Xie Yuchen poured himself a cup of tea, took a shallow sip, and said: "This force is more complex and mysterious than we imagined, and their thoughts are not at the same level as ours at all. ”

"In their cognition and rules, once caught, it is equivalent to death, and the best way is to self-destruct at the moment of exposure, just like Chen Yaxiang, put it out of the way, life and death are at your fingertips."

"Even if they do escape in the end, they will not be accepted by that force, and they will be hunted down to ensure secrecy."

"They have never received such an order to wait for rescue in their consciousness, and they don't need their kind to save them, and they are begging for death all the time."

Xie Yuchen went through all the eighteen weapons of those people, and he didn't ask anything, but only ruled out the eyeliner inserted in other handicaps, after all, the difference between normal people's brain circuits and those people is too obvious.

This kind of brainwashing can be said to be very cruel, in the period when their young minds have not yet formed a sound system, they continue to destroy and recast their consciousness, and are forced to separate their consciousness from the human level, until they create a living puppet that the upper class wants, and the controlled mind is created.

They always feel that their consciousness is above the ordinary, and they are indifferent and fanatical in their pursuit of one goal - the ultimate.

This training method is brutal and effective, and when all the minds of the members are controlled and fused, the team will be very large and difficult to deal with, almost invincible.

The same was true of the former Zhang family, but under the long river of history, the new era collided with the old ideas, and under the guidance of well-intentioned people, the organization began to split until the shell collapsed, and the mysterious and huge Zhang family was completely destroyed.

Wu Xie is also deeply aware of what kind of tricky and terrifying existence they have to deal with since his grandfather's generation, which is a treacherous chess game that runs through the fate of three generations.

Today, the previous generation of chess players put the unpredictable chess pieces in his hands, and every subsequent move is crucial, and if you make a wrong move, you will lose the whole game.

——

One day after the beginning of autumn in mid-August, it is the end of the day, and there are five days left to be the Midyear Festival.

It's still hot, but it rained hard last night, and the morning air is exceptionally pleasant.

Wu Xie took a piece of chocolate in his mouth after washing, rolled out his bicycle and rode out from the gate of Wu Shanju, and rode around the West Lake to exercise.

After returning from western Sichuan, the black blind man's previous arrangement of eating high-calorie and high-intensity exercise has officially ended since yesterday, and he took off his shoes and weighed it, not only did not increase, but lost five catties compared to before, which made Wu Xie feel quite accomplished.

The black blind man walked with a relieved face, but he didn't say what the next stage of training would be.

It was rare to have a free day, and while riding a bicycle, Wu Xie thought in his heart what he should do to cultivate his sentiment after exercising today.

Riding back to Wu Shanju in a circle, Wu Xie felt that he should invite Wang Mengmeng to have a meal and treat him.

After all, during this time, he was busy with training tasks, and most of the accounts that were summarized by the handicap were sorted out by him and then shown to himself.

After parking the bicycle, Wu Xie walked to the shop, and saw Wang Mengmeng coming up, his expression looking a little strange.

After this period of exercise, Wang Mengmeng is already a particularly calm child, and now this expression means that he has encountered something that he has no way to solve today.

Wu Xie asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

Wang Mengmeng didn't speak, and pointed to the corner of the shop.

Wu Xie looked over, and in the corner where the light and shadow of the window shone in, there was a person standing with his back to him, who was flipping through some rubbings for sale that were on the bookshelf.

Looking closely, he found that the figure of the man was quite familiar to him, but at that moment, it was as if his brain was frozen, and he did not recognize it.

Wu Xie was stunned there, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he ran in almost two or three steps urgently, standing behind him, and wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton.

The man turned his head and looked at him lightly, his eyes were as silent as water as always, and there was no change when they were separated from Zhangjia Gulou Mountain the same year ago.

Wu Xie staggered his eyes a little embarrassed, stared at the backpack he put aside for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then regained his voice and looked at him again, "Little brother...... You...... How did you get back? ”

As soon as the voice came out, he couldn't hold back his emotions a little, and his eyes were a little sour.

In the past, the warm pictures of the four of them getting along together appeared in his mind frame by frame like a movie, and the past was gone, and it was no longer years to look back.

I haven't seen the old man for a long time, and I suddenly meet, and I suspect that it is a dream.

