I stared at the blood-red morning glow in the distant sky, and said, "It's a step too late!" ”

"It's just a step too late."

"Lin Kun, don't blame yourself too much, if you want to talk about it, I am also at fault for this matter, I have already knocked down that woman in the first place......"

"Fatty, don't say it, the most important thing at the moment is to find the only clue left by Zhuge Longyun, his research on that British missionary should not be made public, if it is a secret research, then he must have properly preserved these results."

Dawn, after the color of blood, will the light come.

"What's next?"

"Check it out, does Zhuge Longyun have any other relatives? If he did leave any clues, he should have kept them through his close relatives. ”

"I checked, Zhuge Longyun's wife died of uterine cancer five years ago, and he has only one daughter, who is currently studying in Shenyang University." Cheng Yiyun said.

"Daughter, Shenyang." I nodded, "In this case, we must divide our troops and set off, follow me all the way to Tibet, and go all the way to Shenyang to find people." ”

"There are only three of us, how can we divide them?" The fat man wondered.

"That's it, I'm in a group with Yiyun, fatty, you go to Shenyang first, and when you get there, I'll call Sister Qian to come and play with you!"

"Remember, if Zhuge Longyun's daughter really knows anything, then the British and even the people of the ancient Tibetan sect will definitely not let him go, fat man, you must protect people this time, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Don't worry!"

We spent the night in Beijing, and the next day we left in a hurry, Cheng Yiyun and I flew to Lhasa, passed by land through Yangbajing and Dangxiong areas, and then took a boat across Namtso Lake, and walked 100 kilometers to the Mawanggou Mountains.

Through the clues of Ning Tuzi and the assassination of Zhuge Longyun, I gradually sorted out some clues, most of the village slaughter incident in Mawanggou was done by the British, but Huo Xinlan and they concealed this from us.

"Ye Heping and Huo Xinlan almost fooled us when they sang and harmonized, why did the British leave such an obvious clue, it seems that they have already tacitly understood it."

"Then when we come back this time, will Huo Xinlan also take action?" Cheng Yiyun asked.

"That's for sure, after all, we're still partners now, and there is an unbreakable alliance between the Dragon Bone Hall and the 735 Institute, and although they have ghosts with each other, their goals are the same." I smiled, "Ning Rabbit said that if you go outside, you must first be inside, and I know what it means now." ”

"Is it the British?"

"Not only the British, but also the ancient Tibetan religion, here, this vast and ancient land, must and must only be in the hands of the people!"

"What does that mean?"

"No foreign invader or force that goes against the tide of history can rule this sacred place. So, the interests of both of us are really insignificant compared to this! ”

Our conjecture was indeed not wrong, Huo Xinlan quickly found us like a tail that could not be shaken off, and she brought news that the Lama was not in the Shengwang Cave, but was the abbot in a temple in Kangding. Yeping asked us to disguise ourselves as a convoy to pull goods into Tibet and secretly infiltrate the Lama to investigate the Lama of the Monks.

So our plan to go to Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain had to be put on hold for the time being, and we drove four trucks along the Sichuan-Tibet Road, a thousand miles.

When we arrived in Kangding, the capital of Ganzi Prefecture, it was already dark. The blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains and grasslands are breathtaking, the unrestrained and heroic horses gallop, the barley wine, and the beautiful women dancing.

"Lin Kun, in addition to investigating the Lama this time, we also have a mission." Huo Xinlan said to me.

"I want to hear about it."

"Secret visit to Kangding Psychiatric Hospital".

"A mental hospital?" I was surprised, "Why go there, are there any important clues there?" ”

"You are a smart person, since you have found the clue of Zhuge Longyun, you must also know that the British have been involved in this matter, and I do hide something from you about Mawanggou." Huo Xinlan was direct and did not shy away at all, "This mental hospital is located in the mountains thirty kilometers north of Kangding City, guarded by troops, heavily guarded, and kept secrets from the outside world. The hospital is full of severely mentally ill patients, and other than that, ......"

"You mean that the mentally ill people here have something to do with Mawanggou?"

"There is a patient here, codenamed '8624', who is a native of Jinhua, Zhejiang, who traveled to Tibet three years ago and disappeared in Qamdo. Later, he suddenly appeared in Lhasa, and when he saw someone, he bit him and was too strong to subdue him, and the police arrived and shot him to subdue him. ”

At the thick iron gate, two heavily armed soldiers stood guard with guns, "Stop!" "The soldier stopped the car with a gun.

Huo Xinlan showed his ID, and the soldier immediately saluted, pressed the motor button of the guardhouse, and the rusty heavy iron door grinded on the ground, with a dull sound, and the door slowly opened.

In the middle of the night, the psychiatric hospital was dead.

Entering through the iron gate, only a two-zhang wide dirt road stretches out in a thick black and gloomy front, surrounded by black forests and mountains. The dim headlights reflected the dense forest in front of them.

My voice was a little low: "How could a hospital be built in such a place?" ”

"It is said that the mentally ill here are dangerous people. It is located in an isolated place deep in the mountains to prevent patients from escaping. Huo Xinlan explained.

