With the current virtue of the corpse of the demon thief, I said in my heart that if I really want to open the coffin, I am sure that a foul smell will waft out, and those of us who are present are also sure to be smoked. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I fed a few times, and said again, thinking about how to persuade Master Jiu.

But this time I thought too much, and Master Nine finally found two things from under the glass coffin, and got up and came to me and Beard.

I stared at these two things, one was a bracelet and the other was a letter.

Master Nine called out to me, "Xiao Bo!" I answered, he handed me the bracelet very seriously, and said, "This is what the demon thief gave me before he died, let me pass it on to you." ”

I held the bracelet and looked closely. Its chain is thick, the tip of a little finger is a piece, and it has a small scissor-like ornament on it.

I remember when I went to investigate the ghost robbery case with Beard, we came into contact with the Scissors Gang, and the demon thieves gave each of us a scissor bracelet, but it was not comparable to the one in front of me.

The beard knows more than me, and after staring at the bracelet for a few moments, he scolded, "Damn, this is pure gold, and if you get rid of it on the black market, it can be sold for at least tens of thousands." ”

I glanced at him and said that he was greedy for money, and that the meaning of this bracelet was more than that.

I stared at the golden scissors, not looking small, but there was an area on it, covered with dense dots. I don't think that this little point was randomly made by the craftsmen at that time, but there must be a lot of talk in it.

Master Nine told me not to just hold the bracelet and put it away.

I wanted to keep it in my hands, but I didn't feel safe, so I just put it in my pocket.

Hu Zi rubbed his hands anxiously, and took the initiative to ask, "Master Nine, is that envelope for me?"

I can guess what Beard was thinking, the things that the demon thief left behind before he died are sure to be treasures.

Master Nine didn't rush to answer, but stared at the beard to carefully identify it, and finally he muttered, "That's right, the demon thief said, this letter is for a strong man with a beard on his face and a very stumbling face, and if you match all these characteristics, that's you." ”

The beard was stunned. And I wanted to laugh after hearing this, and my heart said beard, beard, what are you doing, even the dead can bury you.

But the beard didn't come up strongly, and when he saw Master Nine handing over the envelope, he still couldn't wait to continue.

With a big beard, he shouted, "Passbook, passbook!" and then he tore open the envelope.

He tore a lot, and he didn't expect that there were a few pieces of yellow paper for writing. When he tore it like this, not only was the envelope broken, but even the yellow paper was torn off.

The beard was a little dumbfounded on the spot. I sighed, helped him, and put together the yellow paper.

During this time, I was also curious, so I looked at what was written on the yellow paper.

I have to say that the handwriting is rather sloppy, I can barely read it, and if I guess correctly, this is about how to capture and train spirit monkeys.

The spirit monkey should be the treasure monkey that the demon thief used to steal.

Beard didn't look very distracted at first, but gradually, he straightened his face and whispered word by word, for fear of falling into something.

I guess the demon thief has the intention to teach Beard the skills of his life, but I don't agree with it, because in this society, why do you learn such an esoteric art of stealing? Especially since Beard has finally been released from prison and becomes an informant, and he will never be able to steal for a living in the future.

I deliberately discouraged the enthusiasm of the beard, so I persuaded from the side, "I said gentlemen, you can look twice, isn't it just to teach you how to raise monkeys?"

The beard pouted and said you know a fart. And he was afraid that I would say something about him again, so he hurriedly hid in a corner and read it by himself.

I wanted to follow, but Davara called me out and told me to take a look at the wound on the thief's neck.

I was also interested in the fatal wound, so I crouched next to the glass case with Davara.

Davara said she had studied the strange wounds and had found some strange fluids from them. She had studied the liquid with the local police, which was very acidic and corrosive, and if a live fly was allowed to get into it, the fly would die quickly, and most of the trunk would turn into water.

I was amazed, and I couldn't understand what kind of unique weapon the murderer used, especially why he still used such a strange potion on the weapon.

It didn't take long for the beard to read the letter, and he sighed with emotion, and exclaimed, "Niu Break, it's really a demon thief, it's really not comparable to a petty thief like me." ”

I saw that Beard was so excited, and poured cold water on him and said, "What's the matter? Brother Beard, have you decided to raise monkeys?"

Then Beard fought with me a few words, and according to what he said, I really didn't understand anything. I don't care what he says, I just want to make him less motivated.

We came to see Master Nine this time, on the one hand, to accept the relics of the demon thief, and on the other hand, to stay in this temple for a day, according to Dawala, we should be improved by Master Nine to improve our stomach, so that we can adapt to the living habits of this Tibetan land as soon as possible.

Moreover, Master Nine didn't want to listen to me and Beard arguing, and he didn't want to stay here any longer, so he beckoned us to go out together.

