Daomu Biji

I was dumbfounded. I just saw Wen Jin's note mentioning this place, and they were going to go anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at once, and they should have not read Wen Jin's notes. How do they know that this place exists?

"What's wrong?" The Caucasian looked at me with a strange expression and asked me, "Suddenly his face turned white."

"It's nothing, I was scared just now." I immediately covered it up and pretended to be strange. While following him, he asked him, "Where is Tamutuo? What are you doing?"

"Tamuo Tuo? That's a long story," the Caucasian looked at Aning walking in front, and said softly to me, "I'll tell you later, let's take a look at the two little brothers from the inside. What is brought back. "

I looked at the look he gave me. It seemed that Aning wouldn't let him say these things, so he understood it and stopped talking.

The people in the camp rushed to tell each other, and the people sleeping in the sleeping bags were awakened. We could only walk carefully in the moving sleeping bags and follow Aning with them.

The whole camp is very large, bypassing the "Land Rover" concentration on the roadside, there is also a tent behind, the largest of which is a dome tent with a diameter of four or five meters. Seems to be the standard of living. Aning walked us in. It was very warm. I saw a charcoal stove with a small chimney burning on the side, and there were thick and colorful blankets of cattle fur on the ground. Later I knew it was called "thick pulu". Quite expensive stuff. In addition, there are many old-style Tibetan wooden furniture, as well as some non-woven bags packed and not split.

The whole tent was very comfortable. Aning sat on the carpet and came in a Tibetan man, who seemed to be the owner of the tent. He poured butter tea for each of us. I also sat down and looked at these people.

The thing that annoys me the most is the stuffy oil bottle. He sits opposite me, does not look at me, leans on a lot of felt, and immediately closes his eyes to refresh himself. The people in the car didn't come all but came to something I didn't know, which made me quite uncomfortable. Of these people, I only know one Wu Lao Si and the Caucasus, the others are strange faces.

These people sat down one after another, and Aning placed the black glasses from the haunted house on the low-legged table in front of us.

It was a mahogany flat box. After opening, there was a broken blue and white porcelain plate. On the left side of the porcelain plate, there was a big slap.

There must be a space under the stone coffin. It seems that the porcelain plate was originally placed in that space. What is this? Why do they steal this stuffy oil bottle? I couldn't help but also a little curious.

I was about to adjust the direction of my neck to look at the plate. Suddenly two people came in outside the tent. It was a gray-haired Tibetan old lady and a Tibetan middle-aged woman. The old lady is as thin and thin as Chen Pi Asi, about seventy years old, but she is quite spirited and has sharp eyes. The middle-aged woman is just like an ordinary Tibetan. When the two of them entered the whole tent, the atmosphere suddenly changed. In addition to black glasses and stuffy oil bottles, the others sat involuntarily and turned their bodies towards them, especially the old lady. Two people also saluted her. It seems that this old Tibetan lady has a relatively high status here.

The old lady also returned a salute and looked at us, especially me, probably because she was unfamiliar, so she took a few more glances and sat down straight. Aning then respectfully picked up the porcelain plate and handed it to her, and asked, "Well, milk, look, did you see this thing?"

After speaking, someone translated into Tibetan. The old lady took the porcelain plate and looked at it. After a few glances, she nodded and kept saying something in Tibetan. The translator began to translate her words back, and several people started talking.

Their conversation was intermittent, and the translators not only did not have a high level of Tibetan language, but even more terrible was that Chinese did not seem to be good enough. I tried hard to listen but couldn't understand it, so I asked the old Wulao on the side softly, Who is this old woman?

The fourth old Wu did not answer me, but the black glasses on the side spoke. He whispered to me, "She is called Lord Dolma and was the guide of Wen Jin."

When I heard the name, I said, "Ah", and I knew a lot in my heart. I was also surprised by the supernatural power of Aning Company. They not only knew Tamutuo, but also knew that there was this guide. So, Aning should know about Wenjin?

I learned in Wen Jin's notes that they had started from Dunhuang and entered the hinterland of Qaidam. She did mention that they had invited a Tibetan female guide. I couldn't help but touch the notebook in my pocket, and I said what happened, did anyone ever read this note?

However, I remember Wen Jin also said in the notes that this female guide did not bring them deep into the basin. After Dachaidan entered the Qarhan area, the female guide could not find a way, in fact There was no way to find it. In the end they broke up with the guide at a salt mountain pass and set off towards a deeper place. The Qaidam Basin covers an area of ​​more than 240,000 square kilometers. Their last journey took three weeks, and no one could say where they ended up.

