I quickly followed Brother Biao back to the wooden house where he lived.
When I opened the door and walked in, the first thing I noticed was a few wooden signs hanging on the wall. After asking, I found out that he used the method of turning over cards to decide which wife to find tonight, just like the ancient emperors who chose their concubines.
Sherpa people mature early. His little wife is about ten years younger than Brother Biao, and is half a head taller than him. Her skin is a healthy wheat color, her nose is straight, her eyes are big, and her lips are thin. She has a typical ethnic minority appearance.
I don’t speak Chinese, but because I have been with Brother Biao for two or three years, I can understand a little bit.
After coming in, I didn't dare to look at his little wife.
She was wearing too little, and I was afraid that staring at people would make them feel disrespected.
"Maknae, where is my notebook? Why can't I find it?"
Brother Biao opened the drawer and rummaged through the cabinets for a long time, then knelt on the ground and rummaged through the bag under the bed.
His little wife held the oil tea in both hands and took a sip. She crossed her legs and hummed some kind of Sherpa song softly, looking very relaxed.
"Found it! So I put it here!"
He took out a thick notebook from the bag under the bed. Brother Biao tore off a few pieces of white paper, slammed them on the table together with the ballpoint pen, and said loudly: "Draw quickly! Youngest! I told you to draw!"
The two of them had a few words of conversation in front of me.
When he heard that Brother Biao was going to draw "that man", his little wife's face instantly turned extremely ugly! She no longer had the relaxed state she had when she was singing just now.
She said something angrily, got up and ran out.
"return!"
"You don't even listen to what I say, do you?"
Brother Biao pulled the man back, raised his hand and said, "I'll beat you, believe it or not!"
This girl was half a head taller than Brother Biao and stared at him without fear.
"Ha..." Brother Biao stood up on his tiptoes and kissed the person, then said with a smile: "Don't be angry, maknae, I like you the most. It's too late to hurt you, so why would I want to beat you."
"Brother, can you go out and wait for two minutes? I'll do her work."
"good."
I came out and closed the door, looking at the dark mountain of medicine and frowning.
July Crane is very mysterious. I am confident that as long as I have seen his portrait, I will be able to recognize him when I see him if there is a four-part portrait.
After waiting outside the door for a few minutes, Brother Biao called me in and said that he had finished his little wife's ideological work.
I asked him: "Why are you so afraid of climbing in July?"
Brother Biao hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Brother, there are some situations you don't know. I took a big risk on your behalf this time."
"I have been in this tribe for four years and have been an imperial master for three years. What I fear most in my heart is that one day I will see two people, one is from the Kangding Police Station, in a...that is, July Climbing.
"
"I feel like he is not human."
"What's the meaning?"
Brother Biao frowned and said: "It means literally. In the past, a few young men in the tribe were not convinced and said they would deal with him. As a result, in the next few days, those Sherpa boys either drowned in the river or fell asleep.
He died in the wooden house. I saw the corpse being carried out with my own eyes. Their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen a ghost before they died."
"Also, there is a mark left on them."
After saying that, Brother Biao drew an inverted triangle with his hand in mid-air.
"Do you know what pattern this is?"
I shook my head.
Brother Biao's face was solemn: "I asked the oldest old man in the tribe, and the old man said that this pattern belongs to the ancient Dangxiang people, and it means protection and curse."
"Protect? Protect what?"
Brother Biao shook his head and after letting me enter the house, he locked the wooden door again.
In the house.
Two candles were lit on the table and a piece of white paper was spread.
Brother Biao's wife lowered her head to write and draw on the white paper. She sometimes stopped writing and listened carefully to Brother Biao's details.
Brother Biao didn't lie. This girl is really good at drawing. She has never studied art or anything. Maybe this is her talent. With just a few simple lines, she can outline the outline of a person's face.
"No...the nose is not like this, it should be more straight, and the chin is not right either. There is a beard on the chin. It should be the kind of beard that pricks your hands, very hard and short," Brother Biao said.
His little wife crumpled the drawing paper into a ball, spread out a piece of white paper again, and continued drawing.
The police have this kind of painting skills, but after all, we are not professionals, so we can only try to paint. Brother Biao tried hard to recall all the details, and his little wife also worked hard to help with the painting.
From face shape, hairstyle, to eyebrows and mouth.
The waste paper was thrown away one after another, and Brother Biao always said: "It doesn't look like...it doesn't look like it yet, did I miss something...maybe there is something wrong with the eyes, youngest, you go first
Don’t draw eyes to see.”
Draw a good picture again.
