I was dumbfounded. I just saw Wen Jin's notes mentioning this. Why are they going too. All of a sudden, I couldn't react. And they shouldn't have read Wen Jin's notes. How did they know about the existence of this party?

"What's wrong?" The Caucasian looked at me with a strange expression. Just ask me. "All of a sudden, his face turned white."

"Nothing. I was scared just now. I immediately covered it up. It's weird to pretend to be. While following him. I asked him. "What kind of square is Talmuda? What are you going to do? ”

"Talmuda? That's a long story. The Caucasian looked at Anin, who was walking in front of him. Whispered to me. "I'll tell you later. Let's take a look at what the two guys brought back from inside. ”

I saw the way he gave me. It seems that A-Ning doesn't let him say these things. So I also understood. No more sounds.

The men of the camp ran to tell each other. People sleeping in sleeping bags were woken up. We had to carefully navigate through the moving sleeping bags. Follow Aning and them all the way.

The whole battalion was huge. Bypass the roadside of the "Land Rover" concentrated. There is also a tent in the back. The largest of these is a yurt with a diameter of four or five meters. It should be the one who took it. It has a Tibetan logo on it. It seems to be the charge for living. Anin walked us inside. It was warm inside. I saw a charcoal stove with a small chimney burning nearby. There is a thick colorful cow hair blanket on it. Later I learned that this was called "roughness". Now it's quite expensive stuff. There is also a lot of old-fashioned Tibetan wooden furniture. As well as some non-woven bags that are packed and not split.

The whole tent was very comfortable. A-Ning sat on the blanket. Come in a Tibetan. Seems to be the owner of the tent. Pour butter tea for each of us. I sat down too. I looked at these people.

What annoys me the most is the stuffy oil bottle. He sat across from me. Don't look at me. Leaning against a large pile of felt. Start closing your eyes right away. Not all the people in the car came. Instead, there were some I didn't recognize. It also made me quite uncomfortable. Among these people. I know only one Ulaosi and a Caucasian. The others are all unfamiliar faces.

These people sat down one after another. A-Ning put the black glasses he had just brought out of the haunted house on the low table in front of us.

It was a flat box of mahogany. After opening. Inside is a broken blue and white porcelain plate. The left side of the porcelain plate. It's missing a palm-sized piece.

Underneath the coffin of that stone. There's definitely a space. It seems that this porcelain plate was originally placed in that space. What is this. Why would they steal this? I couldn't help but be a little curious.

I was about to orient my neck to look at the plate. Suddenly, two more people came in from outside the tent. It was an old Tibetan woman with white hair and a middle-aged Tibetan woman. The old lady is as thin as Chen Pi Ah Si. There are also about seventy or more. But quite a jīng god. Sharp eyes. The middle-aged woman looked like an ordinary Tibetan. As soon as the two of them entered, the atmosphere of the whole tent suddenly changed. Except for dark glasses and stuffy oil bottles. The others sat down involuntarily and turned their bodies towards them. Especially the old lady. Two of them saluted her. It seems that this old Tibetan woman has a relatively high position here.

The old woman returned the salute as well. And looked at us. Especially me. Probably because of the strangeness. So I took a few more looks. He sat down. A-Ning respectfully picked up the porcelain plate and handed it to her. asked, "Ma nǎi." You see. Was this what you saw back then? ”

Immediately after that, someone translated it into Tibetan. When the old woman heard this, she took the porcelain plate and looked at it. After a few glances, she couldn't stop nodding. And he kept saying something in Tibetan. The translator began to translate her words back. A few people began to talk.

Their conversation was intermittent. And the translators are not only not very good at Tibetan. What's worse is that Chinese doesn't seem to work either. Stumbling. I tried to listen, but I couldn't understand. asked Wu Laosi on the side softly. Who is this old woman?

Wu Laosi didn't answer me. But the dark glasses on the side spoke. He whispered to me, "Her name is Dolma. It was the guide of Wenjin back then. ”

I hear the name. Just "ah". All of a sudden, it became a lot clearer. In my heart, I was also surprised by the vast power of Aning Company. They don't just know the Talmuda. And also know that there is this guide. Put it this way. Aning should know about Wenjin?

I learned in Wenjin's notes that they set off from Dunhuang. The passage into the belly of Qaidam. She did mention that they had hired a Tibetan guide. I couldn't help but touch the notebook in my pocket. The heart says what's going on. Has anyone read this notebook?

But. Wen Jin also said it in the notes I took. The female guide did not lead them deep into the basin. After entering the Zarkhan region. The female guide couldn't find her way either. In fact, there is no way to find it. In the end, they parted ways with their guide at a salt mountain pass. Set out on your own in a deeper direction. The area of Qaidam basin is more than 240,000 square kilometers. Their final journey took three weeks. Where to go at the end. No one can tell.

