Wen Ru's knowledge can learn about the rumors about the eighteen red wolves, and he can even make up a story to tell us, but this tattoo, this is the first time we have seen the tattoo, on Wen Ru's chest is a fierce wolf head with fangs exposed, and there are two numbers next to the wolf's head.

713。

"This is the proof of mutual identification at the party, and like the agreement of the party, this tattoo is passed down from generation to generation, and only the eldest son will have such a tattoo." Wen Ru took another step forward to let us see clearly. "The ancestor was one of the eighteen red wolves who left Mongolia that year, but no one knows the meaning and function of this tattoo."

It seems that the rumors are not false, even the rumors that have not been recorded in such an important Mongolian history book as the secret history of Mongolia turned out to be true, when Genghis Khan's escort army commander mysteriously left Mongolia, this tattoo should be their symbol, I think each of these eighteen people has such a wolf head tattoo on their chest, the only difference should be the number next to it.

This is the reason why the Fusang people have been chasing and killing the descendants of the eighteen red wolves, and the Fusang people want the numbers on the tattoos, which are very likely to be related to the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan, but it can be seen that Wen Ru does not know that the tattoos on his body are related to the Mausoleum of Genghis Khan.

"Why? Why should you come to us? I suddenly looked at Wen Ru and asked meaningfully.

"There have been a lot of murders recently, and the people who were killed have tattoos on their chests, and they are all cut off, and I think it won't be long before the next body lying at the scene of the murder should be me." Wen Ru redressed and replied calmly.

"You're lying!" Han Yu looked at Wen Ru and said coldly. "The information released by the police only involves the name of the victim, but as for the murderer's modus operandi, it has never been mentioned, and as for the cut off tattoo, it is the key and detail of the investigation, and it has never been revealed to the outside world, how do you know?"

"My father, my father was a very strict and old-fashioned man." Wen Ru was still very calm, and he did not panic in the face of Han Yu's questioning. "He has been engaged in the study of Mongolian history all his life, and my current profession and hobbies are influenced by him, until I learned that I am a Mongolian when I was eighteen years old, I found that my father has many Mongolian qualities, perseverance, boldness, roughness and enthusiasm, but ......"

Wen Ru did not directly answer Han Yu's question, and said to us seriously.

Wen Ru tells us that his father had the character traits of a Mongol, but he was a very old-fashioned and rigorous scholar, perhaps because after the ancestors migrated to China, they were slowly assimilated in many places from generation to generation, and his father's deepest impression of Wen Ru was the elegance and almost harsh family education.

"When I was eighteen years old, my father told me that I was a Mongolian, in fact, I didn't take it as a secret, since I was a child, my father was very strict with my father was engaged in historical research, and when he took off his clothes in front of me to reveal the tattoo on his chest, I realized that I didn't know him at all." Wen Ru took out a cigarette from the cigarette case again and put it in the corner of his mouth.

I can understand a little bit of what he said, just as I thought I knew a lot about the man who raised me, but slowly I realized that I didn't know much about the man I called my father.

"I asked my father where the tattoo came from, and he told me that it was a totem handed down by my ancestors, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, and that when I have a son, this tattoo must also be passed on." Wen Ru lit a cigarette and took a puff, looking at us in the swirling smoke. "My father not only let me see the tattoo on his chest, but also tattooed the same pattern on my chest, but in the tattoo paint, I saw my father cut his chest with a knife and drip blood into the paint, like a very old blood lineage, as for the reason I asked my father, he didn't know, but his father also used the same way, and told me to pass on this tattoo to the next generation, be sure to drip the blood on the chest into the paint of the tattoo."

Hearing this, we were all a little confused, not knowing what this move meant, Han Yu whispered in a low voice in my ear.

"This is to ensure the legitimacy of the bloodline, and the tattoos and secrets of the eighteen red wolves have been passed on to the eldest son, and it is in this way that the bloodline of their ancestors has been preserved to this day."

I nodded thoughtfully and watched Wen Ru continue to ask.

"And then?"

Wen Ru subconsciously touched the cigarette butt in his chest and told us casually that when his father tattooed the same pattern on his chest, Wen Ru found a relieved relief on his father's face, and told him that from that day on, he was the next generation of secret and agreed heirs.

And told Wen Ru the place and time of the next meeting, when he will go to the meeting that lasted for hundreds of years as a descendant of the ancestors, his father told Wen Ru that this is the patriarch's training, if you don't follow it, the whole family will be destroyed, Wen Ru didn't take it seriously at that time, and what made him even more curious was how a rigorous scholar like his father could believe these illusory things.