Brother Biao banged the table and said excitedly: "Yes, yes! Brother, you are right this time! This is the person!"
I looked at the white paper.
What's this?
Without eyes, he doesn't look like a human being.
He has a long face, high cheekbones, a straight nose bridge, a normal-sized mouth, slightly thick lips, and some sparse beard on his chin, but the eyes from the nose up are blank, and he is not a complete person at all.
"It can't be wrong! This one is the most similar!"
Brother Biao said firmly: "Eyes are the windows to a person's soul! I can't forget that look in his eyes. Give me the pen and I will draw the eyes."
He grabbed the pen, pulled out the chair, sat down, bit the tip of the pen and thought for a few seconds, and then started drawing directly.
I watched him draw it bit by bit.
What is this?
The eyes are too small and have no aura at all. They are extremely rigid, like two soybeans.
Is it possible to climb like this in July?
So far, the man with the smallest eyes I have ever seen is Mr. Wu, Sister Achun’s master. He is commonly known as narrow eyes, but this one is much smaller than narrow eyes.
"No, no, no!" Brother Biao awkwardly gave up his seat and said, "You should be the youngest, what the hell am I drawing."
I drew it again and quickly finished the first eye. As I looked at it, I always felt that this face was slightly familiar, but when I took a closer look, it felt completely unfamiliar again.
Draw the outline of the second eye. Once you complete this last step, the portrait is complete.
But just now.
The door of the wooden house was banged hard, and no one could get in because it was locked, but the voice was that of the leader, King Zami.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Don't worry, finish the painting quickly!" Brother Biao urged with sweat on his forehead, ignoring the knock on the door.
As the banging on the door became louder and louder, his little wife's hand holding the pen kept shaking. She saw that the painting was about to be completed, but she didn't see it and accidentally touched the half bowl of oil tea placed next to the candle.
The oil tea was spilled, and half of the portrait's face was instantly stained and covered with oil stains.
Bang!
The wooden door was kicked open with a strong kick! I quickly stuffed the portrait into my trouser pocket.
King Zemi brought a few strong men with him. He had a gloomy look on his face. When he came in, he shouted and questioned him. Brother Biao kept explaining to him and winked at me. I sneaked away while no one was paying attention.
"vomit!"
I hurried back and found Dou Sprout with a painful expression on his face, vomiting sour water into the basin.
""Something's wrong!
After hearing what I said, he raised his head and frowned and said, "Yunfeng, don't panic. Panic won't solve any problems. Where's the portrait?"
I took out the painting, and because it was stained with camellia oleifera, I found a towel and gently wiped the surface.
He stared at the portrait for a while, then slowly shook his head and said, "Although I'm not sure, I'm sure I've never seen this person before."
"And you?"
"I haven't seen it either."
"How is Dou Sprout doing now?" I asked.
"After taking the medicine given by the witch doctor, the situation is better. The chest pain is not so bad, but I still have nausea and vomiting. Let's wait." He turned his head and said: "If it still doesn't work, Bin, you set off immediately and carry the bean sprouts on your back."
Leave and send him to Kangding Hospital, his life is most important."
Brother Yu nodded and said yes.
I came out of the house and sat down next to the stone man, took out the portrait and looked at it again. Why, I felt a familiar feeling just now.
Holding a flashlight in my left hand, I raised the portrait into the air and blocked half of the man's face with my hand.
At this moment, the man on the paper only had one eye left, and he seemed to be looking at me too.
Look at each other.
Sudden.
I stood up from the stone suddenly, my right hand kept shaking and trembling slightly.
it's him!
I suddenly remembered, I have definitely seen this person before!
And I’ve seen her twice! Let me tell you, why did I feel familiar when Brother Biao’s wife painted her eyes just now?
let me see.....
The first time was in the waiting hall of Xianyang Railway Station!
That time when I was waiting for the bus, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep. I dreamed that there was a bloody human head under the seat in the waiting room of the train station. It was a nightmare. It was this man who tapped me on the shoulder and woke me up! Remind me not to miss the bus.
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The second time was when I was on the green train returning from Zaozhuang. I had just returned from watching my sister-in-law. I left a sum of money for my sister-in-law because something happened to Brother Zhiyuan. I remember it clearly! At that time, I was lying on the lower bunk.
, my feet were stretched out in the aisle. A young man dressed as a migrant worker kicked my legs and asked me to put my feet down. He wanted to sleep on my upper bunk.
I compared the memory in my mind with the half-face of the man drawn on the white paper.
That's right....
If the similarity reaches 10%, they are the same face.
