He looked at me blankly, licked his lips, and said in a less proficient English: "My name is Yadong, and the guide of the village of Titama ......,—and then he said a few words that I did not understand, probably either in Spanish or Quechua. I was about to jump up in excitement when I heard the word "Yadong", and I hurried to hold him up, and told him in broken English that Kadilon was looking for him, and that the people of the village cared about him, and that we were old friends of Chief Kamaya. These words, though fictional, were enough to calm the frightened and trembling Indian guide. The news of his family and the village gave him a long-lost sense of security, and tears flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth several times to speak, but he was too excited to make a sound. I said to him, "This is not the place to talk, you get up and come with me first, let's go to a safe place-

Adong nodded, wiped tears from her eyes, and followed me closely back to the savage camp. I led Adong back to the camp on the bald slope, and as soon as I climbed the hill, I heard the fat man shouting, "The bald scoop has been found." Lao Hu, come on-

Hearing that Liu Meng was alive, I was a hundred times more excited than touching the gold, and pulled Yadong and said, "Come with me, there are people here who can understand your words." He's a good friend of the Kamaya patriarch-

The tent we had set up was surrounded by Cremo savages, and the fat man squeezed out of the crowd and laughed at me, "Liu Meng, this kid is too fucking hard, and guess what, the savages threw him in the ravine to die, thinking that he would be eaten by wild beasts." Who would have thought that the area was overgrown with poisonous tropical plants, and ordinary animals would not be interested in going there to hunt for food. When Four Eyes found him, this guy was actually sleeping, my mother-in-law, I heard that there are leopards on the mountain, it's really fucking dangerous-

I didn't have time to introduce him to Yadong, other than to say that it was someone who could give us clues. We got into the tent, only to see the bald head wrapped in heavy gauze sleeping on the marching bed, Wang Shao lighting a small alcohol stove on the side and serving meticulously.

Seeing us coming in, Siyan pointed at Wang Shao and said, "The eldest young master has made meritorious service this time, if it weren't for his sharp eyes, Liu Guangtou wouldn't have been able to get it back-

The fat man said: "The eldest young master is really sympathetic to his subordinates, not to mention carrying Liu Bald back all the way, and the work of bandaging and medicine is also covered." You see, there is meat stewed on the small stove -

I said, "This is called a report for a report, and he is a blessing on weekdays." Now let him also experience the feeling of serving people, he is always self-righteous in the province, and he uses a stinky shelf to call people-

In our group of people, Liu Meng can be said to be the only person Wang Qingzheng trusts, this loyal and honest bodyguard followed him all the way, not relatives are better than relatives, and the two have a deep relationship so deep that they have nothing to say. Wang Shao was rarely quiet at the moment, he didn't bother to quarrel with the fat man and the four-eyed man at all, and took care of the injured guy wholeheartedly.

There was already a wound on the bald head, and he was smashed by the mask chief with a big stone on his head, and he was not killed on the spot It was already the creation of the previous life, and at this moment, seeing that he was alive, most of the stones in my heart also fell, and now I just wait for him to wake up, and the puzzles we encountered along the way should be solved.

Today we tossed all day, cocoons and sacrifices, and several of us were physically and mentally exhausted, and the fat man pulled the mask chief into the tent and prepared to teach him a good lesson, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart-

You see, this is the rattan I found, and in a moment we will take turns to give him a whip, so that he will know how good the working people are—the fat man is about to whip him, and the chief is so frightened that he retreats. I took the rattan and said, "You just beat and scolded others, and any resentment should be eliminated a lot." What kind of heroes are you who are calculating with a bunch of barbarians. What's more, we don't know what the 'Eulabun' in their mouths is, and what it has to do with touching the golden talisman. Yiqiē still waits to figure it out before making a decision-

Although the chief could not understand Chinese, he still saw the clue from our expressions and behaviors, and knew that I had saved him from the pain of flesh and skin, so he bowed to me gratefully, and I couldn't stand this unequal treatment of kneeling and knocking, so I helped the chief up, and said to him if I could give me the three-eyed mask and the golden axe to see, and I would naturally return it to him after studying.

