"Come with me, you can ask me anything you want to know, as long as I know it clearly."
"But you are not him, so you need to charge according to the problem." Chen Xuehan said without being polite at all.
After saying this, Chen Xuehan took Yue Ya and turned around and walked towards the boiler room.
"Okay." Wu Xie knew that it was easy to talk about money.
He asked Langka and the two of them to follow him. Walking next to Chen Xuehan, he asked him, "You know I want to come here, why?"
He was eager to know everything that "Wu Xie" went through in Medog. It was easy to tell from Chen Xuehan's tone that he had a good relationship with that person.
Chen Xuehan didn't mean to hide it, and said calmly: "You are the third destined person for that oil painting. He asked me to wait here and give you something."
"What?" Wu Xie asked.
"have no idea."
Chen Xuehan came to the room in the backyard of the boiler room, used the password to open a military green safe, took out an envelope from it, turned around and handed it to Wu Xie, "I haven't read the contents inside."
The envelope's tentacles were lumpy and uneven, and what was inside was not letter paper. Wu Xie couldn't wait to open it and pour out the contents.
It was a very ancient traditional Rudraksha seed bracelet worn by Tibetans during their pilgrimage. Half of the vermilion beads were set with a carnelian.
At the end of the braided rope of the bracelet hangs a Buddha amulet the size of a one-yuan coin, with two thin gold figures of "Wu Xie" engraved on it, and a flame hieroglyph mark on the back.
The handwriting was as familiar as ever, exactly the same as the handwriting he saw on the roster when he made donations at the Nepalese pagoda.
Wu Xie looked at the flame and his eyes moved slightly. He looked at Chen Xuehan and said, "What is the name of the person who asked you to give this thing to me?"
Chen Xuehan raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a playful tone, "Aren't you twin brothers? You don't even know his name."
"No." Wu Xie said calmly, but did not explain why it was not.
Chen Xuehan had no intention of asking further, "I don't know his Han name, but he told me that his Tibetan name is Baici Lanmuyangcuo."
"Bai Ci Lanmu Yangcuo..." Wu Xie moved his lips slightly, murmured and repeated, and then asked, "What do you mean by 'that painting recognizes me' you said before?"
Chen Xuehan motioned him to sit down and talk, poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it to him, "I thought you were here for the painting just like him. You were closely related to the painting, or to the people in the painting.
The third destined person."
Wu Xie grasped the key point keenly. Since he was the third destined person, there must be two more in front of him, and according to Chen Xuehan, he had met both of them.
Then he asked directly: "The second destined person is Bai Ci, so who is the first?"
"I don't know his name." Chen Xuehan pointed at his face, "But they are all just like you, with exactly the same face."
After Chen Xuehan finished speaking, he stared at Wu Xie's eyes and said to himself that this kind of eyes is more suitable for this face. The eyes of that person are too oppressive. Staring at you for a long time will make people feel like they have nowhere to think.
The embarrassment of hiding, the damn thing is that you can't see through him.
Wu Xie thought to himself, that is to say, there are currently two people pretending to be "Wu Xie" who have appeared in Medog.
So, would the first destined person be the "Wu Xie" who once played tricks on him on the mountain outside the Zhang family's ancient building?
For some reason, he always had a feeling that the original "Wu Xie" and the "Wu Xie" who left his name in Nepal were not the same person.
"When did you paint that painting? Have you seen the person in the painting?" Wu Xie asked.
"I've never seen it." Chen Xuehan shook his head and explained, "That painting was just a copy of it by me. The original painting is in the Lamasery."
Wu Xie hooked his fingers, and Jin He stepped forward and took out ten pieces of money from his wallet and put them on the table.
Seeing that he was so successful, Chen Xuehan's smile became a little more sincere.
He also knew that the person told him this without reservation just to let him act as a microphone, so it was reasonable to receive a small reward.
He spent half an hour briefly describing everything he had experienced a year ago, from the time he saw the oil painting to the time he took Bai Ci to the Lamasery.
"I haven't heard from him since he entered the snow-capped mountains with the German team." Chen Xuehan sighed melancholy.
Wu Xie was silent for a long time and then said, "Did he leave any other words?"
"He said that as long as I give you the envelope, he will not die." Chen Xuehan said.
Wu Xie was stunned, "What do you mean?"
Could it be that the man had a premonition that he would be trapped in the snow-capped mountains, so he left clues in advance so that he could also go into the snow-capped mountains to rescue him?
