A few of us looked at each other, and finally looked at the police officer, who was slightly surprised, squeezed out a smile and said, "What are you all looking at me?"

"Officer, you are the only one of us who can speak Tibetan, go talk to the undertaker, see if you can come out and talk to us, we have something to ask him. I spoke.

The police officer looked embarrassed, and he said: "I don't know him well at all, not to mention that the place is gloomy, I don't dare to go in, besides, people don't necessarily pay attention to me." ”

"You are a police officer, you are upright, what are you afraid of?" I said in surprise, my heart said, sure enough, everyone has a ghost in their hearts, I explained: "That is the heavenly burial platform, it is a sacred place, as a funeral master, it is also a messenger of justice, it will not do anything to you, not to mention that you still have a gun, if you don't try it, this case will not be solved, the murder case will not be solved, and the pressure on you is not great? ”

"This ...... Alright then, you come with me. He hesitated, but nodded in agreement.

We followed him, climbed up the hill again, and stopped more than a hundred meters away from the small temple, and then the policeman took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards that side with great courage, this distance of more than 100 meters, he turned back three times, and it is estimated that if he turned back and could not see us, he would definitely turn around and run.

When he arrived in front of the small temple, he held a trembling hand and knocked on the door of the small temple.

Knock knock.

With a creak, the door opened.

The police said something in a broken and broken language, which I didn't understand.

The undertaker looked at the policeman expressionlessly, as pale as a dead man's face, his eyes were straight, motionless, staring at the policeman for a long time before he spoke: "You are Han, you can speak Chinese." ”

I was taken aback that this undertaker could speak Chinese.

The policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead, exhaled and said, "So you can speak Chinese?"

"We have been learning Tibetan and Chinese since we were young, and Chinese will be a little more difficult to learn, and older people may not be able to learn it, but we can. He still said with a blank face, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"That's right, those friends outside want to talk to you and learn something, can you come out for a while?" said the policeman.

"Let them in. He said lightly.

"That's not appropriate, is it?" the policeman hesitated.

"It's okay, not to mention that the thing they want to ask is under the pontoon bridge behind the temple, but how can I explain it clearly. "This undertaker turned out to be very direct.

The police beckoned to us, and I took the lead.

"Isn't it not that you don't let people in?" Jiang Lin said suspiciously, she probably couldn't hear the conversation between the police and the funeral master, after all, not everyone can sense it like me.

"The undertaker will allow it. I said casually.

"Oh. And they followed.

Then we went to the door of the small temple and we joined together at the same time and saluted the undertaker.

He didn't invite us in, maybe it wasn't appropriate, but I had already explored the furnishings.

The smell of blood in the house was very strong, and there was a stench, although sandalwood was lit, it could not be concealed.

The shape of the temple outside, but there is no Buddha statue inside, there are two rooms, one with those pots and pans, and the other is a bedroom.

Then outside is a hall, the hall is not big, about 20 square meters, there is a thing like a wooden board, but this door panel is full of knife marks, there are oil stains, and blood stains, very much like a butcher's cutting board for selling meat.

There was also a sharp knife like a pig-killing knife on top of the door, and then there was a huge bucket under the door, and the bucket was also stained with oil.

Although they have all been washed, some things cannot be washed off over time.

The stench coming from the door panel and the barrel was a putrid stench, 100 percent from the corpse.

My first impression was that this undertaker was a little scary.

"What are you looking for me?" Seeing that I was stunned, the undertaker hurriedly asked me.

"He can actually speak Chinese?" Jiang Lin said in surprise.

I came back to my senses and said, "What's the matter with the hanging coffin under the pontoon bridge behind the temple, and how can there be a hanging coffin in Tibet?"

"Isn't this a normal thing?" he asked rhetorically: "There are also quite a few Han people in Tibetan areas, and they still practice burial and cremation? ”

As soon as I heard it, yes, this is a good and fresh burial method, ice burial, it is not rotten or bad for thousands of years, unless the ice and snow on the snowy mountains melt, otherwise the corpse will be preserved forever, and no money is needed.

"So, it's not a Tibetan in the coffin?" I asked.

"Does this have anything to do with you? Explain your intention directly, or you can leave, there will be the remains of an old man from a family who will be buried in the sky in a while, and I will be busy. ”

"Well, I'll make a long story short, there are zombies here, biting people to death, and there are many Tibetan mastiffs and Tibetans who have been poisoned, and the source of the poison is in the Lhasa River, at the bottom of this canyon, because after the canyon, there is no corpse poison in the water. I looked him in the eye and said, "As you saw just now, the wood holding the hanging coffin was broken, and one of the hanging coffins fell into the Lhasa River, and we suspect that the source of the poison is in these hanging coffins." ”

"Do you really think that the source of the corpse poison is in the hanging coffin?" the undertaker asked rhetorically.

"Isn't this clear?" I sneered and said, "The span of this canyon is only five meters, and it runs north-south, and it can't get sunlight all year round, and the corpses in this coffin are afraid that they have become zombies." ”

"This is nothing more than your assumptions. He took a deep breath and said, "I can only say that seeing is not necessarily believing, so let's go." ”

Yesterday, many people were bitten by their own Tibetan mastiffs, and another was bitten to death, if we don't find out the truth today, we are afraid that more people will die if the zombies come out again tonight. I looked at him angrily.

Then at this moment, a group of people not far away came towards this side, he looked at it, and said, "The people are coming, I don't have time to tell you, you can go out, and when the funeral is over, I will tell you again." ”

"Okay, then we'll wait for you outside. With that, we turned around and walked outside.

Looking at it from a distance in the original place, in fact, this funeral is not allowed to be watched, but I am just curious, not to mention that it is one or two hundred meters away, and I am not called an onlooker, I only closed my eyes and sensed.

The relatives carried the old man's body to the door, and the funeral master saluted the old man's body, chanting a mantra in his mouth, and then walked around the body, and then pointed to the door inside.

They put the old man's body on the door, and I gasped......

(End of chapter)

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