The young man looked for the stairs to continue in the felt, but the place was too warm, and after walking in the cold for many days, he involuntarily stopped, trying to warm up his body.

Then he heard the wheezing of a man in the felt, very soft, and seemed to be a woman.

The young man pondered for a moment, tiptoed to follow the sound, and after a few pieces of felt, he saw something lying in the middle of the four felts.

The four pieces of felt were hung neatly, and the boxy area seemed to enclose a room, and the thing was on the floor in the middle, and it was squirming slightly. It was a woman, or rather, it was a woman.

Because the woman's limbs were all broken, and she hung only on her body. The woman's hair was very long, with a typical Tibetan face shape, and was covered with a layer of felt-like things.

When the young man walked over, he found that the woman's eyes were also blind and cloudy. He squatted down softly, and found that the woman had a very delicate face, and was a rather beautiful girl.

I don't know what caused this girl to suffer so much. You can see that the hands and limbs are broken by men, and they are broken with flesh. It doesn't look abnormal on the outside, but the severe pain and the torture of not allowing the bones to grow is huge, and during the ancient massacre of the city, many women's hands were broken and ravaged in order to rape women.

It seems that the eyes were also blinded, and the girl must have been subjected to great torture.

The young man does not feel distressed, he has seen too much of the ugliness of the world, and he understands very well that emotions are the most useless.

He turned to leave, and after only a few steps, he heard the girl say something, it was in Tibetan, which he did not understand, and when he turned around, he saw that the girl had raised her head and looked at him, and although she could not see it, she still found the direction by hearing.

The young man stood still, and saw that the girl wanted to sit up in pain, kept turning her head, and suddenly said a sentence in Chinese: "Who are you?"

The young man stopped, and did not speak, but the girl kept turning her head, and he waited and waited, and continued to walk two steps, and the girl said, "If you don't speak, I'll call, and then you won't be able to run." ”

The young man stood again, and turned his head to see the girl facing in his direction, with a sly smile on her face.

The young man had never seen such a person and such a smile on his face. I can't see anything without hands or feet. But in this room, it seems to be her who has the upper hand.

The young man knew that he could knock the girl out in a matter of seconds, and that this clever advantage was completely useless in front of him, but he realized that no, this girl's attitude might be useful to him.

"Do you know who I am?"

The girl nodded.

"Do you know I'm Han?" asked the young man softly.

"I can smell you, there's only one Han here, you smell like him, but you're not him. You're from the bottom of the mountain too?"

"Hmm. "The young man asked, 'And who are you?'

"Are you here for him?" said the Han man, someone else would come here. The girl said. Her Chinese is a bit lame, but there are no mispronunciations. Instead of answering the young man's question, she continued: "You have to be careful, they don't like Han Chinese. ”

"I don't know who you're referring to. The young man said.

The girl said, "Whatever that is, take me away and get me out of here." ”

"Why?"

"Since you are Han, you must want to know what kind of place this is, you take me away, and I will tell you everything. ”

The young man looked at the girl, and there was an expectant and eager expression on her face, and then the young man nodded and said, "Okay," and walked up to the girl, reached out and pressed her neck, and she fell unconscious.

If you like to threaten people, you will not tell your secrets easily, and the young man said in his heart, it is better to rely on himself.

He put the girl down gently, and was about to move on, when suddenly he heard footsteps on the other side, and someone was talking about where the Tibetan language came down, as if he had heard their conversation just now.

The young man flashed to the side, quickly retreated to a few curtains, and smelled an even stronger Tibetan fragrance. I saw two Tibetans carrying a stove, passing in front of his invisible felt, moving things to the girl, and began to arrange the contents around the girl.

The attitude of the Tibetans was very respectful, and the Tibetan incense became more and more intense, but the young man slowly realized that something was wrong, and he smelled another familiar smell that should not be present in the Tibetan incense.

A smell associated with death.