"The road is bottomless." Staring in the rearview mirror, the wet fog in the mountains and forests gathered, and the ghost of Hessian longed under the moonlight.

In the courtyard, three four-storey gray brick buildings stand in the shape of "Pin". There are a few rooms on the top floor of the building in the middle that have lights, and the lights are off on the left and right buildings.

The building is very old, made of bricks, wooden doors and windows, the lime walls in the building are old and slag, the cement floor is uneven, and the humidity is cold. I found and pressed the switch with a flashlight, and the dim light bulb flashed a few times before going out.

There are more than 10 rooms on the left and right corridors of the first floor, which seem to have been abandoned for a long time, and some of the doors are broken, and the interior is a mess.

On the walls and wooden doors, there are many sharp scratch marks, which look like countless paw prints, peeling lime walls are full of holes, and occasionally a few reddish-brown finger prints and palm prints. When I came to the staircase at the end of the left corridor, I suddenly noticed some staggered tooth marks on the handrails.

The staircase is a wooden structure, and there is a sound of stepping on it. I was silent and butted the wall upstairs.

Suddenly, Cheng Yiyun tugged at the corner of my clothes.

"What's wrong?"

"You look down......" Cheng Yiyun moved the flashlight down and shone on the stairs under his feet.

"Hair?" I was amazed.

The stairs were covered with scattered hairs.

Cheng Yiyun shook his flashlight to look around and found that there were many bullet holes on the wall and on the ground.

Something must be going on here. I led Cheng Yiyun all the way upstairs to the fourth floor. There are lights in several rooms in the right corridor.

I knocked on the door.

Inside the room, an old male voice responded, "You are here...... Come on in. ”

I pushed the door open, and saw a thin old man sitting against his desk, his face pale and haggard.

"Hello Dean." I held out my hand, but the dean didn't get up to shake my hand.

I saw him struggling to prop himself up, coughing a few times in his throat, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Come with me." ”

The weather in the mountains and forests is changeable, and it rains at some point.

The psychiatric hospital, which died quietly, suddenly blew up the camp, and the mentally ill roared in the dark night: "Red and green!" ”

From the ground floor to the top, there is a gloomy and dead body, the psychiatric wards are separated by heavy iron doors, and the corridors and corridors are filled with the smell of yin tide and fermentation.

Crying, wailing, laughing, laughing, shouting of grievances lingered in the closed building, countless claw marks and dried brown stains on the walls of the corridor, a few sticky spots of oil stained with hair.

Red lanterns hang on the side of each iron gate, and the narrow, dark and damp corridors twist and turn strange under the eerie red glow.

The evil groans of the mentally ill "Red Yoyo-Green Gloom ......" devour the souls of the living, cold sweat and coolness, and depressive breathing.

Why are there red lanterns? My eyebrows were furrowed, and beads of sweat condensed on my forehead.

In front of the ward at the end of the corridor, the director took out a large set of keys and opened the three locks on the iron door one by one.

"One door, three locks?" I asked, puzzled.

"Alas...... Six months ago, someone released these mental illnesses overnight, and the hospital was littered with corpses overnight. The garrison did not have time to react, and most of the casualties were lost. Since then, all the wards have been fitted with three locks......" said the dean with a grim voice.

No wonder there were bullet holes and marks of fighting everywhere, and I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead: "There is no electricity here? Why use lanterns? ”

The dean slowly turned his head sideways, staring at the faint red glow of the lantern in his eyes, and said: "These psychopaths are most afraid of red lanterns, and they don't dare to come out if they put a lantern in front of the door of the ward. ”

Pushing the iron door, the glow of the lantern poured into the ward, and it was blood-red.

The ward was empty. An iron bed, a few shackles, a few bloody palm prints on the damp and peeling and gray wall, a wrist-thick iron rod sealed the window, and the cold wind on a red rainy day hit the snow-white sheets and fell to the ground.

The smell of urine and sweat in the ward was pungent, and Cheng Yiyun pinched her nose: "Is this 'No. 8624'?" Where is he? ”

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"Alas...... I can't explain it to you, come with me......" The dean leaned over and picked up the sheets and spread them on the hospital bed, turning his head to look out the window, and the white electric light outside the window flashed, followed by the muffled sound of explosion.

"It's weird weather here, and there are thunderstorms in March." I was stunned, and cold sweat squeezed out the pores all over my body.

In the gloomy building, the red lanterns, the smell of formalin, and the smell of medicinal fermentation could not hide the puss condensed in the dampness.

"Ah......" In the wards on the top floor, the mentally ill suddenly roared heartbreakingly.

"Now that this '8624' is dead, what is the purpose of our here?" I looked at Huo Xinlan suspiciously.

"Shhh

Suddenly, the dean's eyes widened, and he hurried to me in a hoarse, low voice, "Shhhhhhhh Hush! Hush! ”

He booed three times, as if I had said something I shouldn't have said!

I gasped twice, "What's wrong?" ”

The dean shook his head nervously, his eyes were frightened, and his hands trembled violently: "Don't say 'it's dead'!" Don't say 'it's dead'! Don't say ......"