The chief hesitated for a moment, silently turning his eyes away, unwilling to hand over the things, it seemed that the mask and the golden axe were vital to their tribe and could be some kind of proof of power. The fat man snapped and shook him with a whip: "You old money fan, you dare to resist passively when you die, hurry up and hand over the things to Lao Tzu, or ......-

The chieftain, fearing the fat man's wrath, took out his mask and golden axe from his waist, threw them on the ground, and turned and withdrew from the tent. I laughed and said, "Sure enough, the wicked have their own wicked grinding, and being polite to him is regarded as a blessing, and you have to be rough to know that you are afraid-

The fat man picked up the golden axe and shook the rattan in his hand: "This is called the power coming out of the barrel of the gun, and relying on strength to speak-

Qin Siyan also smiled and said, "It's not your whip or gun that people are afraid of, if it weren't for the golden talisman around the neck, we wouldn't have asked someone to cook it long ago." Hey, shopkeeper, what kind of business did you do before, you don't know what I said-

I said: "It's all when I was young, and the heroes don't mention the courage of the year, touching the gold and fighting upside down, it's the work of tying the head to the waistband of the trousers." It looks majestic, but to put it bluntly, it's not just a mouse through the mountains, a wild cat plowing the ground, what is there to mention. You still come and see this mask, I always feel familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it-

Qin Siyan picked up the mask and went to the kerosene lamp to observe carefully, he was a lawyer in Yiyuanzhai, and he had been behind the old man Sang for half a lifetime, and there were many things he had learned from his ears and eyes, and he was a foreign student, and he also had a deep understanding of foreign history and folk culture.

Shopkeeper, you and I have seen this thing, have you forgotten it? Right at the Washington Police Department - Four Eyes picked up the golden three-eyed mask and sent it to me, - because of this thing, you and the fat brother almost suffered a wrongful lawsuit. Do you remember? ——

I**, no wonder this thing looks familiar, Lao Hu, this is a stolen Inca princess mask! - The fat man took the mask from my hand and said happily, - Catch the thief and catch the stolen goods, these can be caught by us. Hehe, this group of wild people on donkey day look at how Lao Tzu cleaned them up today-

As soon as they said this, I really remembered the origin of the mask, and it was not the lost item that we had worked so hard to find back! Shirley Young followed the killer who stole the mask all the way into the rainforest, in order to find the real murderer of Dr. Owen and reclaim the museum artifacts, and now the stolen three-eyed golden mask is in our hands, so where is Shirley Young now, is he also in the camp of the Cremo people like us?

The fat man thought for a long time and said, - Why can't I see anything special about this face, why did the people of the bamboo pole steal it? -

I said, "I don't know what role masks play in the Inca culture. However, in the concept of Chinese people, the mask is a symbol of people's hearts, a weapon used as a camouflage. Mask culture is also known as the Wu culture, and the Wu opera and Wu sacrifice that we often hear about are a kind of sacrifice with masks. In ancient times, the spread of Nu opera was very wide, and it was popular in the southwest region, the Yangtze River Basin, the Yellow River Basin, the Nenjiang River Basin and other places. With the evolution of productivity and society, the influence of the relatively developed economy of the opera has gradually disappeared, but in the remote southwest region, especially in the ethnic minority areas, the people still believe in the divine power of the opera. Masks play a very important role in the rituals. During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, when the style of the Nu sacrifice was prevalent, in order to obtain a strong sacrificial effect in the Nu sacrifice, Fang Xiangshi, who presided over the Nu sacrifice, wore a 'golden four-eyed' mask. "Zhou Li Summer Palace" said: "Fang Xiang's palm is covered with bear skin, gold eyes, Xuanyi comes to wear, he holds a shield, he is handsome and handsome, and he uses the room to drive away the epidemic." Later generations deified Fang Xiang's clan and turned it into an image representative of Najib to drive away ghosts and plagues and eliminate disasters. The role of this three-eyed golden mask is similar, it may be a sacrificial thing of the Inca, and it is endowed with a strong theocratic color-

The fat man said: "Since our ancestors used four eyes, they used three eyes, which shows that the Incas have lower specifications than ours and belong to their grandchildren." Didn't Old Man Wang say that the Native Americans are all descendants of the remnants of the Rausch Shang Dynasty, and it is not surprising that there are one or two masks similar to those of the ancestors-

From the moment we spoke, Yadong had been hiding in the corner of the tent, and was even more frightened when he saw the chief enter. Four Eyes asked him some questions, and then said to me, "Yadong's foreign language skills are limited, he doesn't understand Spanish very well, and he doesn't speak English enough. He gave a general introduction, saying that the barbarians killed many archaeological team members, cameramen, and foreign soldiers. The Asian woman is very powerful, and she has also killed many savages. Adong was afraid of being implicated, so he took off his coat and wandered among the barbarians, and it had been five days. As for why the fight started, he didn't know very much, only that the barbarians suddenly attacked the camp of the archaeological team one night. ”