The sinister smile of the cold-faced man gave me a shiver. I doubted that he had any back-up plans. Zhao Yingjun grabbed the gun in my hand and signaled the other person to be more honest. Even if it cost him his life, he could at least interrupt him.
hands and feet. But the cold-faced man sat there as quietly as before.
"It's just a waste of effort. Everything I know is in my head, and none of you can take it away."
"Then give it a try and see if your mouth is really that tough. Don't think that just because you don't say anything now means you won't say anything in the future. There are many people who are better than you. If I can't do anything to you,
There are others who will take care of you." Zhao Yingjun sneered. I guess he was also very angry and was about to invite the great wizard from Tibet to come over.
"Do you still have a chance?"
Without any warning, the cold-faced man's mouth moved, and then a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Before I could react, Zhao Yingjun changed his face and stepped forward, but it was already too late.
Yes, the cold-faced man must have bitten off his own tongue.
At that moment, I remembered what he said before, he said that he was not afraid of death. Until now, I completely believe it. But I really can't figure it out, treating death as a very casual thing, talking about death
Just die. What does this kind of person think? He must have a very important purpose by living in this underground space for so long. If it were me, I would definitely try my best to survive.
But he died just like that.
"Damn it!" Zhao Yingjun frowned. It was obvious that the cold-faced man couldn't be saved, and even Zhao Yingjun had no way to do anything about it. This was simply unthinkable. There would be people there who would die just because they wanted to.
To be honest, I don’t have a good impression of cold-faced people. If you put it in daily life, he is the kind of person who looks above his head and looks at everyone as inferior to himself. He is very disgusting. But once he died, everyone
All clues have been interrupted. We don’t know who he is or what he wants to do if he stays here. The most important thing is that there is no way to lift the ghost curse. I originally had hope, but now I gave up.
Angry, feeling listless and without any energy.
Zhao Yingjun looked at the cold-faced man's body leaning against the stone wall, as if he was thinking about something. I reminded him to leave quickly. Originally, we were ready to leave, but when the cold-faced man died, Zhao Yingjun didn't seem to want to leave.
, put down the things in his hands and said: "Wait a moment, I will look for it again."
"You haven't rummaged through everything, what else are you looking for?"
"I always think it's strange that he died." Zhao Yingjun looked back at me.
"What do you mean, you mean he's not dead? Or..." I quickly looked around and said, "He turned into something unclean?"
"That's not what I meant. I just think his death was too simple. I don't really believe that there are people who take death so seriously that they just wipe their necks."
"You are thinking too much." I was speechless to Zhao Yingjun. The person was already dead, and the body was lying in front of me. No matter whether it was strange or not, what else could we do since the matter was at this point?
"There are so many things you haven't seen, many of which you can't imagine." Zhao Yingjun didn't explain much, and ignored my obstruction, he started searching in the space again. This time, the focus of his search was on the corpse.
He was very detailed, looking almost inch by inch. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I felt empty and a little unspeakably irritable, so I sat aside to rest.
Zhao Yingjun poked his butt and slowly searched along the corner of the wall. After about a few minutes, he stopped four or five meters away from the body. Maybe he found something, so I walked over and asked him. Zhao Yingjun breathed at the base of the wall.
He wiped away the ashes, shined the light on it, and said, "Can you see anything?"
The shape of this naturally formed underground space may have no rules, but the stratigraphic structure must be the same. However, when I looked at the small piece of stone wall that Zhao Yingjun pointed at, I did see some differences. On a piece of stone that is about the size of a palm,
It is covered with very light textures, just like the annual rings of trees. This stone is very inconspicuous. If Zhao Yingjun hadn't found it inch by inch, it would probably have been missed.
"What's wrong with this stone?" I looked up and asked him, "Is it important?"
"Otherwise, you are still young and need to learn a lot. I wanted to look for it, but you stopped me, and I almost missed something so important." Zhao Yingjun grinned habitually, and curled his lips in disdain.
: "You can hide this kind of trick from others, but you can't hide it from Lao Zhao."
"Hurry up and say yes, what the hell is this?" I wasn't in a good mood, and I didn't have much patience. Seeing Zhao Yingjun like this, I felt a little impatient.
