Ruud told the story,

"About half a month ago, they seem to have caught a very important person, and the guards are very tight." Hearing this, Zhang Qixun's eyebrows furrowed, it seems that the two guys sent by the Quiet Headquarters are not fuel-efficient lamps, the person they ccup, could it be Aning?

If A-Ning was really captured by the people of the Quiet Company, then when everyone gathered, the Germans would definitely bring her with them, after all, there was a crescent moon, and the Germans would definitely think that there was a relationship between themselves and A-Ning, whether it was used to threaten or exchange interests, there was a purpose after all.

And it is not difficult to see from Rude's words that the other party attaches great importance to the person who catches it.

"Do you know if the person caught by those two bosses is a man or a woman?" Zhang Qi asked. Ruud shook his head,

"I don't even know the location of the base they set up alone, and it's very secretive, let alone meeting people." Unable to ask more from Rude's mouth, Zhang Qixun had no intention of delaying time, got up and picked up the wooden box, nodded to Naruhito, and said, "The person will be handed over to you to deal with." Naruhito smiled slightly,

"Xia Shunruo rest assured." Probably because of Zhang Menyu's layer, Naruhito's address to Zhang Qixun was no longer polite at the beginning

"Distinguished guests from afar" was replaced by a more affectionate title with the meaning of his Tibetan name.

"Xia Shunruo". The Tibetan language refers to the Han Chinese

"Jia",

The same goes for "Jia".

"Summer",

"Shunruo" is a transliteration of emptiness in Buddhism, which means sky, emptiness, and clarity and transparency. It is also emptiness, emptiness, and non-existence, that is, the illusory unreality of things, or the emptiness and silence of reason

"Emptiness" is a description of the changes in the world. Naruhito immediately beckoned behind him, and out of the darkness came two tall, muscular and somewhat unusual lamas, and stepped forward to salute Zhang Qixun, about to knock Rude unconscious and take him away.

Zhang Qixun looked at the two lamas, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Deren,

"You really have Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this temple." Naruhito continued to smile,

"If Xia Shun praises falsely, he should be prepared." It seems that the sudden death of the previous Naruhito was quite exciting to him, and after knowing the meaning of Naruhito, he must also understand that the death of the previous Naruhito will not be so simple.

When the lama approached, Rude stretched his neck very cooperatively, and said in a word,

"Please find a doctor for me who can treat my broken bones, my arm is broken, and I can't be crippled in order not to affect the breadwinner of my family in the future." Zhang Qixun turned around and paused, turned around and looked at him with a sneer,

"If you act so dedicatedly, your leader should give you a lot of bonuses, it's just an arm, what does it matter if it's wasted or not?" Rude's face changed suddenly, and his whole body tensed, but he consciously relaxed, trying to lower their vigilance, but it was useless, Zhang Qixun saw through his trick from the beginning.

"Isn't it just to send a message, just say no, you said that you have been acting for so long, and you are bitter and loyal, and you are not tired." Zhang Qixun pointed to him, motioned the lama to take out his coat pocket, and sure enough, he found a small black square the size of a mobile phone battery from the place close to him, which was a bug, and there were red dots on it.

Naruhito's two bodyguards, Lama, had been special soldiers and were all too familiar with this thing, so they violently dismantled the eavesdropping device on the spot, and Rude's face suddenly turned pale, and his face was like ashes.

Naruhito waved his hand slightly, and the two lamas immediately stepped forward to knock the person unconscious and take him away. People who believe in Buddhism are forbidden to kill, but not killing does not mean that they have no temper, and Buddhism also has its own set of punishment methods, which will not make this lying gringo feel better.

In order to express his apology, Naruhito personally sent Zhang to the guest room arranged for him. On the way, Zhang Qixun asked him what Rude had added to his butter tea, if it wasn't for the unpleasant taste of the tea when it was cold, he might really have been tricked.

"I know a little bit about the art of Qihuang, and the peculiar smell in the cup is probably the ordinary horse drunken grass, with your special physique, the trace is not tight." Naruhito explained slowly.