It seems that if they want to go to Tamutuo, this old lady alone cannot give Aning them any particularly useful help. At most, they can take them to the place where they broke up with the Wenjin team.

I was thinking that the dialogue between Aning and Dingma was over. After the salute, the middle-aged woman helped the old lady out. Some people who did n’t understand asked how, Aning could not hide his face. The smile on the table excitedly said: "That's right! She said this is the plate. Chen Wenjin showed her this one. She said that with this plate, she can take us to find the Yamaguchi back then."

Several people were commotion, and the black glasses asked, "When will you leave?"

Anin had already stood up and said to them: "Today, at 12 noon, all the people departed." He said that everyone else stood up, and he had to go out.

At that time, the black glasses again said, "So what should he do?"

Said to me.

Aning They turned to look at me. It seemed that they had forgotten that I was here. Several people were stunned. I stared at Aning and wanted to see what she would say.

Unexpectedly, Aning didn't care too much. After thinking about it, he pointed to a stuffy oil bottle and said to the black glasses: "He brought it back, let him take care of him." Then he took the person out. There were only two people left in the tent, black glasses and stuffy oil bottles.

The black glasses laughed twice, leaned against the felt, lit a cigarette, and then looked at the dull oil bottle there: "I said you are asking for trouble. Just not letting him get in the car just now, you Say what to do now? "

The dull oil bottle raised his head and looked at me lightly. He seemed to sigh with frustration and said to me: "Go back, there is nothing more about you here. Don't go into the nursing home again. The things inside Too dangerous."

I looked at him, I was very unhappy.

To be honest, I do n’t even want to go to that **** place. I do n’t know why Anin they go to that place. I just want to know what the stuffy oil bottle did at Genting, the horrible scene I saw. What exactly is going on.

So I replied: "It's okay to ask me to go back, I just want to ask you a few questions."

The dull oil bottle still looked at me lightly and shook his head: "My things are not what you can understand, and, some things, I am also looking for answers." He also stood up and walked out of the tent without looking back .

I was trembling with anger, almost vomiting blood, looking at his back really wanted to rush to strangle him.

The black glasses also sighed and patted me on the side, saying, "There is a bus here, and it's been three hours to get to the city, and it's been a smooth ride."

After speaking, the black glasses also walked out of the tent, leaving me alone. The scene suddenly deserted.

This embarrasses me. I feel underestimated and even abandoned. I feel very uncomfortable. Just now, the attitude of Aning, the oil bottle and the black glasses just thought I was a dispensable person. This is more hurtful than abusive or hateful.

But the problem with black glasses is real.

Think about it too, Aning ’s team is about to leave. I rescued them from the ghost building. This is an emergency, so they did not prepare any measures to arrange me, nor have any responsibility to explain to me, I Of course, you should go back yourself.

However, I was not reconciled. I watched the outside of the tent, and I was preparing for the work. I wonder what I can do after I go back? Wen Jin, who sent me something, has gone one step earlier. This person can hide for twenty years and the third uncle can't find it by all means. How can I find it? Do I have to find her like a third uncle for another thirty years for a puzzle? impossible.

What happened in the nursing home was confusing, but there was no clue at all. The notes left by Wen Jin kept talking about this "Tamu Tuo". Now, the people outside are about to leave, but I am ready to buy a ticket and take the bus home.

The only clue to the whole thing, now there are only notes in my pocket, and the contents of the notes seem to have been hinting that I have to go to Tamutuo to know something.

What should I do? Back to Golmud, what can I do, I can't do anything.

"Be active in doing things."

Suddenly my grandfather's words sounded, and then I felt the notebook in my pocket. Thinking about this experience in Golmud, it was because of my speed and determination that I took the lead.

Well, I made up my mind at once. His mother ’s stuffy oil bottle, do n’t be arrogant, if you can go, I can go to Wu Xie, and this time I will follow! I stood up and walked to the side of Aning, who was preparing luggage, and asked her, "Do you have any extra equipment?"

A Ning was counting his compressed cookies. When I heard her suddenly ask her, she showed a very surprised expression: "Extra equipment? What do you want to do?"

I shrugged, and I do n’t know how to say: "I want to join, I want to join, and I have to go to Tamutuo!"

"Add your head." Aning smiled and turned his head to ignore me. However, I continued to look at her and said to her: "I can help you, think about it in Yunding Tiangong."

Anin raised his head, her face changed, she looked at my eyes and smiled at me: "Are you serious?"

I nodded, and she pointed to the equipment car on one side: "Take it anywhere, start at twelve o'clock, and don't wait outdated."