The little brother looked at him quietly for a long time before he spoke, "I'm here to say goodbye to you, my time is up." ”

He had completed everything he wanted to accomplish, and now there was one last thing left, which was unnecessary, but he remembered the agreement with Zhang Jixun.

So he came, to say goodbye to the end and the beginning of this long journey.

——

In the twilight of winter, the southern part of Tibet is gone.

Wu Xie and his entourage stepped on the glow of dusk and walked along the mountain road from afar.

Don't get me wrong, it's not a romantic snow-capped mountain sunset beautiful encounter, it's really the car broke down halfway, they had to go down and walk for five hours, and they walked to the county seat near the evening, a group of tired.

Before coming here, Wu Xie specially selected a guy who could speak Tibetan from his subordinates, named Langka, to act as a translator, after all, Tibetan is not something that can be learned in a while.

This time, he brought a total of two buddies with him to Motuo, and one was Jin He, who had a calmer personality, who had been taken by Pan Zi's side and was regarded as half of his apprentice.

Langka quickly found out where he could stay, and took Wu Xie and the two to find the Tibetan family and arrange a temporary rest.

The owner of this family is an elderly Tibetan grandmother, who saw the three young people coming to spend the night, and was very enthusiastic about cleaning the house and boiling water for cooking.

Wu Xie and the others were naturally not good at watching, so they also started to help, and they made a meal happily.

While eating and chatting, I knew that the old grandmother had two sons and a daughter, the younger son was a soldier in the frontier, and the daughter worked as a primary school teacher in a big city after graduating two years ago, and only came back to see it during the New Year's holidays.

The eldest son and daughter-in-law are both Tibetans, and they live in the corner of the street across the alley from here, and they are very filial, and they will come to the old man's house every morning to help chop wood and fetch water.

The old grandmother couldn't speak Chinese, Wu Xie intended to inquire more about Motuo, and Langka worked diligently as a translator on the side.

However, the old grandma basically stayed at home, and after some exchanges, the harvest was not big.

There was no dream all night, and on the morning of the second day, Wu Xie used to get up early and go out for a walk to exercise.

After walking around, when I returned to the courtyard, I saw that there was an extra Tibetan couple in the house, and they got along very well with the old grandmother, Wu Xie guessed that this should be the eldest son Basang and her daughter-in-law in the mouth of the old grandmother.

Wu Xie was going to go back to the house to sleep after saying hello, but when he walked into the house, he saw the Tibetan couple looking at him with very surprised eyes.

The two of them muttered something in their mouths, and asked each other to confirm it, and then enthusiastically stepped forward to greet Wu Xie like an old friend.

Wu Xie paused, a little puzzled, he couldn't understand Tibetan, so he had to pull Langka up to help, "Quickly translate what they said." ”

Langka exchanged views with the two of them, his face was also a little surprised, and he asked Wu Xie, "Little Third Master, have you ever been to Motuo before?" Basang said they had met Ling a year ago, and you had spent the night at their house. ”

As soon as he heard this, Wu Xie immediately understood that the "Wu Xie" who had pretended to be him in front of Jin Wantang had also come to Motuo.

The Basang couple did not realize that the Wu Xie in front of them was not the "Wu Xie" at that time, and they still talked to him very familiarly and invited him to their home as a guest later.

Wu Xie told Langka, "You told them that I was the brother of that person's family, and I came to Motuo to find someone, and that person had lost contact with his family since he came to Motuo for a tour. ”

Langka repeated his words in Tibetan.

Basang was stunned after hearing this, and at first he couldn't believe it, but after looking closely, he did find that there was a difference in the demeanor of the two.

He had a deep impression of the handsome young man who had been generous, "That guest only stayed at my house for a while, and left in a hurry the next day, and I don't know where he went, or whether he left Motuo later, but I can help you inquire." ”

Langka dutifully translated his words to Wu Xie, and then expressed his gratitude, "It's hard work." ”

In the afternoon of the same day, Basan inquired about the young man's whereabouts.

Strangers who come to Motuo have to go to the post office if they want to deliver letters or parcels, and because of the remote location of Motuo, there are not many people who come and go in a year, and most of them are familiar faces, so it is not difficult to inquire about such a person who does not act in a low-key manner.

