Shen Lang didn't expect that the day after Huairou finished saying this, she disappeared, looking at the empty hospital bed, the travel bag and old clothes belonging to Huairou were gone.

"Where's that girl here? Where did she go? ”

Brother Shan turned his head in surprise and asked the nurse, but the nurse shook her head again and again.

"I don't know, she paid for the medicine early in the morning and was discharged from the hospital."

"Discharged!? Her poison hasn't been cleared yet, how can you get her out of the hospital? ”

Compared with Brother Shan's anger, Shen Lang stared thoughtfully at the clean hospital bed, thinking about what Huairou said to leave her alone.

It seems that all this was premeditated by Huairou, and she has to deal with her own affairs, right? What exactly did she put him in, an irrelevant ordinary person?

He left his family all the way to Tibet, and what he got was such a result, how could he be embarrassed?

Shen Lang slammed his fist against the wall, frightening Brother Shan and the nurse.

Brother Shan looked at Shen Lang's angry expression and patted him on the shoulder with some reluctance.

"I guess she hasn't gone too far, let's look around?"

"Hmph, since she doesn't want us to take care of it, why bother to put a hot face on someone else's cold ass."

Hearing the cool tone, Brother Shan frowned, Shen Lang was really angry to say this, but he couldn't leave Huairou alone.

"Don't say that, there are still two dangerous people chasing her now, let her be alone, don't worry? I'll go around and ask first! ”

After Brother Shan finished speaking, he strode out of the ward.

Shen Lang wanted to say leave her alone, but he didn't say anything when Brother Shan came out of the ward.

Sitting on the hospital bed in a gloomy way, he felt a little irritable, yesterday's conversation ended in failure, Huairou's attitude was very resolute, he didn't want them to interfere, and he didn't tell him anything.

In fact, in his heart, Shen Lang vaguely knew that all this should have something to do with Huairou's identity, but who was she and why would anyone want to kill her?

You can't get the answer just by thinking, sighing and propping your palms on the pillow and preparing to get up and go out to find Huairou, there is a sound of pressing the paper under your hand, and the rectangular paper folded by the pillow is lifted and several place names are written in black handwriting, connected by arrows, like a road map.

The place names are: Beijing, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Tibet Qinghai Lake, Lhasa.

The location of the accident was marked next to Beijing, Zhejiang only put a question mark, and then Jiangxi wrote the trap parents next to it, Qinghai Lake was circled with the trap killer and the Arabic numeral 2, and the most interesting thing is that the last Lhasa is next to a big question mark and the word trap.

It seems that this should be from Huairou's handwriting, she linked several places with arrows because this is the place she walked through, and the meaning of the trap should be a representative of her danger, so Lhasa......

"Found it! Someone saw Xiaorou riding in the car and going in the direction of Lhasa! ”

Brother Shan panted and ran back, and Shen Lang pointed his finger at Lhasa, his eyes sharp.

"Take a look, take a look, authentic Tibetan silver! Girl, do you want a silver bracelet? Guaranteed authenticity, whether you wear it yourself or bring it to your family, it's a good choice! ”

The enthusiastic vendor was selling his goods, holding a silver bracelet carved with a totemic pattern, flipping left and right to show it to the girl in a black down jacket in front of the stall, and when he saw that the other party did not seem interested, he insisted on stuffing it into the other party's hand.

"Look at this color, you touch this feel, come on, you're welcome! If you don't like it, I still have a prayer wheel, can I have one? ”

"Thanks, no need. I want to ask you, how to get to the Potala Palace? ”

Frightened by the enthusiastic vendor, he hurriedly withdrew his hand to signal that he was not interested.

"The Potala Palace is very close, isn't it?"

Seeing that the business had not been done, the vendors were not angry, raised their hands and pointed back, and the majestic Potala Palace built on the mountain towered in front of them, and the Tibetan style architecture made people feel a sense of awe.

Walking in the direction of the Potala Palace, I saw many people kowtowing step by step, kneeling with a pious look on their faces, looking at their dusty appearance, I don't know how far they have gone and how many hardships they have experienced along the way, but their perseverance is really admirable.

From a distance, I watched the Potala Palace overlapping and twisting and turning, and the palace and the mountain merged together, standing tall and magnificent. The palace wall is red and white, and the palace roof is splendid, which has a strong artistic appeal.

While walking and seeing the place, I realized that the golden dome group at the top of the Potala Palace is no longer open to the public, and the open halls are often changed due to renovation and other reasons, only the most important palaces are open every day for visitors to enjoy, and they don't care if they come here not to play.

See the Potala Palace up close, the roof and window eaves are wooden structures, the cornices are overhanged, the corners of the roof are upturned, the copper tiles are gilded, and the gilded prayer buildings, treasure bottles, scorpion fish and golden-winged black are used as ridge decorations. The roof, which shines in the sun, adopts the mountain style and the cumulsk style, and has the architectural style of the Han Dynasty.

The wall under the eaves is decorated with gilded bronze ornaments, and the images are all Buddhist ritual eight treasures, with a strong Tibetan Buddhist color, and the layman can only see the amazement of the eyes, but do not know the mystery. The pillars and fangs are covered with bright colors and gorgeous carvings, the internal corridors are staggered, the halls are mixed, and the space is tortuous and unpredictable, making people feel like stepping into a mysterious world.

Attracted by these beautiful scenes, I couldn't help but want to stop and enjoy it for a while, but immediately someone came to remind me not to stay, so I had no choice but to walk out of the hall quickly.

