I fell asleep quickly, maybe because I was too tired to go up the mountain, maybe because it took me too much energy to think about these bad things.
The alarm on my watch woke me up at five. I tried to get myself up, but it was still dark outside. I did a few push-ups to wake myself up, and then I stretched out and walked out. There was no movement in the yard, and the entire monastery was as quiet as a dead zone. I took a cigarette and put on my gloves, and walked towards the darkness of the temple.
In the first place I went, I hid four lighters, all four were identical, placed in order in a crack in a stone wall, with only some very, very subtle markings where I knew it . I took off the lighters one by one, and found that the order had changed, and the other party didn't notice my little trick.
Sure enough, someone is watching me, so there must be someone following me now, but unfortunately, I can't feel anything, the other party is a master. I lit a cigarette with one of the lighters, then put all the lighters in a small bag and put them in my pocket. The second place was where the slingshots were placed. It was on the beam above the pile of debris, and it was pitch black at first glance. I threw it up at the time, and now I can't reach it even if I jump up. To get the slingshot, I have to climb or use something to put my feet on.
The debris around here can be used for stepping, and I can see at a glance that they are not in the order I wrote down when I came here. When I squatted down, I found a handprint on the edge of one of the water jugs. When I turned the jug over, I found that it had been turned over and stepped on, and there was a very vague shoe print on the bottom. But the man obviously didn't want to leave a mark, and wiped all the marks with his hands.
I looked at the other sundries, and there was no trace of being trampled on, so I couldn't help being a little surprised. This water tank is not very tall. I am 1.81 meters tall. After stepping on it, even if I jump up, I can't reach the slingshot. Only the water tank is used here. Strong people stepped on the water can and jumped up, otherwise there will definitely be more traces left here. The person who got the slingshot must be taller than me, but in that group of Hong Kong people, I didn't see anyone taller than me. In the entire Lama Temple, the only people who are taller than me are those Germans.
They also have a share? Is it possible that in the whole lama temple, I am the only one who is innocent, and everyone else has problems? At this time, for the first time, I felt some fear in my heart. If so, then this is an accident. The show is over, and I'm the only audience. Hope things don't get to this point.
I built the two water tanks up, stepped on them, and then took off the slingshot. I checked it carefully, and it was not damaged, so I inserted it directly and took it with me. There are a few other places I don't want to go to anymore, I need to maintain some mystery. I went back to my room, closed the door, charred the instant noodles with a lighter, kneaded them into a very fine powder, evenly mixed them in the water, dipped it in the toothbrush, and then poked the bristles of the toothbrush to splash the black water into a mist bomb on a lighter.
The fingerprints showed up very quickly, and I taped the fingerprints to them and collected them. Following the same procedure, I took all the fingerprints from the lighters. That night, some of my buddies came to me, and I explained something to them, so I went down the mountain to find a place with a phone, dialed up the Internet, and sent my fingerprint scan to my friend. I need to see if the owner of these fingerprints has a criminal record. Because, if it is someone in our line, it is likely to have a criminal record.
I still stayed in the hostel last time. My friend's surname is Mao, and I only met him in recent years. I hope he can provide some convenience when dealing with Leizi. Soon he replied to me, in the email he told me that I provided seven fingerprints, three of them were the same, four were different, maybe four different people, or four different fingers of one person . He checked the database and found that only one of the fingerprints was recorded. He attached the file of the person who took the fingerprints to the email. I pulled down the vertical bar, a formal electronic file appeared in front of me, and I saw a slightly gloomy face.
I was startled and suddenly realized that I had seen this face. Fuck, this is the face of the woman who spit on me yesterday. "Girl, it's you." I muttered to myself and saw her name. I found that her surname was Zhang, but there was no record of her name.
It was my brother's home. I pulled down the file and continued to read. This man was the same age as me. In 1998, he served three years in prison for intentional wounding and maiming. Her occupation at the time was far removed from this charge, she was a trainer at a training institution at the time.
It seems that when I hid things in the temple, she was the one who followed me. I just don't know if it's her who is following me now. After she was released from prison in 2001, the record was blank, but I wasn't helpless. I saw the phone number of the training institution she worked for on the file, and I searched the website of the training institution. It was an outdoor sports training organization in Hong Kong. When I opened the trainer's page, I saw a lot of familiar faces.
A lot of people I saw in the lama temple, I saw them all above. Almost all the trainers of that institution are in the lama temple, and I also saw the picture of that girl on the list. It seems that after she was released from prison, she still went to work in the old unit, and the old unit even wanted her. What kind of training institution is that that trains people to disgust me? "Disgusting Wu Xie Training Class" specializes in teaching people how to disgust Wu Xie?