Wu Xie didn't think so, so there was another possibility. That person wanted to be his replacement. He knew that he would die in the snowy mountains, so he needed someone who could continue to explore the secrets in his place.
His hands were trembling slightly uncontrollably. The act of calculating his own life and arranging a way out made him inevitably think of a person hidden deep in his memory that he dared not touch but could not avoid touching.
There are only a handful of people in this world who are close friends with me.
He asked softly in his heart, could it be you? Muyu.
Will you wait for me here?
"Take me to the Lamasery." He said solemnly.
Chen Xuehan had been waiting for his words for a long time. From the man's dress and behavior, it could be seen that he was a big customer who was not short of money, so he stretched out five fingers and said quietly: "This is another price.
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The corner of Wu Xie's mouth twitched, "Do you also behave like this in front of him?"
Chen Xuehan waved his hand, "That's different. You are the trading partner, and he and I are friends. He even entrusted me with the care of his daughter."
Wu Xie was stunned, "Daughter? What kind of daughter!"
After reacting, I almost jumped to the ceiling in shock. What the hell? When did the wooden fish have a girl?!
Chen Xuehan turned his head and called to the side, "Crescent Moon."
Then Wu Xie saw Lang Qing, who was lying on another soft chair, waving his ears, squinting this way, and closing his eyelids indifferently.
Chen Xuehan smiled kindly, "It's so cute. He's over two years old, and his bad temper is exactly the same as his father's."
Wu Xie twitched the corner of his mouth and thought, damn, I was so scared that I really wanted to punch him in the face because he was panting.
Feeling that the face of the big customer in front of him turned a bit foul, Chen Xuehan put away the money on the table and took the five hundred handed over by Jin He. He stood up and patted the corner of his clothes, "It's getting late today. If you want to go up the mountain, come here tomorrow morning."
I can't enter the Lama Temple without someone I know to take you with me."
Wu Xie stood up to say goodbye and walked out of the boiler room with Langka Jinhe.
Jin He hesitated to speak, "Little Third Master, do you want me to keep an eye on this area tonight to prevent him from running away?"
Wu Xie shook his head, "No, he won't run away. No matter how true or false the clues he said are, I can feel that he wants me to enter the snowy mountains too."
Medog is the beginning of another game. Chen Xuehan is equivalent to the NPC who provides guidance in the dungeon. He deliberately told the information that he has a good relationship with that "Wu Xie" in order to make his words more credible.
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No matter who Chen Xuehan belongs to, since the target is for him, he will not leave until the task is completed, not to mention that he has already cooperated so well.
The only thing that made him a little uneasy was that he didn't know what unknown things were waiting for him in the lamasery.
Returning to the old Tibetan grandmother's house, the three of them took a rest early after dinner.
Wu Xie was groping for the Bodhi string on his wrist under the covers. With his eyesight sharpened by doing rubbings for a long time, it was not difficult for him to see that the thin gold characters "Wu Xie" on the small Buddhist amulet were faintly different from the brushstrokes.
My own shadow is there.
If that person is really a wooden fish, everything will make sense.
He still remembered that before he went to Banai to help his brother search for memories for the first time, Muyu sent a courier from Pingtang Prison. There was a note with the D-card. The font on it was Shoujin, but he had not practiced it yet.
In place.
He was already very sure that Muyu was imitating him, and there had been signs of it from a very early stage, but he was so naive and never took these details to heart.
After Muyu escaped from death in the ancient building of the Zhang family, he came to Medog secretly, and used the face of "Wu Xie" and wrote "Wu Xie" in the customary font.
Wu Xie's doubts became more and more intense. He kept thinking over and over in his mind, why Muyu wanted to imitate him, and whether such behavior was to avoid the force behind it. Muyu needed to make that force feel that the real "Zhang Zhuxun" was dead.
At the Zhangjia Ancient Building.
The question returned to its original point, and he couldn't help but think of the man in the video who looked exactly like him, with a crazy and weird appearance.
Is Muyu really imitating "Wu Xie"? Then who is the person in the video?
Could Muyu's real purpose in pretending to be "Wu Xie" be that he was actually the person in the video? He wanted the people behind him to think that he was the person in the video!
The hot kang in the room was warm, but an uncontrollable chill surged through his heart, from his back to the soles of his feet.
Wu Xie glanced at his watch and found that it was late at night before he knew it. His eyelids were heavy and drowsy, but the neurons in his brain were still transmitting stimulation, extremely active and clear, and even his temples seemed to be bulging.
To be continued...