Sure enough, the fat man said again: "Then, either these people are still in the temple, or the fuck went to the place where the little brother came?"

I shook my head, impossible, it doesn't make sense, it didn't take long for us to leave Zhang Haixing and Zhang Haike, how could they reach a consensus in such a short period of time, and then set off immediately?

What's more, not only are they gone, but those lamas are also gone, and lamas won't take viagra, right?

The fat man snorted a few times, and suddenly realized that he was still carrying a person on his back, and said: "I almost forgot him, it's useless for us to think about it, wake this guy up first, he may know something." Fat man, I feel a little gloomy in my heart, and I always feel that something is not right, like these people are really ghosts, and they are here to show me a play. ”

It was too cold outside and we went back to the temple again. The fat man said: "Since everyone is gone, don't go back to your room, it's too dangerous, we can't find the firewood room we just stayed in, it's too messy and too bad there." Let's go to the big lama, where the conditions of the big lama are very good, let's go into his back room and have a look, maybe there are a lot of treasures in his bedroom. ”

I said, "You come again, you can fight, but you can't steal living things, it's too indiscriminate." ”

The fat man said: "Damn, I'm just looking, and in this situation, we can also be regarded as search and rescue personnel, and it is not impossible for search and rescue personnel to use the property of the searched and rescued people to raise funds." ”

I knew that it was useless to talk to him any longer, and there must be a lot of more crooked reasoning, so I went straight inside.

I went back to the courtyard of the great lama, went into the place where I had been chatting, and as soon as I put the lama on my back on the ground, I went and lit all the charcoal stoves and oil lamps.

The person we knocked out seemed to be in a worse condition, although the blood from his nose and ears was congealed, but his eyes began to bleed non-stop, and I was a little dizzy, thinking that I had really killed someone this time? But why did I think that when I took the lamp and hit him on the head, I didn't use too much force, but I still kept my strength? Even if the sound was scary, it wasn't enough to kill someone. When the little brother beat people before, his hand was called black, and he didn't kill anyone, is there a knack for using murder weapons to deceive people?

I went to the courtyard to get some snow and put it on the stove to melt it, found a cloth to wet it, wiped the blood from the lama's nostrils and ears, and put it over his eyes, hoping that the bleeding would not continue. In the process, I heard that he was still breathing and heartbeat, and I was temporarily relieved.

The fat man kept rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the room, searching for belongings, but only a few passbooks were found. He kept scolding and scolding, saying that the current lama has no style at all, and that he doesn't pile up some gold at home and keeps it all in the bank, and he doesn't know that the renminbi is depreciating internally?

I said, "Well, do you think the Great Lama is a miser?" and he hid all his money in these places. He said I misunderstood, he was hungry and couldn't get any money, at least see what he had to eat. After coming here for a few days and eating local food, he was almost tired of dying.

After doing it for a long time, I really found a bag of something for the fat man, and when I opened it, it seemed that it was dried by some plant, and it smelled very fragrant. The fat man took one and chewed it, sat down next to me and said, "You can eat some too, we can find a way when we are full." Haven't you heard of it? Three big fat men, one Zhuge Liang. ”

I also took a few bites, and it tasted really good. At this time, the surroundings were also warm, the doors and windows were closed, and I felt that the house was quite safe, so I said to the fat man: "Let's figure out what is going on from the beginning, you said before that you still haven't told me something, can you say it now?"

The fat man took a sip of tea and said, "Do you remember when I pretended to be a Menba person with Zhang Haixing, and when I talked to Zhang Haixing, I said a few words in Tibetan?

Now there are no more than 3,000 people who can speak Kalai, and I don't know how to say this myself, I memorized it myself, as long as I am a local, when they hear my accent, they know that I am blind, but even if outsiders know Menba, they can't listen to my accent. It took a lot of brain cells for Lao Tzu to memorize these broken words, and at that time Zhang Haixing asked me about Menba dialect, so I planned to pretend to be a local person who couldn't speak Menba dialect to fool the past, and the Galai people were more ethnic minorities than the local ethnic minorities, and they definitely didn't understand.

"It's just that I thought she was going to tell the others that she didn't understand, but not only did she not show that she didn't understand, but she also explained nonsense," the fat man burped, "and there was something strange about it." ”/

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

The fat man said: "Assuming that she was really fooled and thought that I was a local, she would definitely tell that Zhang Haike that she didn't understand what I said, but she didn't, but pretended to understand the meaning of Menba's words." This shows that there is a problem with this Zhang Haixing. There are several possibilities, the first is that this Zhang Haixing doesn't want others to know that she doesn't understand Menba. ”

"Why is that? Could it be that she is a particularly vain person?" I asked, thinking that this weakness of relatively low-level character would definitely be overcome by the Zhang family in childhood. Well, it can only be another situation, and that is that other people know that she can speak Menba, but she doesn't.