"Maybe it's out of curiosity, but I'm looking forward to the meeting once every 40 years, after all, I'm engaged in Mongolian history research, and the ancestors of the people who attended the meeting are all Mongolians, so maybe I can learn more about Mongolian history from them." Wen Ru took the last puff of cigarette and snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand. "But that was a long time later, and my father told me that it had only been twenty years since he had attended the last meeting, but not long after my father tattooed me, one night my father called me into his study and told me to leave incognito."

"Leave? Why did you leave? Yun Duruo asked in surprise.

Wen Ru was silent for a moment, his expression became a little grim, and slowly told us that his father was very anxious at the time, and told Wen Ru not to go to the party that lasted for hundreds of years, and not to let people know that he had a totem tattoo on his chest, and asked Wen Ru to go away incognito and never come back.

"As for the reason, I also asked, but my father refused to say anything, but asked me to remember his words, otherwise my life would be in danger, and I didn't understand why my father was so frightened and scared." Wen Ru took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose and said as he wiped them. "My father also told me to make sure I wrote down the names and addresses of the eighteen people in the meeting."

"What are you writing this down for?" Nangong Yi asked suspiciously.

"My father said that the party in forty years from now may go to other people of the lineage, just like me, but there will also be people who have not inherited the tattoo totem and will continue to attend." Wen Ru put back on his glasses and replied seriously. "My father told me that if I found out that someone in the party had been killed, I would immediately make the tattoo public, and that once the secret was revealed, I would have no use for it."

I suddenly realized why Wen Ru suddenly smashed and looted the shop, he was deliberately arrested, Wen Ru was Mingzhe to protect himself in this way, in fact, he was right, there should be no safer place than here, if he was not detained in the detention center, he would probably become a corpse at the scene of the next murder.

Wen Ru said that he had inadvertently followed the recent police murder cases, and found that the people killed coincided with the names his father had asked him to write down, and Wen Ru realized that his father's fears had been fulfilled.

"Speaking of which, Xie Tong and Liu Weiming, as well as Jin Chengyi and others, attended the last party......" Han Yu shook his head halfway through speaking. That's not right, the party is once every forty years, according to age, among the five people who were killed before, except for Ge Xiaobai, the other four are still young, they should not have attended the party, and if they did, then these people should know each other, from what we know, these people do not know each other. ”

"They probably didn't attend the last meeting, and I told you that the main purpose of the meeting is to pass on this secret, and the people will record the name of the person who will inherit them for the next meeting in a book." Wen Ru looked at us and said calmly. "Those who were killed are supposed to be descendants of the people who had met last time, and they hadn't seen each other yet."

I nodded slowly, it seems that Wen Ru is not lying, he must have paid attention to these murders, and found that the people killed were the same as on the list, and the reason why he knew that the tattoo on his chest was cut off was mostly because Wen Ru guessed that the tattoo had other more important uses besides identifying him.

"You said your father told you to remember the name and address of the person who will go to the next party?" Nangong Yi asked thoughtfully.

Wen Ru nodded.

My eyes lit up and I realized something, and I looked at Wen Ru and asked in surprise.

"You said before that every meeting would include the names and addresses of the next party members in a book, so everyone who attends the meeting knows the addresses and names of the others?"

"No, my father told me it was a very secret affair, and one of the important rules of the party was that we could not give each other's names and addresses, and that we could only identify ourselves by the tattoos on our chests." Wen Ru shook his head and told us. "In order to prevent the descendants of the eighteen red wolves from losing contact, every forty years of the meeting, one person will take turns to count the names and addresses of the others, so the only person who knows the names and addresses of the people who meet is the person who keeps the books over there."

Yun Duruo looked up at us and said keenly.

"The fact that the murderers were able to find the descendants of the Eighteen Red Wolves without any mistake shows that they knew the book and may have gotten it."

"Nope! When pigs fly. Wen Ru shook his head with a sharp head.

"Why......" I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized a question that I hadn't thought of before. Your father told you to remember the names and addresses of the people who attended the meeting...... How did he know? ”

"Because he's the custodian of the last party's list."

"Where's the list?" Nangong Yi stood up from the chair, and the top priority was to find the remaining thirteen people first.

Wen Ru smiled faintly and pointed to his head, I just breathed a sigh of relief but soon frowned again, since Wen Ru has always kept the list firmly in his mind, his father has died of illness, then the only person who knows the name and address of the party person is Wen Ru, so how did the Fusang people find these people?