The birth of ancient Tibetan religion originated from the nature worship of religious theocracy by all living beings in the slave society, from the succumbing to the powerful divine power and fear of the unknown by human beings, and from the cowardice in the depths of the soul and the shock of death.

If the ancient Tibetan religion at that time was tyrannical and went against the trend of history, it still had the necessity to exist, then in today's society, if this terrible demon wants to recover, it is to destroy itself. Because, not only the people of the world will not agree, but history will not agree either.

I suddenly thought of the "politics" that Ning Tuzi had told me, the ancient Tibetan religion's attempt to control the snowy plateau and turn this sacred land back into a region where their demons roamed.

"Did Big Red wake up?" I was taken by surprise.

"That's right, she's awake, about three days." "At first we thought she might have woken up because she was out of the control of the medication, which had to be taken on time or it would be less effective. ”

"Isn't that so?" I asked, "That's exactly what Sam said. ”

"Yes, but it's not." The dean shook his head, "In the initial period of time, Dahong's original consciousness gradually recovered, and everything seemed to be improving, but it didn't take long for her body to start festering, and the whole person stinked, and we operated on her, but found that her body was already highly decomposed. ”

"How so?!"

"That's what shocked us." The dean sighed, "Just when we thought she was hopeless, she miraculously recovered that night, and her festering body healed healthily, although her body still had pus, but her body was still healthy." ”

"And what about her consciousness?"

"Revert to the way she came here."

"Isn't it the drug?"

"I'm not sure about this, the drug residue we detected in her body has been decreasing over time, indicating that this drug can be metabolized and excreted by the human body, and it stands to reason that the effect of the drug will continue to weaken." The dean said, "We have tried all the detection methods for the change of big red, but we still have no clue. ”

"And what else has she done during her time here?"

"Yes!" The dean nodded vigorously, "Speaking of which, this matter still lingers. ”

"That night, I suddenly woke up from my slumber, it turned out that the windows were not closed, and the night wind was chilling. When I was about to get up and close the window, I found that I couldn't move, and even my voice was stuck in my throat, and my whole body felt like I was paralyzed. ”

"Ghost press?" I wondered.

"I immediately realized I was in a nightmare, but at that moment, my hair stood on my head and my scalp was numb, and I saw a man in black standing in the corner."

"What? Men in Black? I tensed, "Did someone infiltrate a heavily guarded mental hospital?" Is this possible? ”

"My first reaction at the time was that someone sneaked into my room and drugged me, but when I looked closely, I realized that something was wrong, the moonlight outside the window reflected the frost in the room, but there was no shadow of that person!" The dean nervously broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Because, the shadow of the wooden frame of the vertical hood jacket that is also leaning against the corner of the wall is clearly visible, and there is only one possibility, that the person is transparent, and his feet are dark below his calves." When the dean talked about this experience, his tone trembled very much, not like he was talking about it.

I looked at him and asked, "You mean ghosts?" ”

"Lin Kun, listen to the dean's words!" Huo Xinlan interrupted my question.

"The man staggered towards me, I struggled desperately, but I couldn't make a sound, just as the man got closer and closer, I had strong tinnitus in both ears, and then a strong squeezing sensation in my brain, I felt that my brain was invaded by an invisible external force, and my consciousness was gradually squeezed to the edge of the cranial cavity, and I was about to leave my body."

The dean's words made me vaguely aware that there were indeed other factors in the change of Da Hong, if someone sneaked here, this possibility is not high, but judging from the dean's statement, if other means were used, it may not be known.

"At that moment, my secretary returned, he was up at night, the tinnitus and squeezing suddenly disappeared, and the man in black was gone. I sat up jerkily, regaining my strength. The dean was relieved when he said this.

"Later, did you check the reason?"

"I checked, but I didn't know!" The dean sighed, looking a little helpless, "As far as I know, about one-third of the people who have encountered ghost presses across the country have seen visions, and thirty percent of them have had a strong sense of consciousness squeezing conflict, as well as a strong sense of magnetic oppression, maybe ......"

It seems that the dean has accepted the idea of the ghost press in his heart.

"By the way, Dean, have you checked the people in the courtyard that night?"

The dean glanced at me and said, "I know what you want to say, you suspect that there is something wrong with the internal personnel, and I have also thought about this, but without evidence, I can't find any clues." ”

"Did Da Hong change back to his original appearance after that night?"

