There is really nothing to clean up at the scene of the incident, so the focus of the task is to identify the words that the old Lama Baozhu left before his death and the paintings on the paper. In order to let others understand what he wants to describe, the old Lama
Therefore, both the recording and the painting are very intuitive. People present who are proficient in Tibetan language completely translated it into Chinese after listening to the recording twice.
"His words and the painting actually all want to express the same meaning." Brother Qiu said: "Analysis together, most of what the old Lama Baozhu saw can be fulfilled."
The words left by the old Lama Baozhu are as follows: There is a dark cave at the foot of the mountain. In the middle of the cave, there is a hexagonal thing. It is glowing and making sounds. I may have seen a person sitting on it.
I'm not completely sure, it's just possible. Likewise, I'm not sure if this strange place is caused by the hexagonal thing. This is the only thing I can see.
"These are the original words of the old Lama Baozhu. As for the painting, I don't have the original. I have only seen it once. What he painted is also a hexagonal thing." Brother Qiu moved his fat body and said: "In the picture
On the hexagonal thing, there is a very blurry and blurry figure, because even the old Lama Baozhu himself can't tell whether what he sees is real, so this is just a blurry shadow, and he can't tell the other person's gender and age, let alone
Don’t tell me your specific body shape or appearance.”
These were the only ways for the old Lama Baozhu to convey information. The situation was urgent and he did not have time to say too much, but he still tried his best to leave valuable information to others. According to the proportions of the hexagonal objects and figures on the screen, this six-dimensional
The angular thing is about five to six meters long.
"That's what happened roughly." When he said this, Brother Qiu sighed, indicating that his story was over. The death of the old Lama Baozhu aroused suspicion and dissatisfaction among some local people, but in the end, he ended up with a gentle attitude.
The method was suppressed, and the boss behind it did not shrink back at all because of the old lama's death, but became more interested.
For a period of time after the death of the old Lama Baozhu, the boss's actions stagnated, but it was not a real stagnation, but careful preparations were being made. It was against this background that Brother Qiu was sent here.
"I really want to know." Mustache looked back at the coffin-like aluminum alloy box still lying quietly in the snow: "Where was this body found and why was it brought to the snowy mountains?
?”
"I really don't know where the body was found. This was an operation personally presided over by the boss. I did not participate. However, the process of finding the body was very tortuous and caused some trouble." Brother Qiu shook his head and said:
"As for the latter question, it's beyond my ability to answer, so I'm sorry."
Mustache did not ask Brother Qiu anything immediately. He kept his eyes on Brother Qiu, but he started thinking very quickly again. He recalled every word that Brother Qiu said, and at the same time he was still analyzing whether there was any falsehood in these words.
Ingredients or flaws.
"Brother, I've said everything I need to say. Can you also fulfill your promise and let me go first, and then tell me something useful?"
With that said, Brother Qiu struggled to stand up from the ground. His expression was very relaxed, and he was joking and bargaining with Mustache. However, he only twisted his body, and the alloy tube in Mustache's hand was forced back like lightning.
in front of his throat.
"What are you doing?" Brother Qiu didn't dare to move anymore. He was a smart man and naturally knew that the man with the mustache in front of him was a cautious and decisive person. And the most terrible thing was that the mustache was very courageous.
Big, no matter what threats Brother Qiu has made, when necessary, he will be ruthless. Mustache will never be soft-hearted.
"I'll ask you again, what the old Lama Baozhu left before his death." Mustache's eyes were as cold as his weapons.
"Didn't I tell you once?" Brother Qiu trembled and shrank back, trying to get the blade further away from his neck.
"You haven't finished speaking." Mustache has never heard anything about Daxue Mountain and Old Lama Baozhu, but he analyzed the equipment and actions of Brother Qiu and his party and came to the conclusion that Old Lama Baozhu was dying.
The information left before must be more than that, and the follow-up actions of these people are likely to be completely guided by the important information left by the old lama. Otherwise, such a strange and unconventional place will not be able to escape in a short period of time.
Find a way to break it.
More importantly, it was a very abnormal thing for them to bring the rotten corpse back to the depths of the Snowy Mountains. They would not have done it if they had not received important reminders.
"Brother, what should I say so that you believe it?" Brother Qiu smiled bitterly and made a helpless and helpless expression: "The lives of us people are in your hands, I promise to tell the truth.
, will tell the truth.”
Mustache ignored Brother Qiu's excuses and let the other party do what he said. It wasn't until Brother Qiu got tired of talking that Mustache called Gong Jue who was not far away. He wanted to search for Brother Qiu.
