"I see, it seems that it is necessary to kill them until they are brain dead, no wonder he can kill the cripple, it seems that these people know very well how to kill those mutated weirdos, which means that they must have something to do with it."

"That's politics." Ning Tuzi said with a smile, "Huo Xinlan, who came to save you later, instead took advantage of the fisherman." ”

I was silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke, "Lao Ning, I think that if you want to figure things out, there is only one way that is the fastest and most effective. ”

"I know what you're trying to say." Ning Tuzi smiled, "Straight to the Yellow Dragon, right?" ”

"Yes!"

"But you just failed once, and Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain is not so easy to enter."

"If you can't do it once, just twice, you can always get in, and now someone has already removed the roadblocks for us, without the threat of Mawanggou, it is easier to enter Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain."

"Now we don't know who we are."

"Lao Ning, don't be verbose, just say if you are willing to help me, right?"

"Haha, you kid, I knew you were going to do this." Ning Tuzi seemed to know what I was going to say, and said with a smile, "You can help you, but you have to think differently." ”

"What's the idea?"

"If you can find someone, perhaps, some dusty secrets will be solved."

"Who?"

"This person's name is Zhuge Longyun, and he is a professor who studies the history of Tibet, he may not know the whole story, but there are some key clues, and you may be able to provide some new opportunities if you look for him."

"Okay, I'll go find him."

"Hey, don't worry, I'm not done yet."

"What's wrong?"

"There is intelligence that a group of foreign forces are preparing to send agents to assassinate Professor Zhuge ."

"Who is this Zhuge Longyun? Causing an assassination by a foreign power? I was puzzled: "Would a teacher of history arouse so much interest from the enemy?" ”

"This Zhuge Longyun specializes in the study of different aspirations, to put it bluntly, it is a thing of gods and ghosts, but this is also where he is clever, this kind of learning involves a lot of geography, folklore, and religion, and the system is very complex."

"Are you really sure that this Zhuge Longyun can help me?"

"Try it, this person must be very important, otherwise, why would a foreigner move him?"

"British?"

Ning Rabbit nodded and said, "Nine times out of ten!" ”

In this way, the matter is clear, the British got involved, but things have taken a turn for the better, and many invisible clues slowly surfaced.

"I arranged a helper for you."

"Helper?"

"As for which helper it is, I'll sell it first, and you'll know when the time comes."

I didn't continue to ask after Ning Tuzi sold Guanzi, and the next morning, I took Cheng Yiyun to Beijing.

This Zhuge Longyun is actually not a popular figure in Peking University, although his knowledge can be recognized by the academic community today, but in ancient times, this was not a serious study after all, so it was relatively unpopular, and there was no star in Peking University, where academicians gathered.

As soon as we entered his office, we saw him wearing lifeless reading glasses and asking without raising his head, "You are here for the ancient Tibetan religion?" ”

He didn't spare the circle at all, and his words hit the nail on the head.

I was quite surprised, "Professor Zhuge is not able to pinch and calculate, how can you see our identities at a glance?" ”

I have Zhuge Longyun is even more unfathomable than I imagined.

Zhuge Longyun smiled and said: "It's been sixty years, just one round of Jiazi. Sixty years ago someone searched for the mystery of ancient Tibet, and now you ......."

"What? Someone tried to find out the secret sixty years ago? ”

"A few days ago, my classmates in the UK persuaded me to cooperate with the British, and I realized that I might not be able to hide this matter."

"Looks like someone is a step ahead of us?"

"Not only the British, but even the people of the ancient Tibetan religion are not idle, and my family is now facing their threat!"

"And such a thing?"

"Forget it, you asked me in vain, I don't know more than you, I'm just a teacher, not a spy, not an agent."

"But your knowledge can help us, help us, and help yourself and your family!"

"Really? But what is the use of this, once the secrets of ancient Tibetan religion become a reality, everything is over, no one knows, the Soviets interrogated Hitler's personal bodyguard, SS Major General Hovsmann, but he does not know what Hitler's purpose is to find the lama. ”

Zhuge Longyun suddenly said this, and I was a little confused, and asked: "Didn't the British look for you, why did the Soviets and Germans also get involved?" ”

During the two days of interrogation of the lama, Hitler repeatedly signaled for the others to leave, leaving only Colonel Rolcha of the Guards Regiment. Two days later, Hitler ordered the lama to be executed, and at the same time Rolcha was poisoned. After Hitler's death, this shocking secret was destroyed with him in the flames of gasoline. ”

Zhuge Longyun said that this thing is actually circulated in the wild history, it is not groundless, he is a researcher of different aspirations, and this kind of story is more than enough to tell for a year and a half.

For 60 years, this incident has been the focus of covert research in the military and historical circles of various countries, and it has been called the first of the 'Ten Unsolved Mysteries of World War II'. As time passes, other mysteries about World War II have been unraveled, and at present, the last mystery of the 'Ten Unsolved Mysteries' remains: the Tibetan Lama.