"I wonder why he died so simply." Zhao Yingjun stood up, took tools from elsewhere, and gestured to smash down this palm-sized stone with growth rings, while saying to me: "Do you remember that I followed
As you said, sometimes the death of a person does not mean the real end. But after all, this guy is indeed a character. He must have an accomplice. This stone was given to him before he planned to end his life.
Something left behind by an accomplice.”
I was a little confused when I heard it, and shook my head to show that I didn't understand.
"Let me tell you this, do you know the terma? The highest level terma is actually a means of retaining and transmitting consciousness information."
What Zhao Yingjun said is a very mysterious thing, which is too far away from real life, so I don’t know it very well. But to put it simply, it is when a person knows that he is going to die, but there are still important things that he has not had time to convey.
When the time comes, he will place this information on a certain object, which may be any object. When the time is right, someone will unearth this information. There are two types of excavators, one is active and the other is passive.
In remote Tibetan areas, active diggers are called diggers. However, most consciousness inheritance is passive. For example, a very ordinary person, after going through some relatively special experiences, suddenly seems to be possessed by a spirit.
Likewise, he may have been illiterate before, but with these experiences, he can recite millions of words of epic poems eloquently.
However, not everyone can imitate this thing. Those who can retain consciousness information before death are all extraordinary people.
"His thing is not as profound as the highest level terma, but it is very useful." Zhao Yingjun gently knocked on the stone wall tentatively, while continuing: "We caught this guy, and we knew he couldn't escape, so he stayed here.
These, and then commit suicide, we won't get any clues, but once his accomplices get here, they can read some clues from this stone that contains information."
"Can you interpret this?" I suddenly became energetic again.
"I can't do it. I need to find someone else. I estimate that the old blind man from Cangzhou we went to find last time is Diyan's master. He's just about right." Zhao Yingjun stopped talking and concentrated on working. He must bring this thing with him.
Let's go. I took two more pieces of fuel and lit them, which can be used for lighting and heating. I squatted beside and watched Zhao Yingjun work.
He did it very carefully, fearing that the stone would be damaged in any way during the beating process. He worked so carefully for twenty or thirty minutes, and the stone was completely removed from the stone wall. Zhao Yingjun was very happy, with both gains and losses.
This trip was not in vain, and we had gained something. He packed up the stones and said, "We can actually do a better job. When we go out, we will contact Jin Pingmei and ask him to send someone over. We will stay on guard."
Here, that guy's accomplice will definitely come, otherwise there is no need for the cold-faced man to keep these things. When the accomplice appears, he can be held down."
It made sense to me at first glance, but it was still unknown when the cold-faced man's accomplices would show up. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to stay here for three to five months. Most people would definitely go crazy.
After we got this growth-ring-shaped stone, we were about to leave. I put out the burning fuel, picked up the things and turned around. I was stunned at the time, and at the same time I felt my scalp numbing.
"Holy shit!" I shook my head, fearing that I had seen it wrong, so I quickly pulled Zhao Yingjun: "Where are the others?"
When I shined the diving light behind me, Zhao Yingjun also looked dumbfounded and seemed a little unable to believe his eyes.
The cold-faced man's body disappeared.
The two of us walked over and felt very strange. The cold-faced man's body was really gone, leaving only the clothes and pants he wore. I froze on the spot, grabbed Zhao Yingjun's hand and squeezed it hard.
He grinned and asked me what I was doing.
"Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?"
"That's right." I felt my face turn pale: "It's not an illusion, he is really gone."
The place where we knocked the stone was only four or five meters away from the cold-faced man's body. At that time, both of us were focused on the stone, because we felt that the cold-faced man was dead, and Zhao Yingjun would not let down his guard even if he was working.
If there was any noise, he would be aware of it immediately. But in just twenty or thirty minutes, the body was gone.
"Did you check his body just now to make sure he is really dead?" I still held my own thoughts and wanted to keep things simple so as not to go too far out of common sense.
"Nonsense, could I have read it wrong? If he was not dead, would I dare to squat down and knock stones so carelessly?" Zhao Yingjun insisted that he had read it correctly. I also knew that he was actually very cautious despite his careless look.
"Who is this person?" My doubts about the cold-faced man have reached an all-out level. He is so mysterious that people can't figure it out when he is alive. Even if he is dead, he will still do something like this.
The doubts in my heart suppressed the panic and fear for a moment. At that moment, I faintly made up my mind. No matter what, I must do everything possible to find out who this person is. I can feel that this person is a very important person.