"I should ask you that." Sun Desheng was not surprised by the sudden return of the two Tibetan young people, and continued to the two with a smile: "Come, I didn't say it, take a closer look." Look at this boss where you've seen ......."

The two young Tibetans were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, and then at the same time focused their gazes on the face of the German named Hemer. By the light of the flashlight, the two of them looked at it over and over for a while before the two turned back to Sun Desheng and said, "It's not that you want to find that Victor, or are we not talking about a Victor?" ”

After laughing for a while, Sun Desheng looked at Kampot and Basang and said, "The demons who have been making trouble here for more than a hundred years can't recognize them face to face now?" Look at it again, the team of the old man of the toast of yours was eaten by him in one bite. ”

As he spoke, Sun Desheng took out a piece of tsamba from his pocket that he had eaten as a snack. Gesturing at Hemmer's position, he continued, "Am I right? After thinking about it, I will answer ......"

Haimo had just chewed a bag of candy and swallowed it, and after seeing the extra tsamba in Sun Desheng's hand, his eyes lit up again, and after nodding at Kampot and Basang, he said, "Yes, the person who ate the toast is me, is there any more questions?" If there is no problem, don't delay me from eating......" Sun Desheng smiled and threw the tsamba in his hand at Haimo.

Hearing Hemmer admit that he was the demon that had plagued them for a hundred years, Kampot and Basang looked at Hemmer who was gobbling it up, where was there a little demonic look? Basang looked disapproving, snorted, and said to himself: "If this foreigner is a demon, then I am King Gesar." ”

Sun Desheng smiled and said to Hai Mo, who had already swallowed the tsamba: "Tell them that more than a hundred years ago, they met a Tibetan team below, what happened later?" ”

"How can I possibly remember something more than a hundred years ago? Not to mention a hundred years, what did you eat for Christmas twenty years ago, will you remember? Although he had just swallowed a palm-sized piece of tsamba, Haimer still had a dissatisfied look on his face, he leaned on the monkey-faced boulder, looked at Sun Desheng weakly and continued: "I have encountered too many things on this mountain, how can I think of everything?" ”

"Christmas Twenty Years Ago...... I ate noodles and a cake that was out of date. After Sun Desheng squinted his eyes and finished speaking to Haimer, he then asked Basang for a piece of food similar to steamed cassava, and he took this piece of cassava to Hemo and continued: "Give you a little motivation, remember?" Just as he was about to descend the mountain, he met more than a dozen people...... It could also be a team of several dozen people. You should have asked them for food, but they didn't give it to you, what happened to you......"

"You said this, let's talk about it earlier......" Haimer's eyes stared at the cassava in Sun Desheng's hand without blinking, and after swallowing his saliva, he continued: "It's really more than a hundred years ago, that night I saw a team of more than a dozen people, and they seemed to be hunters. I saw that they had caught a lot of prey, so I went and borrowed some from them. Actually, if I didn't give it, I would have left immediately, but the man who took the lead said that this was his territory, and that I was a thief here without his permission.

At that time, I reasoned with them that we were all God's people, and this was God's territory. I didn't expect that the person who took the lead didn't listen to my explanation, and directly asked his servants to come and beat me, and said that they wanted to drive me away. They also beat me with sticks. In the end, Haosen was alarmed, and you have to ask Haosen if something happened later. I've got that much to know, can you give me that piece of snack now? ”

"Haosen......" After repeating the name, Sun Desheng threw the cassava in his hand to Haimo. The two Tibetan youths somewhat believed that this foreigner was the demon they had been nagging about for a hundred years. Still, the two were skeptical. Basang shifted his gaze to Sun Desheng, looked at the fat man and said, "No, although there are several versions of the original legend, I have never heard of demons being such a person. Look at him, how can he look like a little demon? ”

"That's because the story of the demon has been modified, and I am afraid that I will not be dizzy, so I have revised it into several versions" Ah Cuo glanced at the two Tibetan young people, and after a pause, he continued for Sun Desheng: "But in this process, there is still a more reliable version that has been handed down, that is, the one of the big-nosed foreigners." This is a bit strange, why a few villages at the foot of the mountain have been modified so outrageously, but when you go to a farther county seat, you can find relatively real information. This is the opposite of the law of rumors. Great Sage, I'm right, right? ”

When Ah Cuo spoke, Sun Desheng's face still had his signature hippie smile, and his eyes stared directly at the two Tibetan brothers who had already been looked a little unnatural by him. After laughing, he said to Ah Cuo: "I know that I didn't find the wrong person, my boss is my boss." It's not that I said, but it's not that complicated, it's just that someone who doesn't want others to find out about the secret on the mountain, according to the original version that Hemmer appeared. Keep revising the story of the demon on the mountain, if we come a few years later, even if there are clues related to Hemer, they will be replaced by another kind of mythological story that has nothing to do with him at all. He said he ate dozens of people, right? At that time, it may have been a woman in red clothes who picked the yang and supplemented the yin, and drained the team of more than 100 strong men in the big toast, am I right? Mr. Kampot, or, I should call you by your real name - Victor. Sassoon? ”

As soon as Sun Desheng finished speaking, Basang had already turned his face to look at his old friend. After taking a closer look, he was sure that the person next to him was undoubtedly Kampot. If nothing else, let's just say that Kampot and Pasang were originally two people of different races. How can such behavioral traits that can be seen at a glance be fake?

When Basang looked at Kampot, Kampot himself had a surprised expression. He shook his head at Sun Desheng and said, "Are you kidding? I'm about the same height as the Victor you're looking for. But other than my height, I don't have any resemblance to him anymore. Anyone with sight can see it at a glance, right? “

"That's why I admire you too." Sun Desheng smiled and looked at him with a confused face, and after a pause, he continued: "This is what Haimo reminded me just now, he said that someone would come up to bring him food before, but he didn't come up recently. It's because Kampot and Victor have to be converted, it takes a little time. If I'm right. You must have suffered some kind of injury a while ago, and you haven't shown up at home, right? ”

When he said these words, Kampot, who was standing beside Basang, suddenly laughed strangely. slapped in the direction of Sun Desheng, and said in fluent English to the two of them: "Mr. Sun, I really admire your amazing thinking ability. Why are all my plans recognizable to you? In your Chinese dialect, is this what you are talking about both Yu and He Shengliang? ”

As he said this, Kampot pulled out a handkerchief and a bottle of unknown liquid, and he poured the liquid from the bottle onto the handkerchief. Then he wiped it vigorously on his face with this handkerchief, and then the time to witness the miracle came. When he saw that his handkerchief was removed from his face, his originally dark face had become white. He pulled out the plaster powder sticky on his face, and then, Victor, who had been missing for many days, stood in front of Ah Cuo and Sun Desheng.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that everything in front of him was real.