When I got out of this room, Master Nine called a little monk and asked him to take me and Hu Zi to the guest room.

I made it a mistake to say this, and I asked Davara, "Aren't you going to live with us?"

Dawala shook his head and replied, "I'm busy, and you and Beard have come to Tibet, which means that our mission has also come." I'm going to get some stuff while you're recuperating, and I'm in a hurry, so I'll try to get it tomorrow. ”

Neither I nor the beard stopped her, so we said goodbye to Davara, and then ran with the little monk to the guest room.

This guest room is a corner of the whole temple, very remote, and it is a big courtyard, look at the posture and the courtyard of the northeast countryside is not much different, only well water, no bathing place, no clean toilet, there is a dry toilet.

The beard couldn't help but complain, and I felt that it was just a day's worth living, and I could bear it.

The little monk introduced us to the two of us, which basically means that we can have dinner every day at ten in the morning and five in the evening, and we can usually move freely, but in the temple where it is forbidden for guests, I and the beard can not go.

I said in my heart that the slogans in this temple are all written in Tibetan, how do we know where to go and where not to go?

I asked the little monk to write down to the two of us, especially what the forbidden Tibetan languages looked like, so that I and the beard would have a good idea of what they looked like.

The little monk was also a little anxious, or he was a little reluctant to cope with the two of us, anyway, he wrote a few notes casually and left in a hurry.

Next, I wandered around the temple, wanting to chat with Master Nine again, especially to know what the "mysteries" he told me about, and what was the specifics, but Master Nine was like disappearing, and I ended up in vain.

Speaking of beard, he didn't listen to the little monks at all, and he didn't care about any forbidden places, he scurried around at will, and finally went to the lecture hall, sat at the back of a group of monks, and listened to the scriptures in a similar way.

But is he the material? Finally I was so sleepy that I almost burst into tears.

So at five o'clock in the evening, a monk brought me and Hu Zi a meal, two dishes and one meal per person. I found out that Davara was not lying, and that there was meat in the meal, but I rummaged through my bowl and managed to find two shredded meats in it.

The beard scolded at the vegetable bowl while eating, and I generously gave him two shredded meat in order to dissipate his anger. In addition, when I ate the rice here, I found that the taste of the dish was wrong, it was a little astringent, as if it was bitter gourd.

I suspect that this is the characteristic of the local food, or maybe Chef Nine deliberately added something to this dish to improve it, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

But in the middle of the night, when I and my beard were asleep, my whole stomach ached.

I was awakened by the pain. When I sat on the bed, I could feel my whole belly and feel it, and it was like a knife stirring inside.

I wiped the sweat from my brain, and my brain was almost blank. I just want to find a toilet and try to pull something.

There were no lights in the room, and there was no electricity, only moonlight coming in through the window. I had to turn on the flashlight on my phone in order to illuminate it.

I clutched my stomach and walked to the door, but just as I was about to enter and exit, my beard sat up.

I was taken aback by the intensity of his chatter, especially on my buttocks.

I hurriedly twisted my ass to make myself feel better, and asked him again, "What's wrong with you?"

He slowed down, sighed, clutched his stomach and said he was going to the tuba.

I know that there is only one toilet in this yard, and there is only one thatched pit, so I said in my heart that I would give him the thatched pit, what should I do?

I told the beard to lie down for a while, and I made sure that I was fast, and that the battle would be resolved in five minutes, and then I would call him out.

The condition of the beard is lighter than mine, he thought about it for a moment, nodded in agreement.

I made a beeline for the aqua toilet. I don't know what Master Nine thinks, this temple is cleaned as a whole, but this dry toilet is very dirty and shabby.

There is only one large pit in it, and there is already a lot of dry feces in this pit, presumably left by previous guests.

If it weren't for the urgency, I probably wouldn't have set foot here. But looking at all this now, I can only endure it.

I don't dare to go too far to the edge of the pit, otherwise if I make a mistake, it will definitely end up hated for eternity.

I took out a cautious and cautious posture, and after squatting down, I covered my nose while untying my hands. Also, to distract myself, I took out my phone.

In fact, since I lived in the temple, I thought about whether to send Yang Qianqian a WeChat message, or make a phone call directly to tell her what happened to me and Huzi.

But I think it's useless to say it or not, because Yang Qianqian must know everything. I ended up being silent and just looked at the news loaded on my phone.

I found that my mobile phone was very smart, and after I came to Tibet, the news was also related to Tibet. I'm not familiar with the customs here, so I'm looking more and more closely.

This time, when I was watching a local report, the sound of a flute sounded in my ears.

I didn't care much about the sound of the flute, but when it blew again, I chuckled in my heart, and I hurriedly stood up. (To be continued.) )