"Tomorrow, I'll ask Xiao Zaba to give you some red dates and goat milk to clean up, and it also happens to nourish qi and blood." Zhang Qixun inexplicably felt the love from the elders with the same style as the fat mother,

"Thank you, Master." Naruhito sent Zhang Qixun to the door, watched him go in and light the candle, and then exchanged a few words of greeting and said goodbye: "If Xia Shun doesn't know anything about the details, you can go to the quiet room to find me." ”

"The younger generation can save it, and the master walks slowly." Zhang Qi retrieved a gift and watched Naruhito's figure go away. Closing the door and returning to the room, Zhang Qixun walked to the window, opened a gap in the felt, and looked at the starlight outside the window.

This is a little far away from the temple gate, which is a house on the back mountain of the temple, and you can see the snow-covered mountains and peaks from the window, and the distant mountains are vast and vast.

After resting for a night, a little lama sent breakfast and goat's milk in the morning, Zhang Qixun thanked him and said that he could go to the temple to eat breakfast in the dining hall where the lamas ate in the future, but the goat's milk every morning was still sent by a fixed little lama, and the time was almost the same, and the thunder could not move.

After that, for several days, Zhang Qi stayed in his room and continued to check the records left by the previous Naruhito.

In Naruhito's account, the little brother only said that it was a very strange fish that swallowed Logombu, and perhaps it should not be called a fish, but more like a huge fish beast that is very fast in the water.

For the battle scene in this paragraph, how to fight with the fish and beast for 300 rounds or something, the little brother didn't say, he is not a good storyteller, this series of records are all through the little brother's own sorting of memories, recorded in a very orderly manner from beginning to end, and then relayed to Naruhito.

But what is certain is that the little brother still got Logombu out of the belly of the fish later, because this guy also bubbled in the follow-up content.

Regarding the content of this paragraph, Naruhito only said that the little brother was injured a little, which would not affect his actions, but the underwater is the territory of fish and beasts, and the little brother must not be lightly injured.

If the blue-robed Tibetans beckoned to someone who was not the little brother, what would it be? The fish beast? Are the fish beasts blue-robed Tibetans, and they are kept in the big lake?

How did they control the behavior of the fish beasts, what did the blue-robed Tibetan's beckoning action mean, and did they give the order to attack?

And according to the records of the German notebook they found, there was not only one fish in the great lake, but a group, and if Logombu was really dragged into the water, even if he had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to snatch Logombo completely from the mouth of a group of guys who were more tricky than the combination of hippopotamus crocodiles.

There must be some unknown details in this, and Zhang Qixun suppressed this doubt in his heart. After the little brother rescued Logompo, the two of them trimmed up a little, and then took him all the way to the place where the blue-robed Tibetans got on the boat.

The surface of the lake is very frozen near the beach, and it is very stable for people to step on, not much different from walking on land.

But the closer you get to the center of the lake, the thinner the ice becomes, and at the end, as soon as your feet step on it, you will immediately hear the sound of the ice cracking.

The two of them could only walk around, and the shape of the whole lake was very close to that of a fan, and the side they were walking on was the fan, and the farther away was the fan handle, a very deep valley.

After four hours, they finally walked around the edge of the fan and approached the deep valley, and realized why, in such a cold area at high altitude, the surface of the lake, which should have been indiscriminately frozen, was not frozen only in the center.

Because only rowing through the center of the lake is a shortcut to the rear. The deep valley was also part of the long and narrow lake, and the two sides were covered with cliffs and snow, and they walked along the edge of the lake until it was dark, and in the middle of the canyon, there was something strange ahead.

They saw that on the cliff at the end of the canyon there were many beams grafted in the air, and several thick pillars were buried deep in the surface of the lake and rooted at the bottom of the lake, and on these wooden beams, an old temple was built on top of it.

The temple is as tall as a seven-story building, and is made of black stones from the Himalayas, and the whole presents a simple and gloomy dark gray, giving people a very ominous feeling.

Below the temple, there is also a layer of trestle on the surface of the lake, and many small wooden boats are tied to the pillars on the side, which are placed on the trestle.

The two of them walked to the bottom of the temple and saw that one of the small wooden boats had a layer of new ice, and the ice was still very fragile, apparently parked here by the Tibetans who had been on the boat before.