At this time, I suddenly discovered an amazing detail. I saw that on this page, almost 80% of the trainers turned out to be surnamed Zhang. At first glance, the surname of Zhang was densely packed. As soon as my heart moved, a bad thought came into my mind. I started to reminisce about these people, and I found that I couldn't see the hands of these people, these Hong Kong people, all of them had gloves on their hands and never took them off.
The dial-up internet connection in that small dilapidated guest house was very slow. I slowly opened the web page, and my long-lost anxiety reappeared. I don't know since when, I have become very calm, so calm that I am afraid, because I already feel that it doesn't matter how dangerous the environment is related to myself.
I have been through the most tragic years, I can't even pay the utility bills. Compared with now, it is much better now. So, the big deal is to go back to that state. I can bear any failure. And things that would endanger my life, I would not do it, so I have been living quite calmly. Only when I see news like this, that seems to involve the original secret, makes me very anxious. I looked at the names of these people, and the more I looked, the more confused I became. Most people in Hong Kong have English names, so most of the names on this page are in English, but the traditional Chinese names are attached at the bottom.
Almost all the names are three neat characters, Zhang XX, one of them is named Zhang Longsheng. Next to him was a man about the same age as him, whose name was Zhang Longban. At first glance, it is the same generation of a family. "Your mother's, Zhang's lair, brother's family came to him?" I touched my face. The younger brother's family is very big, do they still have their power in Hong Kong? But it seems that they are not so good in Hong Kong, so they start a family business for training.
Then what did they design me to do? Could it be that they couldn't find the little brother and blamed it on me? Then there is no need to design me, just slap me? If you want to ask the whereabouts of the little brother, I will definitely To be honest, if you don't believe me, you can take me with you. I was very confused. If they were my brother's clansmen or friends, it would be hard to say whether they were enemies or friends, and I would not be able to use many ruthless tricks. They are all wearing gloves. If their fingers are like that, does it mean that this group of people are all very skilled? If they are like the little brother, then I don't play any tricks, just kneel and surrender and let them fuck.
It's impossible to fight no matter what. I thought about it and thought this discovery was so important that I had to tell Fatty, so I called him overnight, but no one picked up at Banai. When I saw that it was really late, I thought about it tomorrow. Overall, my plan went quite smoothly, and I couldn't help feeling a little smug at this point. Others think I don't know anything, but in just one day, I actually learned a lot of useful things.
In addition, the second reason I am in a good mood is that I feel from the bottom of my heart that my brother's kin will not hurt me. I went to the public toilet of the guest house and got a tuba, squatted down and smoked, wondering what to do next. I don't know what they're trying to do, I can't guess right now, they just seem to want to spy on me. Why? Under what circumstances do they need to monitor a person? I suddenly thought of Huo Ling's surveillance tapes. Surveillance surveillance surveillance, a flash of lightning flashed through my mind. Do they think that I am not Wu Xie?
I know that there is another person who is exactly like me wandering around in this world, he is doing some mysterious things, and he has no purpose. Is the Zhang family trying to judge whether I am the real one or the fake one? I suddenly felt that it was very reasonable, and I immediately wanted to clarify myself, but then I thought, how can this thief admit that he is a thief? , if it were so easy to identify, these Hong Kong Zhang would not have used such a complicated method. What if they think I'm fake? Will it be destroyed mercilessly? I suddenly felt a lot of pressure to be myself, thinking that I must behave more like Wu Xie.
But if that's what I guessed, then, at least I can be sure, they're not in the same league as the fake one. Ideally, they should like the real one, so I let them know I'm real and maybe they'll start talking to me. But how to prove it?
I suddenly discovered that, in philosophy, it is very difficult for people to prove themselves. I let out a long sigh, feeling that I don't feel in the mood for a big one, and the biogas toilet in this single room is really too smelly. After squeezing out a few pieces, I wanted to hurriedly lift my pants and leave. When I looked up, I suddenly saw someone graffiti on the toilet door with something very disgusting. That thing is yellow, could it be big shit? Who the hell is in such a good mood, scribbling on the door with shit when it's a big one, it's disgusting.
I was a little nauseous, and stood up cautiously, afraid of touching myself. After going back and forth like this, I suddenly realized that what I painted on the door with stool was something I was very familiar with.
Here's a horoscope of Tamuto, which I've seen from my notebook. On the edge of this picture, a number 104 is written.
104 is the room number here, I was stunned, thinking what is going on here?