There was already a siren outside the door of the hotel, and it seemed that it was indeed similar to what the attendant said, that the person who froze to death was murdered.

The name of the deceased is unknown, he is from this town, his home is in a nearby village, his family is a sheep farmer, and he came to the town this time to sell lambs.

A large part of the cause of death was blunt force injuries, followed by the bitter cold of the previous night, and he froze to death in the snow after being hit in the back of the head.

The truck used by the deceased to pull sheep is missing, but he has an unknown Audi key on him, which is very strange, and the police want to check the owner of the Audi, but they have never been contacted.

Therefore, it is preliminarily speculated that the murderer may have been the owner of the Audi, and after attacking the deceased, he drove away the deceased's truck, which should be called a pickup truck.

But what's even more strange is that the 20,000 yuan from the sale of sheep on the deceased is still there, so it is very likely that the murderer is just to steal the car. But this is even more unspeakable, how can anyone leave their Audi and rob a broken pickup truck full of sheep?

So now the first goal of the police is to find the pickup, because the town of Horsehair Mountain is not big, so they are searching the whole town at this time.

"This birdman is insane." After listening to this, the fat man on the side said jokingly.

"It's not that simple." The old generation said coldly, and walked to the door alone.

Then we got into the car together, and it was not impossible to continue to wait for good weather, but we didn't know when to go, and the road to the Black Lama Fortress was not impossible, in this case, we might as well go over and explore the road first.

The snow had stopped and the sun had come out, but it wasn't warm, at least not yet. On the way out of town, I asked the old man: "What is not so simple, do you see something?" ”

He covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, took a few heavy breaths, and then asked, "Do you remember the Caucasian we saw the other day?" ”

I nodded: "Yes, yes, but you just think that person is Caucasian?"

"Not really."

At this time, the fat man sitting behind him sighed and looked at the old generation: "What do you mean...... Hiss...... In that case, the clue is clear. Damn, why didn't you think of it? ”

I glanced at the fat man in surprise, and then turned my head back to look at the road ahead: "What, can you say something I understand?"

"I think it's time for you to do an IQ test, so obviously you can't see the truth in this matter?"

"Hey! I don't even know what you're talking about. ”

"Hey...... The Caucasian may have had something to do with it, and it is highly likely that he was the one who killed the sheep dealer and the owner of the Audi. ”

I wanted to talk again, but I really couldn't figure out the whole story of this matter, and why it was related to that person, but the fat man interrupted me with a wave of his hand: "Don't talk, you think about it yourself, and you will solve the case when you get off the highway." ”

I really didn't figure out what they were thinking, and when I looked at the old generation, he was also smiling.

If I put it now, I wouldn't have waited for that time, and I would have figured out this question completely that morning, but at that time, I didn't have that understanding of how human nature would be so evil, so I put this answer in the most impossible place.

Needless to say, the Caucasian was a robber who blocked the way, as the old generation had speculated.

We left him alone until dark and reached the Horsehair Mountain, and an hour later the only car arrived in the town, and there was no other car in between, so either the Caucasian had spent the night in the Gobi, or he had taken the Audi.

And here, doubts arise, whether the Caucasians got on the car, we do not know, but what we do know is that the owner of the Audi is gone, so at this point, the question becomes a logical question. As a result, I didn't immediately realize that the crux of the problem was also here, it was because of the evil nature of the human being, so I ignored this relationship at the time, but it didn't take long for me to know the actual situation, and I was still a little scared at that time, if we agreed to the Caucasians to get on the bus, then we might be the ones who disappeared, and the sheep dealer would not have died tragically.

At this time, there was no doubt that the owner of the Audi was kind enough to carry the Caucasian, but the Caucasians killed the owner of the car and dumped his body on the Gobi Desert.

This man was driving the car we saw entering the town that night, and the next morning, the Caucasian found that it was snowing, so he robbed the sheep seller's pickup truck.

The reason why he had to change the car and exclude all the results of dispensability was that the Caucasian car could not continue to drive, or that the car on the road behind could no longer move forward.

The fact was confirmed by us after more than ten minutes, and we asked for directions several times before we found the route to the Black Lama Bunker, and the snow had melted away from the road until there was still snow, and we found a rut mark in the snow.