The little brother asked Luo Gongbu to wait below, climbed the wooden beam himself, and found the entrance under the temple, but there was a heavy thing pressing on it.

The little brother tried to push up with his shoulder, and then he took a breath of cold air, and quietly pushed open the wooden plank blocking the entrance of the cave, carefully moved it to the side, and then drilled into the hole.

What he didn't see was that the moment he entered the temple, a huge beast head came out of the lake under the wooden beams, the crimson scale armor glowed with a cold and sharp cold light, silently broke through the water, put the huge head on the edge of the wooden platform, the huge mouth opened, and two people wearing white Tibetan robes and silver masks came out of it.

The two masked men looked at Logombu, who was standing on the shore, and one of them spoke slowly,

"He's in?" Logombu nodded, and the anxiety on his face before disappeared at this moment, replaced by a kind of strategizing indifference,

"Yes, maybe this is the one we're waiting for."

"I hope so." The white-robed man sighed, followed by a long silence. When the little brother entered the door, he saw a utility room, with a lot of wooden tools stacked on the left, and food stored in it on the right, charcoal and ingredients, as well as meat hanging on the beams of the house.

Lamas who believe in Tibetan Buddhism are allowed to eat meat, but there are restrictions on eating only the three pure meats, that is, they do not kill with their own eyes, they do not kill by themselves, and they do not kill because of themselves.

The amount of these dried meats is very large, and they are all frozen as hard as stones. The little brother looked around this floor and found many traces of his long life, which shows that those strange Tibetans do not come here only once in ten and a half years, but often come here.

The little brother quickly found the wooden staircase built on the side of the stone wall and went straight down, climbed it carefully, and as soon as he showed his head, he immediately smelled a very strong Tibetan fragrance.

On this floor, there are many long felts hanging from the beams, which are smudged in various colors, very fancy, and show a multicolored black in the firelight.

The felts hang all the way down, the ears of hair at the lower edge hang down to the ground, and some of the larger felts are surrounded by many small felts, dividing the space into pieces, and a charcoal stove is placed in a small pavilion surrounded by felt, and the whole room is warm and relaxing.

The place was so warm that while looking for the stairs to go up the floor, in order to warm up his cold body after being outside for a long time, he paused slightly, approached a charcoal stove, and found that the rich Tibetan fragrance did not come from the stove.

Feeling a little strange, he followed the smell through the felt, and soon found the source of the Tibetan incense.

At the same time, he saw that on the floor behind these patches of felt, a place was enclosed with more ornate felt, and in the middle there was something incomprehensible trembling slightly, and its body was covered with the same felt.

The little brother knew that this thing was alive, because he heard a very shallow breathing sound, and the sound was very slight, like a person but not like a person.

The little brother half-crouched down, his hand pressed on the short knife tied to his leg, and stared at the mass of things very vigilantly. Soon he found out that it was a woman, or rather, a woman whose limbs and bones had been broken, only a little flesh and tendons were still attached, and the blood at the fracture had been frozen into a dark gray, but it had begun to melt again in this warm place, and the blood seeped out and soaked the white blanket beneath her.

For some reason, this woman was put here like this, and it was obvious that she was in great pain. The little brother walked over and found that the woman's eyes were also blind, and the eyeballs were cloudy, and the little brother knew that when the human eye was smoked by thick smoke and the visual function of the tissues in the eyeball was almost destroyed, the eyeball would become this color.

In other words, the woman in front of her was not completely blind, she could still feel a very faint light source.

Why did the Tibetans torture the delicate girl in front of them like this, even though her wound had been coarsely stitched with twine, it was clear that they did not want her wound to recover, her bones were broken more than once, she must have suffered great torture.

Is this some kind of punishment that those eccentric Tibetans inflict on girls? The little brother was a little puzzled, what did the girl offend, it was worth the other party to torture people with such a cruel method to mobilize the crowd until only half a breath was left.

The little brother doesn't feel distressed, there is no pity in his cognition, he sees too much of the ugliness of the world, and sympathy for this extra emotion does not belong to him, and it is the most useless.

He didn't want to know what was the reason for the girl to look the way she did.