Seemingly. If they want to go to Talmuda. This old woman alone could not bring any particularly useful help to Aning. At most, it can take them to the side where they broke up with the Wenjin team that year.

I was thinking. The conversation between A-Ning and the Lord Dolma ended. After saluting, the middle-aged woman helped the old lady out. A few people who didn't understand asked how it was. A-Ning couldn't hide the smile on his face. Excitedly: "That's right! She said it was the plate. Chen Wenjin showed her this one back then. She said she had this plate. She can take us to the mountain pass back then. ”

Several people were moving. Dark Glasses asked, "When are you leaving?" ”

Aning had already stood up. Said to them, "Today." Twelve o'clock in the afternoon. All set off. As he spoke, everyone else stood up. It's going to get out.

At this time, the black glasses said, "Then what should he do?" ”

As he spoke, he pointed at me.

Aning, they turned to look at me. Seems to have forgotten that I was here. Several people were stunned for a moment. I just stared at Anin. I want to see what she will say.

Unexpectedly, A-Ning didn't care too much. After thinking about it, he pointed to the side of the stuffy oil bottle. He said to the dark glasses, "He brought it back." Let him take care of him himself. So saying, he went out with the people. There were only two people left in the tent, black glasses and a stuffy oil bottle.

The dark glasses laughed dryly. Also leaned on the felt. Lit a cigarette. Then he looked at the stuffy oil bottle and said, "I said you were asking for trouble." Just don't let him get in the car just now. What do you say now? ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked up. He gave me a faint look. It seems that he sighed helplessly. He said to me, "Go back." It's none of your business here. Don't go into that sanatorium again. What's inside is too dangerous. ”

I looked at him. I was very unhappy.

Let's be honest. I don't want to go to that bullshit party at all. I don't know why they went to that party. I just want to know now. What the hell did the stuffy oil bottle do in Genting. What the hell was going on with that horrible sight I saw.

So I replied, "If you want me to go back, it's fine." I just want to ask you a few questions. ”

The stuffy oil bottle still looked at me lightly. Shaking his head, he said, "My affairs are not something you can understand. And. Something. I'm also looking for answers. He stood up as he spoke. Without looking back, he walked out of the tent.

I was shaking with anger. I almost vomited blood. Looking at his back, I really wanted to rush up and strangle him.

The dark glasses sighed too. Just patted me on the side. "There's a bus here. Three hours into the city. Bon voyage. ”

After saying that, the black glasses also walked out of the tent. I was the only one left in the tent. The scene suddenly fell silent.

This embarrassed me. There is a kind of being underestimated. Even the feeling of being abandoned. Very uncomfortable. Just now Ah Ning them. The attitude of stuffy oil bottles and dark glasses. It's like thinking I'm a dispensable person. It's more hurtful than verbal abuse or hatred.

But the problem with dark glasses is real.

Think about it too. Anin's team is about to leave. They rescued me from the ghost building. This is a contingency of events. So they didn't have anything to do with me. Nor is there any responsibility to explain anything to me. Of course I should have gone back on my own.

But. I'm really not reconciled. Watch the people come and go outside the tent. Preparations are in full swing. I felt my blood surging up. I wonder what I'll be able to do when I get back. Wen Jin, who sent things, left one step ahead of me. This person can be hidden for twenty years, and the third uncle has tried all means to find it. How do I find it? Do I want to be like the third uncle? Looking for her for another thirty years for a puzzle? No way.

What happened in the sanatorium. Complicated and confusing. But there are no clues at all. Wen Jin's notes left behind. But he kept talking about this "Tamuda". And now. The group of people outside is about to leave. But I was going to buy a ticket and take the bus home.

The only clue to the whole thing. Now all that's left is the notes in my pocket. And the content of the notes. Seems to have been hinting at me. Go to Tamuda. to know something.

What should I do? Return to Golmud. What can I do? I can't do anything.

"Be proactive in doing things."

Suddenly, my grandfather's words rang in my ears. Then I reached for the notebook in my pocket. Thinking about this experience in Golmud. It was entirely because of my quick and decisive decision that I got the upper hand.

All right. I made up my mind at once. Fucking stuffy oil bottles. Don't be arrogant. If you can go, I can go too. I'll go with it this time! I stood up. Walked over to A-Ning, who was preparing her luggage outside. Ask her, "Do you have any extra gear?" ”

Anin was counting his compressed biscuits. Hear me ask her suddenly. He showed a very surprised expression: "Extra equipment? What do you want? ”

I shrugged. I didn't know how to say, "I'm going to join." I want to join. I'm going to Talmuda too! ”

"Add your head." Aning smiled. Turned his head away from me. And yet I continued to look at her. He said to her, "I can help you." Think in Genting Heavenly Palace. ”

Aning looked up. The face has changed. She looked me in the eye. Smiled at me: "Are you serious?" ”

I nodded. She pointed to the equipment cart on the side: "Take it." Leave on time at 12 o'clock. Obsolete does not wait. ”