"Who are you?" Lin Xuan asked rhetorically.

"Who are they?" The voice approached awkwardly, wrapping around both sides of Lin Xuan's ears, "Who are they?" Name them and I'll help you find them. Who are they, who are they, who are ......"

In his sleep, Lin Xuan turned his backhand upward, his ten fingers slightly flexed, and inserted it into the voice.

The voice had no fixed shape, but he touched a face. His reaction was extremely fast, his ten fingers tightened, and the iron hook generally clamped the other party, first left and then right, twisting and turning, and the dislocation of the opponent's cervical spine was clear in his ears.

When he woke up, he had already captured a person in his hand, this "dream turning technique" was personally taught to him by the leader of the organization, and it was allegedly captured by the United States Marine Corps during the Vietnam War. Crane invented something that only the smartest can master.

"Who are you?" He asked in a low voice.

There was no light in the tent, the door curtain was half lifted, and the snow light outside was reflected in, allowing Lin Xuan to gradually distinguish the person's facial features.

"How is that possible?" He was a little surprised, for it was only one of the many workers, dark-skinned and ordinary-looking, and probably the least outstanding and unobtrusive.

Lin Xuan didn't continue to make a noise to avoid arguing everyone.

The worker's movements were quite strange, although his head was restrained, his body still leaned forward, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Xuan.

"What's your name? By whom have you been appointed to my tent? Lin Xuan asked again.

According to common sense, the other party must have been bribed by someone to break in at night.

"Sue sù me...... Who are they? What is the real purpose of your coming here...... Who are they? What do they have to do with you? The worker grinned, revealing two rows of large teeth blackened by cigarette smoke. The muscles on his face were extremely stiff, his eyes were straight, and he didn't blink for a few minutes.

Lin Xuan pushed the other party back, made him sit on a folding chair, picked up a rope casually, and tied the other party.

"Who are they...... They are your friends, your parents, your brothers...... Or is it someone else? What's the big secret in your head......" The worker was not in a hurry to break free from his restraints, and sat stiffly, his body convulsing loudly every half minute.

Lin Xuan turned his chair and turned the man's face towards the door.

Under the reflection of the snow, a vertical blue straight line appeared in the center of the man's two eyeballs, like two Indian cat's opals, which was weird.

Lin Xuan understood that this person was bewitched by another hypnotist, his body and mind belonged to a state of remote control, and everything he did and said was controlled by that hypnotist.

"This time, maybe it's the best time to find the enemy behind the scenes-" Lin Xuan lifted a corner of the back of the tent and silently drilled out.

The cold wind blew on his face, blowing away all the remaining sleepiness in his mind.

Except for the workers on duty who stood and snoozed at the entrance of the camp, there were no lights in all the tents. In my ears, there was only the sound of cold wind blowing and snow, and then there was the slight "sudden" sound of the silent generator used in the camp when it was working.

"Could it be Luo Yuan? Or, is empty sand suspicious? Lin Xuan asked himself.

He bent forward and quickly reached the back of the empty sand tent, and listened intently, and the snoring of the empty sand came from the tent.

Similarly, when he moved to the right and reached the side of the tent where Luo Yuan lived, he also heard snoring.

"If both of these are out of suspicion, who else will it be? Could it be the other workers? Lin Xuan hesitated.

Steeply, twenty paces to the west, there was a lantern in a tent lit up.

Tian Meng lived in the tent, and as the light flickered, Tian Meng's shadow was also reflected on the oilcloth on the four walls of the tent.

Lin Xuan was taken aback, and immediately thought of Tian Yunong from Tian Meng, and even more remembered the optical fiber expert Kao Kun who talked to Samantha.

"Tian Yunong has been to Tianwai Peak, will he tell some secrets to Tian Meng? Are those words he said on the ancient ship true? Would a master like him die in the barren valley lightly? What is Tian Meng's inner world? In our team, does everyone have their own hearts and expect to dominate the victory in the end......" Ten thousand question marks swirled in Lin Xuan's mind.

Victory is still far away, but there are already faint rifts in this team.

Emotionally, Lin Xuan felt that he should believe in Tian Meng, just like he believed in Tang Na before, acting according to his instincts, and not caring about some small misunderstandings and accidents.

Intellectually, he felt that he didn't know Tian Meng, and he still needed to investigate deeply.

So, he sneaked around and silently reached the back of Tian Meng's tent.

"It was the train that took away the silence of yesterday

On the other side of the river, the peach blossoms bloom extremely restlessly

At this time, if there are bees, fly against the wind, and tell us

The smell of sunlight, in fact, is on the fallen leaves

Another train stopped, and then, at a rapid pace, departed

Those faces against the glass windows

talking to death; Time becomes the background

On the other side of the river, the extremely restless peach blossoms have landed

Lighter, those dusty names

Let the distance be really more distant......"

Tian Meng's voice came faintly, and from the shadow on the oilcloth, she was holding a thin booklet to read.

Lin Xuan frowned, Tian Meng should have read a lyrical modern poem. If you don't have these strange killings right now, imagine being able to read poetry in the ice and snow and the night wind at the top of Mount Everest.

"What a poem—lighter, those dusty names, make the distance, really more distant......"