Walking aimlessly to the west wall of the Potala Palace, I saw rows of prayer wheels that were not easy to count neatly arranged on wooden shafts, and at a glance, I felt both spectacular and mysterious.

There is a person who is turning the prayer wheel and walking forward, and the other hand is still holding a small one while walking, and the person who looks at it with a non-hurried and impatient attitude is stunned, she seems to have been here.

"Dying, bleating, dying......"

The sound of chanting drifted past his ears, and Huairou slowly stepped forward to follow the footsteps of the man.

The palm of her hand touched the cold prayer wheel and turned it slightly, from one prayer wheel to another, looking at the six-character mantra and bird and beast patterns carved on the rotating prayer wheel, she whispered out the six-character mantra in her mouth: "Dying, the horn baa......"

As soon as she finished reading, Huairou was stunned, why did she do this?

Swimming through the Potala Palace, turning the prayer wheel, Huairou's heart felt a little calm, this solemn place really has the effect of calming the mind?

"Yo, the girl finished visiting the Potala Palace so quickly?"

As soon as the vendor just now saw the familiar person, he couldn't help but say hello, and Huairou looked up and saw the prayer wheel on his stall.

She didn't pay much attention to the vendor's recommendation before, but now that she saw the small object, she became interested, and couldn't help but pick it up and take a closer look.

"Do you want one? This prayer wheel is a ritual tool for repentance of the past, elimination of disasters and refuge, and accumulation of merits, presumably the girl also saw that there is almost one person here in Tibet, how can you not bring a few back when you come to travel! ”

Repenting of the past, dispelling disasters and taking refuge, and accumulating merits, does a person like her who caused others to die in vain deserve such a thing?

Huairou's heart couldn't help but move, and she paid for it and picked up the prayer wheel and turned it slightly, but as soon as she turned it, she was held down by the vendor and shook her head.

"Girl, the prayer wheel can't be turned like this, your thumb must be square with the other four fingers, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the Buddha. Also, girl, you're in too much of a hurry, you should turn around like this. ”

The vendor said and took it from Huairou's hand to demonstrate, slowly turned it up gently, and looked at the vendor's movements Huairou nodded seriously.

After thanking her, Huairou reverently turned the prayer wheel in the posture of the vendor, and suddenly she felt as if she had turned this, such a picture was very familiar.

Something flashed in her mind, but it was too fast for her to grasp at all, frowning and concentrating on the picture of the prayer wheel, someone had told her how to turn the prayer wheel before.

"People who are anxious are prone to resentment and hatred ......"

Who is it! Who said this to her, so familiar voice, but who is it?

"When you turn around, you have to recite the six-character mantra, come, read it with me, and ...... it."

The voice that popped up in my head couldn't hear men and women, but Huairou intuitively felt that it was a man's voice, but who was that person? Why teach her to read this?

"Ama Horn Moo......" Huai Tenderness couldn't help turning the prayer wheel, muttering a six-character mantra in his mouth.

"Hmph, even if you turn this thing bad, I'm afraid you won't be able to redeem your sins!"

The familiar voice made Huairou come back to her senses and look up, and she saw a familiar and vicious face, it was the scar man who hurt her last time and fell into the crack of the mountain!

She knew that the scar man would not let her go so easily, but she glanced to the side but did not see the figure of the evil man, thinking that she cut the wrist of the evil man that day, it should not have hurt his tightening, but the injury would take ten days and half a month to recover, and they were no better than themselves.

"I've come to Lhasa as requested, but I still can't remember, are you here to kill me or do you want my memory?"

Huairou put down the prayer wheel, and had no intention of escaping or attacking at all, which surprised the scar man.

"You still can't remember anything?"

"If you think about it, do you think I'll be here honestly?"

Why should everyone make her think, she's already amnesiac, isn't it? If memories could be remembered so easily, then how could she honestly follow that person's instructions to send her to death?

"Forget it, you come with me." The scar man turned his head and walked away, Huairou hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed.

I followed the scar man directly to a hotel, a building with Tibetan characteristics, and the decoration in the house was gorgeous, but there was no one in the hotel.

"Hello, do you want to stay at the hotel?" At the bar was a dark-faced man, rough but very kind.

"Don't stop, take a look." After the scar man finished speaking, he ignored the other party's expression, and walked straight into the hall, Huairou quickly followed, and he didn't know what the scar man brought her here for.

Walking deeper into the hotel, the scar man led Huairou to the corner wall on the first floor, where photos were hung.

The scar man pointed to the wall, and then sat down on the sofa next to him, saying nothing, as if to let Huairou see for himself.

Approaching the photo wall, the photos on it are a group photo of many people, tourists wearing Hanfu and locals wearing Tibetan robes, but how many tourists still account for it, one by one carefully looked over, and stopped at the photo in the far right corner.

In the photo, there are rows of prayer wheels, braided hair and many accessories, and snow-white skin indicates that she is not Tibetan, but the girl in a thin Tibetan dress is full of smiling faces, which she has seen more than once, and it is herself!

She'd been here before, so that person wanted her to come and find memories for herself?

"See? You don't even remember this, no wonder the hypnotists don't have it, but ......" Scar Man said, pulling out a frightening smile. "My medicine will definitely remind you of it all."

Huairou felt a sudden shock in her heart, remembering the injection she gave her the last time she was beaten by the scar man, and the bloodshot in her poisoned eyes has not disappeared now, what method can he use, he doesn't need to think about it at all.

"I want to see him."