a very orderly manner from beginning to end, and then relay it to Deren.
But what is certain is that the little brother later got Logombo out of the fish's belly, because in the subsequent content, this guy also bubbled.
Regarding the content of this paragraph, Deren only said that the little brother suffered some injuries, which would not affect his actions, but underwater is the territory of fish and beasts, so the little brother must have been seriously injured.
If the person the blue-robed Tibetan was waving to was not my little brother, what would it be? That fish beast? Are the fish and beasts raised by the blue-robed Tibetans in the big lake?
What method do they use to control the behavior of fish and beasts? What does the blue-robed Tibetan's waving movement mean? Is it an order to launch an attack?
Moreover, according to the records in the German notebook that the little brother and the others found, there is not just one fish in the big lake, but a group of fish. If Logonbu is really dragged into the water, even if the little brother has three heads and six arms, he will not be able to escape from it. A group of guys who were more troublesome than a combination of hippopotamus and crocodiles completely took Logon Bu out of their mouths.
There must be some unknown details in this, and Zhang Zhuxun suppressed this doubt in his heart. After the younger brother rescued Luo Gongbu, the two of them made some repairs and took him all the way to the place where the blue-robed Tibetans and others boarded the boat.
The area on the lake close to the beach is frozen very solidly, making it very stable for people to step on, just like walking on land.
But the closer you get to the center of the lake, the ice becomes thinner and thinner. At the end, as soon as you step on it, there will be a heart-stopping sound of cracking ice.
The two of them could only go around. The shape of the entire lake was very close to a cattail leaf fan. The side they were walking on was the fan surface, and further away was the fan handle, a very deep valley.
After four hours, they finally walked around the edge of the fan and approached the deep valley. Only then did they understand why in such a cold area at such a high altitude, only the center of the lake that should have been frozen indiscriminately was unfrozen.
Because only rowing through the center of the lake is the shortcut to the rear. The deep valley was also part of the long and narrow lake, with cliffs on both sides, covered in white snow. They walked along the edge of the lake until dark, and only in the middle of the canyon did something strange appear in front of them.
They saw that there were many beams grafted into the air on the cliff at the end of the canyon. Several thick pillars were buried deep into the lake and stuck to the bottom of the lake. On these wooden beams, there was an ancient temple built in the air. .
The Lama Temple is as high as seven floors and is made of black stones from the Himalayas. The overall appearance is a simple and gloomy dark gray, giving people a very ominous feeling.
Below the temple, there is an elevated platform on the lake. Many small wooden boats are tied to the pillars on the side and placed on the platform.
The two brothers walked to the bottom of the temple and saw a new layer of ice on one of the small wooden boats. The ice was still very fragile. It was obviously parked here by the Tibetans who took the boats before.
The younger brother asked Luo Gongbu to wait below, climbed up the wooden beam, and found the entrance under the temple, but there was something heavy weighing it down.
The little brother tried to push it up with his shoulder, and he knew it in his mind. Then he took a breath of cold air, quietly pushed open the wooden board blocking the entrance of the hole, carefully moved it to the side, and then got in through the entrance of the hole.
What he didn't see was that the moment he entered the temple, a huge animal head emerged from the lake under the wooden beam. Its red scales glowed with a sharp cold light, and it silently broke through the water, and the huge animal head emerged from the water. His head rested on the edge of the wooden platform, his huge mouth opened, and two people wearing white Tibetan robes and silver-patterned masks came out.
The two masked men looked at Logombo standing on the shore, and one of them slowly spoke,
"He went in?" Luo Gongbu nodded. The uneasiness on his face before disappeared at this moment, replaced by a kind of strategizing indifference.
"Yes, maybe this one is the one we are waiting for."
"I hope so." The man in white robe sighed, and then there was a long silence. The little brother entered the door and saw a utility room. There were many wood tools stacked on the left, and the food stored in it on the right, including charcoal and ingredients, and some unknown meat hanging on the beams. .
Lamas who believe in Tibetan Buddhism are allowed to eat meat, but there are restrictions. They can only eat three kinds of pure meat, that is, they must not kill anything they see with their own eyes, they must not kill it themselves, and they must not kill it because of me.
There was so much of this dried meat that it was frozen as hard as stone. The little brother looked around on this floor and found many traces of long-term life. It can be seen that those weird Tibetans do not come here only once every ten and a half years, but come here often.
The little brother quickly found the wooden stairs that went straight up and down beside the stone wall, and climbed up carefully. As soon as he looked up, he immediately smelled a very strong Tibetan fragrance.
There are many long felts hanging from the beams on this floor. They are dyed in various colors and are very fancy. They show a colorful black in the firelight.
These felts have been hanging down, and the tassels on the lower edge are hanging on the ground. There are many small felts hanging around some large felts, dividing the space here into pieces, and each piece of felt is placed in the small pavilion surrounded by There is a charcoal stove, and the whole room is warm and relaxing.
This place was really too warm. When the boy was looking for the stairs to the upper floor, in order to warm up his cold body after staying outside for a long time, he paused briefly and approached a charcoal stove. He found that the rich smell The hidden aroma does not come from the stove.
He felt something strange, so he followed the smell through the felt and quickly found the source of the incense.
At the same time, he also saw that on the floor behind these pieces of felt, there was a place surrounded by more gorgeous felts. In the middle, there was an unknown thing trembling slightly, and its body was covered with the same felt.
The little brother knew that this thing was alive because he heard a very shallow breathing sound. The sound was very soft, like a human but not like a human.
The little brother squatted down, put his hand on the short knife tied to his leg, and stared at the thing warily. Soon he discovered that it was actually a woman, or to be more precise, a woman whose limbs and bones had been broken. Only a bit of skin, flesh and tendons were still connected. The blood at the fractured area had been frozen into dark gray. The warm place began to melt again, and blood seeped out and stained the white blanket beneath her.
I don't know why this woman was put here like this. It can be seen that she is in great pain. The little brother walked over and found that the woman's eyes were also blind, and her eyes were cloudy. The little brother knew that when the human eye is exposed to heavy smoke and the visual function of the tissue in the eyeball is almost destroyed, the eyeball will become like this. color.
In other words, the woman in front of her was not completely blind. She could still feel a very vague light source.
Why did the Tibetans torture the pretty girl in front of them like this? Even though her wound had been roughly sutured with linen thread, it was obvious that they did not want her wound to recover. More than one of her bones was broken. She must have been tortured terribly.
Is this some kind of punishment imposed on girls by those weird Tibetans? The younger brother was a little confused as to what the girl had offended to deserve such brutal and arduous methods to torture her until she had only half a breath left.
The little brother doesn't feel distressed. There is no pity in his cognition. He has seen too much of the ugliness in the world. The extra emotion of sympathy does not belong to him and is the most useless.
He didn't want to know what caused the girl to look like this.