Tian Meng's sigh came softly, and Lin Xuan's heart throbbed slightly, recalling the time when he was young and frivolous because of this little poem just now. When he was young, under the canopy-like acacia trees on the university campus, he also held a thick collection of poems and read it with emotion, and he also had a sleepless night because of the graceful figure and horizontal eyes of a certain girl.

He grabbed a handful of snow, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed silently.

Jianghu and poetry are two completely different worlds, the former is about people's life and death, and the latter only brings people a dream.

"You can come in." Tian Meng stood up and lifted the curtain of the tent.

Far to the west, it seemed to be a highland snow wolf, and it seemed to be the howl of some nameless beast intermittently, far away and near, south and north.

"Come in." Tian Meng leaned out and looked at Lin Xuan.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her face had an indelible tiredness, and she must have never slept all night.

"Okay." Lin Xuan walked over, clapped his palms, and brushed away the residual snow from his fingertips.

The two entered the tent, relatively speechless and a little embarrassed.

Lin Xuan didn't know who the worker was hypnotized by, he hoped it wasn't Tian Meng, but "hope" was just "hope", but it couldn't represent the facts.

"There seems to be some misunderstanding between us, especially since Donna's disappearance. In fact, I am also very sad about the accident that happened in the ghost lake Laangcuo. Until then, my father's death had already hit me hard, so I understood what it was like to lose a loved one. Tian Meng said.

What she was holding in her hand was indeed a book of poetry, and the pale blue cover had the five small words "Wandering Piano" sprinkled with them.

"After my father died, I never slept a night, and when I couldn't sleep, I read this book of poems he left behind. However, the poem was not written by him, but by a good friend of his. My father once said that in this life, he should be like his friend, a quiet, innocent, frank, and free poet. Tian Meng said again.

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly: "In fact, every man has a dream of being a poet in his heart, writing poetry requires passion, and what men have is passion." ”

"Would you like to read this book of poems? This Uncle Chen of mine is an evergreen tree in the poetry arena north of the Yangtze River, and every poem makes people ask themselves questions and ponder - "Tian Meng handed over the collection of poems.

Lin Xuan opened the title page, and the first thing he saw was two lines of thin and hard text.

The first line is very large and extremely arrogant - "Iron shoulders bear morality, kill people and write good poems." ”

The second line is slightly mild, and the font size is slightly smaller - "Brother Yu Nong Save corrected." ”

At the bottom, there is the poet's signature.

Lin Xuan had read the poet's works in the newspaper, and there was really something unique and thought-provoking.

"You must have something to ask me in your heart, right?" Tian Meng sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for Lin Xuan to sit on the folding chair.

Lin Xuan was speechless and sat down slowly.

"I see all your question marks written on your forehead." Tian Meng smiled.

Lin Xuan slowly flipped through the poetry book to calm his mood.

He is not afraid that someone will attack him in the middle of the night, and the more quickly the enemy acts, the more opportunities he has to fight back. What's more, the enemy's original intention was to find out the secret in his mind, and it was not yet the time to try to see the dagger and kill people.

"Ask, I know everything, I can't say anything." Tian Meng said again.

Lin Xuan raised his head, stared at Tian Meng's face, and groaned for a moment before asking softly: "We are now at the top of Mount Everest, close to the Tianwai Peak that Senior Tian said." There was no doubt that he had been there, but on the ancient ship of the Absolute Valley, he did not explain in detail how complicated the path to there was. I guess, he must have told you some hidden truth, you are his only descendant, those information that he exchanged his life for, if you don't tell sù, who else can you sù? ”

Tian Meng's expression was surprisingly calm, and he nodded slowly: "Continue to ask." ”

Lin Xuan continued according to his own train of thought: "I guess, he won't die lightly. Within the organization, he is recognized as a master of the previous generation who has the ability to take charge of the overall situation, and even the current leaders have a lot of respect for him. I've seen comments from psychoanalysts in his internal file that he is a man of great ambition. ”

Tian Meng leaned over, took back the poetry collection from Lin Xuan's hand, and carefully smoothed every little corner in the booklet.

The name of that poetry collection is "The Wandering Piano", which is a masterpiece that has won numerous awards in the mainland literary circle, and some of its chapters are called "epoch-making works", "soul works after Gu Cheng", and "the pinnacle of the hazy poetry school".

The poet's reputation in the literary world is just equal to Tian Yunong's reputation within the organization.

If Tian Yunong hadn't changed his course halfway, he might have been the supreme leader of the organization today.

"My father said that a good man should be ambitious. The greater the ambition, the greater his achievements in the future, just like Cao Cao, the great careerist of the Three Kingdoms era in the past, must be 'a hero in troubled times, a capable minister who rules the world'. I believe that if you are given the right opportunity, you will make the same choice as him. Isn't it? Tian Meng whispered, and at the end of that paragraph, his eyes stared intently into Lin Xuan's eyes, and then his eyebrows rose slightly, and he asked with a light smile.

"Tian Yunong, the hero of the troubled times, the capable minister of the world - the reincarnation of Cao Mengde of the Three Kingdoms, acting eclecticly, refusing to live under people for a long time, like a jar of heavy water, good use, will be able to create a cause that stands up to the heavens and the earth; If it is not used properly, it will subvert the organization and become a depth charge. Therefore, it cannot be reused, nor can it be used. If you can't use it for me, if necessary, kill him. ”

These are the conclusions that psychoanalysts gave Tian Yunong.