Chapter 27 Hengduan Mountains
Chapter 27 Hengduan Mountains
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This is a sentence that the fat man said to me later when he met the fat man in the forbidden land of the Hetao family. That's when I reacted. It turns out that all the things Mike said turned out to be true. There is actually another explanation for the so-called lies that I thought of earlier. And this explanation, Fat Man and Lan have always believed to be true and credible. And after that, I learned another secret. This secret is about Mike.
I don't know if that secret about Mike has anything to do with the tomb I'm going down to. But it has nothing to do with Lan. This secret is also about eternal life.
Of course, that's for later. I am saying this now, just to prepare you mentally in advance. Because that secret is a bit subversive of my perception.
Back to the point.
When we came back from the park, neither Mike nor I spoke. It's not that I'm at the same time as him, it's just that I'm still racking my brains looking for loopholes in what he said earlier. Fatty, they are probably still dealing with the mercenaries who stayed in the station, and it is impossible for them to come back so soon. I'll have to deal with things on my side first. But in order not to mess things up, I have to be careful about everything.
When I returned to He Tao's home, I found that the room that had been a mess had been cleaned up again. However, the mercenaries still stood at the various exits of the house with guns in hand, preventing anyone from going out or entering.
After seeing me come back, He Tao just glanced at me, and didn't rush over to ask me what happened after I went out. I nodded at him and said everything was okay and there were no surprises. He Tao also nodded and walked away.
Mike walked over to the couch and sat down, nodding at the tall black man. The tall black man knowingly cleared a spot on the coffee table. Then he threw something similar to a map on the coffee table.
"Mr. Xiao Wei." Mike smiled at me, "You can come and have a look." β
I walked over and found a map on the coffee table. The difference is that this map is marked with a lot of small circles. I was dazzled by it. But luckily I don't have a phobia of intensity, otherwise I would have to go crazy.
After looking at the map for a while, Mike picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip of tea, and then said, "This is a schematic map of the mountains and rivers in Yunnan." I bought it in the current location and it is here. As he spoke, Mike pointed to a small red dot. When he finished, he slid his finger almost diagonally to the map and pointed to a small red dot in that place.
"If you have something to say, just say it." I say. Then he sat down directly on the sofa and poured himself a cup of tea from the teapot. Damn, he also said that he knew Chinese etiquette, it was so cold outside, and when he came back, he didn't say that he poured a cup of tea for Lao Tzu and drank it to keep warm.
"This is the Hengduan Mountains." Mike said.
As soon as he heard the words Hengduan Mountains, the family members of He Tao, who were still talking in a whisper, immediately quieted down. They all looked at Mike in surprise.
Mike seemed to enjoy this strange "gaze ceremony", smiled, and continued, "I hope Mr. Xiao Wei can help me to go to that place and take out the contents." β
I sneered, "Why? β
Mike frowned: "Mr. Xiao Wei, I have already told you the secrets of your eldest uncle and second uncle." In exchange, you should keep the credit and help me get the contents out. β
I nodded, "You're telling me that's right." But this information is not of much value to me now. To put it bluntly, my eldest and second uncles have long been opposed. Whether they are true or false means nothing to me. If they want me to die, I'll let them die too. And this person is only human when he is alive. Dead, that's a pile of meat. There is no meaning to exist. β
The latter sentence is what the fat man told me before. At that time, I thought it was very pretty. Forced, so I wrote it down.
Mike nodded: "So Mr. Xiaowei, what else do you want to know?" As he spoke, Mike held out his hand to the tall black man. The tall black man knowingly drew the pistol from his waist and handed it to him.
"You're threatening me?" I sneered, "You should know that this trick won't work against me." If I'm dead, it's impossible to get your stuff. β
Mike expertly withdrew the magazine, glanced at it, then put it back on, and finally loaded the bullet with a "whoosh", and played with the pistol in his hand: "That's right. But Mr. Wei, you have forgotten the most important point. If you don't intend to help me at all, then you're no longer useful. Since you have no use value, then why should I keep you? β
I was stunned for a few tenths of a second, and subconsciously retorted: "But if you kill me, you won't be able to take out the contents of it." β
Mike smiled contemptuously: "Mr. Xiao Wei, you may not understand what I said. It's a cycle. That's right, if I kill you, I may never get what I want. But it is precisely when you want to help me that this causal condition will be established. But what if you don't want to help me at all? If you don't want to help me at all, then I'm sure I won't be able to get what I want. You're worthless to me. So what's the use of keeping you? With that in mind, kill you, and I'll be able to easily go down to that tomb and get the other thing I want to get my hands on. That way, I can get at least one of the two things. You say, is my logic right? β
I was a little surprised, and I said how could this foreigner's logical thinking suddenly become so good? Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Mike raise his hand playing with the pistol, and pull the trigger without looking at the person who was still huddled in the corner of the wall.
I was stunned by the explosion of the firing pin hitting the bullet, and the whole person reflexively looked at the people in the corner.
Fortunately, the bullet only hit the tile on the head of one of the people and did not hurt anyone.
"Oh, this gun is so powerful." Mike glanced at the shattered tiles and then at the tall black man as if complaining, "How can you use a pistol so powerful?" β
"My profession is killing, and a water spray gun can't kill an opponent." The tall black man replied.
I glared back at Mike, "Do you know that there is an old Chinese saying?"
"It's not a disaster for my family." Mike said. "I've been in China for a long time, and I've learned a little bit about Chinese culture."