According to speculation, it was probably left yesterday, and when we asked for directions, we also learned that there was no pastoral area and no residents in the future, so it was impossible for anyone to brave the heavy snow to enter the Black Gobi, and the person who entered it must be a Caucasian who killed people and robbed cars.

Patting the snow off our hands, we sat back in the car, and a new question arose, and I started to ask, "What do you say, what is this man doing in the snow?" ”

"If it's an escape from abroad, it's not the right direction." The fat man didn't answer my question, just muttered to himself.

"Will it be the same as our destination, isn't the Black Lama a bandit who has been wandering around Mongolia and the Soviet Union for a generation, this person's direction and goal are too certain, I feel that eight or nine are not far from ten, we will collide." After the old generation turned his head and finished speaking, the three of us all looked at each other.

"Let's go, drive, it's not a big deal, you see what it is?" The fat man waved my hand and told me to continue along the rut, and I started the car as he wanted. The fat man turned and got into the trunk, rummaged around a few times, and it took a long time to turn back to his seat with a case like a guitar case.

I saw him open it in the mirror, and there was still a layer of cloth wrapped in it, and he slowly untied it, and I saw something bright in the box. The fat man took one out of it, compared it to the length, and threw it to the old generation. Only then did I see clearly that it was an inch knife more than an arm long.

The old generation pulled it away, and immediately let out a crisp unsheath sound. At this time, the fat man also explained behind him at the same time: "This is specially equipped by the bodyguards of Zhongnanhai to protect the leaders, and it was not easy to get two of them, and they took them." ”

The fat man said, and took out another handful, thinking that he was going to use it himself. Unexpectedly, it was stuffed into the gap in the front seat of me, just enough to reach out and reach.

"No, you don't want me to be a fighting man, do you?"

"Come on, defend yourself, don't have to let us save you when the time comes." The fat man said disdainfully.

"Then you don't have to give it to me now, it's going to be now."

"Prepare in advance, if this bastard really collides with us at the destination, it won't be a matter of minutes to meet."

As soon as the fat man waved his hand, I had to stuff the knife tighter. From the touch, I know that the workmanship of this knife is very good, first of all, its weight, which is estimated to be modern high-strength steel, plus ancient forging technology.

But I still think that the fat man is talking nonsense, and it is not impossible for the bodyguard to hold a knife, but compared to more elaborate standard weapons, then I am afraid that these black and white-edged things will not become the first choice.

In fact, my vision was a little shallow, and some later experiences taught me that knives are really faster than guns when they play well. Not to mention the distance, in that case, the two parties will only be beaten. But if you change it to melee, or get a little closer, in that case, you may not have the trigger pulled yet, and one of your fingers or head will fall first.

"We've given it all to us, what are you calling for?" As soon as I asked, I saw the fat man take something out of the box.

"It's a shame that people didn't check us, otherwise they would have arrested you as a poacher." I was surprised when I saw what the fat man had taken out. The thing he was holding was not a firearm, and it was harder to get a gun than five million in these years.

After a few strokes, the fat man unfolded the crossbow with the folding hand crossbow in his hand. The hand crossbow is not large, just the length of an arm, and the crossbow is not much longer than the body of the crossbow.

This crossbow doesn't look like an ordinary toy, there are several strings on it, and there seems to be equipment to assist aiming in the pendant below. All that was left in the chest was a few crossbow arrows, and nothing else. The fat man put the crossbow on and placed it directly on the edge of the seat.

For the next four hours, we were able to move in the right direction thanks to the satellite maps we had downloaded in advance and the GPS that was connected from time to time.

In the distance, the whole Gobi still looks silvery white, except for white or white, thanks to the preparations, with glasses that filter these rays, otherwise we will definitely suffer from snow blindness.

Estimating the time and direction, we arrived at the expected location, and stopped at the foot of a hill, completely unable to identify the black lama's blockhouse.

We had to get out of the car and prepare to search for it in a way that had been planned for a long time. It was to reduce the workload of our search on the Gobi, so the fat man resolutely brought a drone, which is indeed very necessary now that I think about it.

All kinds of parameters are well adjusted, there is no GPS signal here, but we are not afraid of what obstacles it can hit in this place. A few minutes later, the plane flew to an altitude of about 300 meters, the sunlight reflected off the snow, and the large white color made the photosensitive element on the camera almost fail, but fortunately a certain parameter was turned down, and we saw a different scene on the Gobi.