Sure enough, Brother Qiu showed indignation and tried his best to resist, but with the sharp blade holding his neck, he was powerless no matter how much he resisted. Mustache forced Brother Qiu with a knife, and Gong Jue searched his body little by little. Brother Qiu was too
He had gained weight, and the clothes he wore were thick and bloated. In the end, Gong Jue simply took off Brother Qiu's clothes one by one and searched them carefully back and forth.
This is not only a body search, but also a kind of torture. In this temperature, Brother Qiu is wearing thin clothes and being forced with a knife, but his mouth is very hard. He struggled at first and gradually stopped talking.
Staring at the mustache with a complicated look.
Gong Jue searched very carefully, turning over almost all the clothes, and then quietly shook his head at Mustache, indicating that he had gained nothing. Brother Qiu and his gang were very careful in their work, and except for some necessities, there was nothing else of value.
However, Mustache was not discouraged. He looked at Brother Qiu for a long time. Brother Qiu’s fat body was shaking due to the cold. After looking at it for several minutes, Mustache suddenly asked Gong Jue to hold the knife.
, he walked to Brother Qiu’s side in two steps.
His movements were very fast. Although Brother Qiu also reacted quickly, he was forced by the knife and could not move. The mustache had already seen it very carefully. At this time, he reached out and pressed Brother Qiu's chest.
With this press, I found something abnormal. Brother Qiu's clothes were close-fitting, but the mustache tentacles pressed on a hard card that was the same as a credit card. This card was sewn into Brother Qiu's clothes. If you didn't observe carefully,
Carefully, even if Brother Qiu took off all his clothes, he could not find this card.
"Stop!" Brother Qiu finally couldn't help it anymore, and reached out to grab Mustache's hand. But as soon as he moved, Gong Jue, who was holding the knife, pushed forward gently. This card seemed to mean everything to Brother Qiu's life.
Just as important, he did not dodge, but held on to Mustache's hand tightly, letting the sharp blade leave a small wound on his neck.
The weather was so cold that the blood solidified on his body as soon as it flowed down. Brother Qiu and Mustache were in a stalemate for half a minute. Mustache's eyes were even colder, and he shook his hands: "I can get it even if I kill you.
This thing!"
I don’t know whether he really understood the situation in front of him or was shocked by Mustache’s cold gaze. Brother Qiu finally became honest and slowly let go of his hand. This time, his expression was a real sigh that the situation was over.
But at the same time, he said to Mustache word by word: "This time, your mistake is unforgivable."
Mustache would definitely not be intimidated by him. He picked it up with a knife and took out a black card that was the same as a credit card from the middle of Brother Qiu's clothes.
There was no writing on the card at all, as if it had been soaked in ink. Mustache found a layer of frosted material on one side of the card. He gently scraped it with his fingers, and the frosted material immediately disappeared.
It was scratched, revealing an incomplete row of white numbers.
Mustache scraped off all these frosted things, and there were three rows of numbers on the card, each row containing six. Although Brother Qiu had already given in, when Mustache did this, he still looked very
nervous.
"You haven't seen these numbers, have you?" Mustache figured out. The numbers on the card are sealed. Before reaching the destination, Brother Qiu may not be able to open them and take a peek. There is no doubt about this.
Note that these numbers are important.
"What do these numbers represent?"
"You want to be a sensible person, don't you?" Brother Qiu's lips were blue from the cold, and Gong Jue put on his clothes one by one. Looking at Brother Qiu, he probably wanted to fight to the end, even to the death.
Reluctant to tell the meaning or use of numbers.
"You don't have to say it if you don't want to. I can destroy this card." Xiaozi scratched the card with a knife, and the three rows of small numbers were instantly blurred. With Xiaozi's memory, even if it was destroyed,
Cards can also clearly write down eighteen numbers. He understands very well that the numbers that even Brother Qiu cannot open in advance without authorization must have important meanings. Brother Qiu dare not let these numbers be destroyed, otherwise he himself
I can't even pay my dues when I go back.
The mustache knife was slowly shaving. This was a psychological struggle. The flesh on Brother Qiu's face trembled with the mustache knife strokes, as if every cut on the card was scratching on his own body.
"Okay! Stop! You win!" Brother Qiu suddenly shouted. He could not let these numbers be lost from his hand: "Don't destroy the card!"
"Tell me what these numbers mean."
"It's the password!" Brother Qiu spat on the ground and said viciously: "The password!"