The dean nodded, "The strange place is here, Da Hong became a madman again that night, I tried to start with the people who came into contact with her, but after a detailed investigation, no one touched her at all that night, except for ......"

"Except for what?"

“8624……”

"You mean that 8624 that no longer exists? He used his consciousness to control Big Red? ”

"That's the only explanation!"

Although I don't know if this 8624 really exists in this world as the Dean said, in a way of being that surpasses all life, and can control people's hearts through consciousness, this explanation is indeed too bizarre and absurd, and has no logical connection to be believed.

"Alright, it's not too early." Huo Xinlan looked at her watch, "We have to go." ”

I looked at the time, it was almost dawn, I had to hurry back to the hotel, and I had to leave in the morning.

So, I hurriedly said goodbye to the dean, drove back to the hotel, and quickly lay down on the bed to rest for a few hours.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Xu Qian called, saying that she had been in Shenyang to fight Guo Fatzi, because Ji Weiqi had other arrangements for Guo Fatzi, so she transferred him back, saying that she would not just round with me, while Xu Qian investigated Zhuge Longyun's daughter by herself, trying to find her as soon as possible.

British MI6 is indeed very cunning, and it is even better than the KGB in the former Soviet Union. Their ruthlessness and secrecy have thwarted our plans at every turn.

"At present, there is intelligence that Zhuge Longyun's daughter is also in danger." Xu Qian said on the other end of the phone, "We are trying our best to protect her, but the other party's actions are very fast, and we must take the first step." ”

"Sister Qian, why do you say the British are slaughtered?"

"There is only one possibility, Zhuge Longyun's daughter is the key clue figure."

"It seems that you and I are heroes see the same thing, and I also think that Zhuge Longyun will not be able to deal with such an important research result in a hasty manner, he must know that he is the target of the public, so he will definitely leave behind!"

"And that's not the point." Xu Qian said, "This object of protection is still a mysterious person. ”

"Mystery people?" I was taken aback, "Isn't she just a college student, what's mysterious about her?" ”

"Our intelligence has learned that Zhuge Longyun's daughter, now named Jin Xi, changed her name ten years ago, and is now 21 years old and studying at Shenyang University."

"What's going on here, what does it mean?" I was puzzled.

"Before, Jin Xi studied in the Department of Economics of Peking University and finished her freshman year, during this process, she and Zhuge Longyun never formally met on the campus of Peking University, and she transferred to the Department of Economics of Shenyang University in September last year.

"It seems that Zhuge Longyun knows that his research project touches the sensitive nerves of the intelligence community of various countries, and there will be a disaster of death in the future, so in order to protect his daughter, he changed her name and identity, and sent her to study in Shenyang, where she has no relatives and no reason, and at the same time told the outside world that his daughter was studying abroad."

"That's right, at present, the British may also have obtained information about Jin Xi and are preparing to assassinate him. However, one thing is certain, they don't know Jin Xi's cover identity yet. ”

Hearing this, my uneasy eyes flashed with anxiety and doubt.

"Sister Qian, in this mission, you and Guo Fatzi have a great responsibility, and you must guarantee Xi's safety."

"This also needs to be said that your operation to protect Zhuge Longyun failed, and Sister Qi was furious, but she was embarrassed to be angry with you, so she put all the fire on my head, I can tell you, this account, I will ask you to settle this account sooner or later!"

"Okay, okay, my good sister Qian, you can do whatever you say, as long as you don't murder your husband, I will let you deal with it!"

Xu Qian sneered on the other end of the phone and said, "Dead ghost, this is what you said, then you can wash your body and wait for me, see that I don't swallow me alive!" ”

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yiyun and I had breakfast in a hurry, and then we drove to set off, we galloped all the way, and we must arrive at Mawanggou before sunset.

Huo Xinlan set off with us, Cheng Yiyun and I were in a car, and Huo Xinlan and her people followed behind. During the drive, Ning Rabbit sent an email to my mailbox, which was the clue he had sorted out earlier, and I leaned back in my seat, trying to find some clues from it.

However, Ning Rabbit's information is very complicated, and there are thousands of things to sort out, so I can only browse in a hurry to find out the approximate situation, and it may not be easy to peel off the cocoon.

I looked out the window at this mysterious land, the snowy plateau revered by hundreds of millions of believers as the "place of the Holy Spirit", the Himalayas full of magical colors since ancient times, the Brahmaputra River that has been rushing for hundreds of millions of years, and the awe-inspiring roof of the world.