Captain Garlic is almost in his seventies, but at first glance, he looks like he is only in his fifties.

He did not have a beard like other locals, his face was shaved and his face was flushed, his voice was loud when he spoke, and his face was cheerful when he smiled.

"Teacher Shen, Teacher Yan, I will never see you when I come to Yecheng. Today, my younger son will come to see me. If you don't dislike me, just eat pilaf at my house. After the meal is finished, let's talk in detail." Although Captain Garlic has a strong accent, he speaks very fluent in Chinese.

"Okay, okay!" Hua Yan was so happy when she heard about what she had eaten.

I couldn't help but worry - with her big stomach, what should I do if this meal scares the old man again...

In order to avoid embarrassment for a while, I decided to take the blame.

"That... Uncle Shamushak, I have a little...a big appetite." I stammered.

Captain Garlic laughed: "Young man, why are you shy? You have a lot of appetite, it's a blessing! I have a lot of appetite, so I have a lot of appetite. Look, how good my health is."

He stood up as he spoke, walked to the kitchen door, and shouted loudly inward: "Old lady, cook more meals! Welcome the guests from afar!"

After he said that, he walked back with a laugh.

"Young people with a big appetite are reliable!" Captain Garlic patted my shoulder with his broad palm.

We sat on the sofa, Captain Garlic served a pile of dried fruits of all kinds, then made tea in a copper pot, and poured it on for us.

"Thank you, Captain Garlic." Hua Yan reached out her hand unceremoniously and put a handful of raisins into her mouth.

"This thing is so sweet, delicious." She said in a deep voice.

Captain Garlic looked at her: "Teacher Shen, I feel that you are different from the phone."

"Is that so? Is there any difference?"

“It’s different, very different.”

The old criminal investigation is very good. I was afraid that Captain Garlic could see something, so I hurriedly smoothed out and said, "Uncle Shamushak, she is a bit unpredictable. The police on Wei Yang all called her 'hearted'."

"Yes, I'm a lunatic." Hua Yan hugged my arm and said with a smile.

"Look, are you nervous?" I spread my hands and felt helpless.

Captain Garlic couldn't help laughing when he saw us playing tricks.

"Thirteen years," he said with emotion. "I have never forgotten that case in these thirteen years. To be honest, after retirement, I have been investigating it privately."

“Is there any progress?”

Captain Garlic smiled sly, and he stood up and walked to the inner room. After a while, he walked out with a logbook in his hand.

He sat on the sofa, put on reading glasses, and turned page by page.

"In the past few years, I have visited all the places - except for the site that was not found, I have been to other places related to the case. Anyway, I am still cooking now, so let's talk about work first..."

In recent years, Captain Garlic has frequently visited Kalayatur Village. Wen Mushan and Fei Tang set out from here and took ten temporary workers into the vast desert, and then went away forever.

Captain Garlic explained to us as he spoke.

"The word 'Kala' is very common in Xinjiang place names, including Karakoram Mountain, Karamay, and Karatag.

"I looked up the book and it said that the word 'Kala' means black, and 'Yatur' means beacon tower, so the place name Kalayatu is probably named after an ancient black beacon tower."

"Beacon Tower is fun and fun. Is it a beacon tower used by the beacon tower for the princes?" Hua Yan's eyes lit up, "Is this thing still there now?"

"I can't find it anymore, it disappeared. I asked the old man in the village, but they couldn't remember where the black beacon towers were - the soil in the local area was obviously white."

I couldn't help but explain: "Uncle Garlic, the word 'Kala' actually means not just black."

"Oh? I hope to hear it carefully."

"This word has actually existed since ancient times and is more common among the nomadic peoples in the north. The Turks were called 'Kara' and the Mongols were called 'Hara'. Maybe it originally meant black, but later it was extended to multiple meanings. For example, there was a Kara Khanate in Xinjiang history. Historians used to translate it as 'Black Khanate', and now it has been changed to transliteration.

"Why? Because they realized that it is wrong to translate the meaning of light as 'black sweat', because Kara has many meanings.

"Look at the 'Hara' in Mongolian language. The original capital of the Mongolian Khanate was called 'Harahelin', which was built by Ogedei. It is located at the bottom of Mount Hangai. The water and grass are lush and green, and it has nothing to do with black. In terms of place names, Karamay refers to oil, which is related to black, but the Karakoram mountain is a mountain range that is covered with snow all year round."

"That's great." Hua Yan started to hold her cheeks again and act like a slut, which made me feel cramped.

"Continue talking." Captain Garlic also listened carefully, "It's really interesting."

"So, some people think that 'Kara' is actually the praise of 'big, high, holy'..."

Captain Garlic's eyes lit up: "Can Kalayatur refer to the tall beacon tower? If you say that, there is a lonely earth mountain not far from the village. This hill is one hundred meters high and is incompatible with the surrounding terrain - is this the beacon tower?"

"If it is a beacon tower, then does it have anything to do with the ancient Xiye Kingdom?" I also fell into deep thought.

We were discussing the origin of the name of Kalayatuer Village, and the doorbell suddenly rang.

Captain Garlic slapped his thigh: "My grandson is here!"

He ran to the door happily, opened the door, and saw a young Uyghur couple walking in. The woman had a very beautiful facial features and looked a little similar to Guli Nazha.

"Dada." They called Captain Garlic.

"There are guests at home, so I happened to have lunch together." Captain Garlic said happily, "Where is my baby grandson?"

"Qiondada!" A lively voice came outside the door.

A curly-haired boy of eight or nine years old rushed into the door. When he saw Hua Yan and I sitting on the sofa, he was stunned and stunned.

I was also stunned because this child was no one else, but the child who was climbing a vineyard and picking vine flowers when I was landing in the backyard of the community!

It’s really a coincidence that I thought it would be no big deal to be witnessed by a child and we fell from the sky, but who knew that this child was Captain Garlic’s grandson!

So, the child looked at us a few times, and when he saw me staring at him, he suddenly started crying with a wow sound.

"Apa! It's them!"

The entire Shamushak family was stunned, and Captain Garlic was even more surprised.
Chapter completed!