"Professor Zhuge , do you have any evidence for what you said?"

If the culture of the Central Plains is a material world society with a highly developed material civilization, then Tibet is a consciousness society with a highly developed spiritual realm." Zhuge Longyun said very confidently, "If you have read "King Gesar", you will have this feeling, as the world's longest epic, its number of words exceeds the sum of the "three great epics of the world" such as "Homer's Epic" and "Plato's Epic"; ”

"Even so, I can't agree with you."

"In the nineteenth century, there was an Englishman, a priest and an archaeologist, who lived in Tibet for thirty years, visited and recorded the legends and contents of ancient Tibetan religion through various channels, but then he mysteriously committed suicide."

"British, does this person have anything to do with the ancient Tibetan religion?"

"Yes!" Surprisingly, Zhuge Longyun nodded very affirmatively, "His death is not an accident, but he has to die, as a scholar, his research can undoubtedly be recorded in history, but as a priest, his faith is ......"

I would care.

"Professor Zhuge has one more thing, please pay attention to your safety, since the British have attacked you, then they must take action."

"Hahaha......" Zhuge Longyun laughed heartily, "I am a dying person, you can rest assured, a cloth cloth, the ambition is not small, although he is dead, he does not dare to betray the country for glory." ”

Walking out of the gate of Peking University, Ji Weiqi transferred a phone call through Sister Meng, informing me that Cheng Yiyun and I went to Siberia first, and the helper prepared by Lao Ning was there.

"It seems that the British sent terrible killers to carry out the plan to assassinate Zhuge Longyun." I speculated, otherwise, the cautious Ji Weiqi would not let me risk leaving at this moment.

"Why can't the matter of protecting Zhuge Longyun be handed over to the people of Ye Heping?"

"No." I decisively refused, "In the current situation, this clue is in our hands, at best, it is our bargaining chip, and at worst, it may be the magic weapon to win!" ”

In the spring of March, the horses galloped on the real prairie, and the blue sky and white clouds, distant mountains and silver lakes all became the background. After passing through Manchuria, it is bordered by the Hulunbeier steppe in the east, and then the Mongolian border. There is no old shadow of the desert of the former border town, but now it is quiet and peaceful and vibrant.

Further north through Mongolia, exotic.

All the way to the north, I lived in a yurt and ate "hand-grilled meat", experiencing the authentic grassland flavor along the way; Fried fish, grilled fish, and stewed fish, this is a whole fish feast on the shore of Hulun Lake that is so fresh that people almost swallow their tongues; Milk and black tea are mixed with boiling water to make fragrant milk tea, egg cream and flour are fried into quiches, then served with homemade jam, bread with Russian soup, and a spoonful of fresh cream.

On a journey that forgot about the hustle and bustle of the city, I soon arrived at my destination: Chita.

At the beginning of spring, the snow and ice in Siberia begin to melt.

Chita, a small Siberian town, was the place of exile of the revolutionaries. This mysterious city, which was once closed to outsiders, is now attracting more attention.

Lenin Square, the prison, the Decembrist Church and the 17th-century monument are traces of history, the Pushkin Library has a collection that residents are proud of, and it is surprising that the city of Chita has so many theaters, concert halls and cinemas, and even children have no shortage of puppet shows to watch.

Standing on Deer Mountain overlooking Chita, the entire town is completely surrounded by snow-capped savannahs and reckless forests. Because of proper protection, the grasslands here are fertile; In the northeast, there is a large primeval forest, and the air is filled with the fragrance of pine, but the pine forest is interspersed with the enchanting birch forest. The crystal clear Chita River gushes out of the lush forest, filling the surrounding air with the smell of moist fragrant forests. The sparse old European-style buildings are lined up along the river valley, and the scene feels like stepping into a fairy tale.

We spent the evening enjoying the Russian violin and harmonica in the town pub. Russian beer is mellow and strong. Russians like to add vodka to beer, and the Northeasterners call it "cannon lighting", and it is difficult for people with bad alcohol to walk past three glasses.

Ning Rabbit gave me information that it was a target task, and it was very likely that he would appear in this bar tonight. Sure enough, before I finished drinking the beer, I found that there was one more person in the corner. The man was in a black-skinned trench coat and had a bloated build, and he only cared about drinking.

From time to time, several busty Russian women invite him with their buttocks crossed. After a while, two big men with Northeast accents entered the bar and went straight to the corner. It seems to be an appointment.

The northeasterner lit a bottle of vodka, handed the man a cigar, and asked, "Big brother, is Ming'er's business done?" ”

"Of course you have business." The man said.

"It's some rich mainlanders, bidding 100,000 yuan." The Northeasterner lit his cigar, took a hard puff, and spat out the smoke ring in the sky.

"You know, I've always counted by head. How many of them are there? ”

"Just three."

"The price is right. The old rules, you are three. ”

"Big brother is refreshing! Come, drink! ”