"And what do you mean by that?"
Mike shrugged indifferently: "You can see too, I didn't hit him." Mike paused as he said this, and then suddenly changed his words: "But next time it may not be me with a gun." At this point, the mercenaries in the entire living room raised their guns and pointed their guns at the few people huddled in the corner.
He Tao, who had already walked away, immediately rushed out of the room after hearing the gunshot. After seeing that his family was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at the mercenary whose muzzle had been raised.
"And now? Mr. Xiao Wei? Would you like to do me a favor? Mike smiled a respectful smile, "You do me a favor, and you don't have anything to lose." On the contrary, you can also protect your friend and his family. Isn't that a win-win-win? β
I looked at He Tao and saw that he had calmed down. At this time, he was also looking at me, as if waiting for my decision.
At this time, it depends on the degree of tacit understanding cultivated in the four years of college. If He Tao wants me to go, and I agree to go, then it's fine. But if the two of us think the opposite, then it will directly harm each other.
After thinking for a while, I nodded, "I'll go." After saying that, I looked at Mike: "Mr. Mike, it's still the same sentence." I need you to come out and cooperate with me with the most basic sincerity. β
Mike shrugged indifferently, not as surprised by my decision: "You say. β
"I cooperate with you as an equal, and you are not allowed to command me, nor my friends."
"Yes. This is the minimum respect for partners. Mike said.
"Also, these people," I said, glancing at the mercenaries still with their guns in hand, "I hope they don't show up here again." After speaking, I paused: "Mr. Mack, you have been in China for so long, and the meaning of what the Chinese say is more understandable than you." β
"I understand. As long as you can come with me, I won't embarrass your friends' families. β
"One last request. Whether I succeed this time or not, I don't want you to threaten me with my friends again. There is an old Chinese saying-"
Mike came over and patted me on the shoulder: "I know, it's called the next example." β
I moved my shoulders away: "Let it be better to be a broken jade, not a complete tile." β
Mike shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I will grant you all three requests." After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the tall black man: "Please help me prepare a set of equipment, we will rest for a while, and we will leave tomorrow." β
"Two sets." He Tao said suddenly.
Mike looked at me, as if asking for my opinion.
"Two sets." I say.
"Okay, two sets."
Night.
"How do you know I want you to go?" He Tao was lying on the windowsill smoking a cigarette, and the flickering firelight lit up his face one by one.
I lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling with empty eyes: "If there is no tacit understanding at all, then four years of college will be blind." β
Actually, my idea is very simple. In addition to protecting He Tao and his family, the most important thing is that I need to go in and solve the secret of the Tao family. I don't know what that secret is, but it's related to He Tao's life and the lives of the younger generation of their family. This has been a stone on my chest for as long as I knew it, and I began to feel heavy before I knew it. But just in time, taking Mike's opportunity, I also solved this problem of Walnut and their family by the way. The province has many long nights and dreams. And besides, this time all the equipment, including the people, is out of the microphone. Even if they die inside, I don't feel bad. It's not just right. And if I had the chance, I'd like to kill them all.
Cooperate with Fat Man and Lan to kill them all. In this way, the pressure on our side will be much less for the tomb I want to go down to.
He Tao nodded vaguely in the darkness and did not speak. I asked him how he was doing, or he wouldn't follow me this time and take care of his injuries at home.
He Tao shook his head and said, "That place is too dangerous. If the person who goes in doesn't have your ability, he won't be able to come back alive. I needβ"
I sat up from the bed at once and looked at He Tao's back: "It's all about this, can you tell me why only our family can go inside?" If you don't tell me, what will I do then? Do I stand at the entrance and jump to the great god, and then chant a sesame to open the door? Or balala energy? β
He Tao smiled bitterly: "I don't know this ability." Anyway, I heard the eldest elder in the family say it. He didn't make it clear, he just said that as long as the people of your Wei family get there, they will naturally find a place to go in. β
I was stupid: "What do you mean by naturalness?" Is your old man and old lady talking-" I just wanted to say that it was out of tune, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was disrespectful to the old man to say this, and just wanted to change my words, I heard He Tao say: "I don't think it's out of tune either." β
I let out an "oh" and asked him, "What should I do, is it possible to do this?" I don't care, but you're supposed to convince that Mike that I have that ability, right? What else? Tell him that Lao Tzu has superpowers, but the level has not yet reached and there is no way to awaken? β
"He has only been in China for a few years, you are a native Chinese, do you know less than him?" He Tao turned to face me. It's just that the room is so dark that I can't see his expression now.
"How so? Do you really want to dance the gods? I asked.
"Foreigners break jade Chinese traditional culture, most of the parts that are known are official, that is, they can be used for propaganda - to put it bluntly, is Chinese Mandarin? How much does he know about the dialects of the country? β
Seconds understood.
"You mean, let me just say a few words in my dialect and fool him?"
He Tao nodded: "But it can't be too obvious." And you have to be prepared, if he doesn't understand, he will ask you to translate for him again in Mandarin. β
I immediately came to my senses: "It's easy. Brag. Forcing is Lao Tzu's specialty. When I said this, I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly something suddenly floated from the bottom of my heart.
Damn, I'm going to leave tomorrow, what about the fat man and Lan? When I thought of this, I suddenly remembered something again. It's been hidden in the sole of my shoe, but I've forgotten that there's such a thing as it happened.
(A new month, comrades, four thousand words a day for a month.) (To be continued.) )