Wu Xie intuitively felt that there must be a clue left by the "Wu Xie" in the so-called post office in Basang's mouth, so he and Langka found the place where the post office was located under the guidance of Basang.

"This is it." Basang pointed to the sign that was erected in the doorway.

When the heavy felt curtain was lifted, the heat inside gushed out, and the stuffy breath hit them in the face.

The noisy and noisy sound that was cut off by the door curtain also reached Wu Xie's ears, and when they looked inside, good fellow, the area around the stove inside was full of black people.

The smell of the felt smoked by the heat is not good, like the smell of hot water rising when the chicken feathers are plucked when the chicken is hot, Wu Xie frowned, raised his feet and walked in, and Langka and the two hurriedly followed.

The light bulbs in the house were dim, the light was dim, and it was crowded, and it took a lot of effort for Basang to find the post office owner who was drinking and farting and bragging in the crowd, "Hey, old Batu, someone is looking for you." ”

Old Batu is actually not old, but his beard has continued to grow, and he looks older than Basang.

When he heard this, he turned his head, squinted his eyes, and glanced at Wu Xie and the others standing at the door with a red face full of wine, because of the light on his back, he couldn't see who those people were and what they looked like.

Old Batu staggered up and walked to the door, muttering, "Who is looking for me?" ”

When he got closer, Langka stepped forward and was just about to explain his intentions, when Old Batu suddenly tilted his head to look at Wu Xie on the side, his eyes seemed to be recalling something, "This ...... How do I remember where I saw you before...... Ah, remember, you came to me a year ago. ”

"Haha." Basang hurriedly smiled and explained, "No wonder you feel familiar, after all, foreigners who look so marked and white rarely come to us, but this is not the person who came to the post office a year ago, this is his twin brother, and he came here to find the original Han man." ”

Lao Batu looked at Wu Xie's unfamiliar eyes, suddenly realized, and laughed: "Then you are looking for the wrong person, I only know that the Han man once followed Chen Xuehan to Jila Temple, and then I don't know where he went, if you want to know more specific information, you have to go to Chen Xuehan to ask." ”

"Ahh He stretched out his hand and pointed to the boiler room opposite, "It's on the other side, you go look for it, I won't go there." ”

"Thank you." Wu Xie bowed slightly, and Langka walked in front and opened the curtain.

Wu Xie was just about to turn around, but Yu Guang suddenly saw something and was stunned for a moment.

He was a little suspicious that he had been dazzled by a mistake, and immediately looked up, and the figure that had been separated from him in the snowy mountain a few months ago had suddenly appeared on a painting.

He couldn't believe his eyes, it was a little brother, it was really a little brother!

But the little brother is far away in the depths of the Changbai Snow Mountain, why is there a trace of him here?

Wu Xie instantly realized that this was the message that the man had left him - an oil painting of Zhang Qiling.

He immediately pointed to the painting and asked, "Mr. Batu, who left this painting here?" ”

Lao Batu smiled immediately, "Your brother once asked me this question, but the owner of this painting is not me, but Chen Xuehan." ”

In the middle of the conversation, I suddenly heard a few clear dog barks, and the voice was coming quickly towards the post office.

Wu Xie subconsciously turned his head, and saw a middle-aged Tibetan man, holding a very strong and agile wolf green dog in his hand, striding towards this side.

The man's goal was very clear, and Wu Xie could feel it.

But at a distance of two meters, the wolf green dog suddenly stopped, tilted his head and stared at Wu Xie suspiciously, and then turned his head and whined twice at Chen Xuehan.

Chen Xuehan was originally very excited when he saw this familiar face that ran through his daze, but seeing the performance of the crescent moon, he also paused, his deep eyes swept around Wu Xie's body, and then retracted his gaze, but his expression could not hide his disappointment.

As if the long-awaited surprise had failed, his eyes returned to numb calm.

Immediately, he walked to Wu Xie with the crescent moon and said lightly, "You're finally here." ”

Wu Xie raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Do you recognize me?" ”

"I don't recognize it." Chen Xuehan shook his head, "It's that painting that recognizes you." ”

As he spoke, he asked, "You are also here to find the person on this painting?" ”

Wu Xie looked at the oil painting and was silent without speaking.

"Apparently not." Chen Xuehan smiled, turned around and walked towards the boiler room, "Come with me, he has something for you." ”

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