Jie Yuchen poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said: "This force is more complex and mysterious than we imagined. Their thoughts are not at the same level that we can understand."
"In their cognition and rules, once caught, it is equivalent to death. The best way is to self-destruct at the moment of exposure, just like Chen Yaxiang, ignoring it, life and death are just a matter of seconds."
"Even if they escape in the end, they will not be accepted by that force, and they will be hunted down to ensure the secret."
"They have never received the order to wait for rescue in their consciousness, and they do not need similar people to save them. They want to die all the time."
Jie Yuchen went through all the weapons of those people and didn't ask anything. He just ruled out the spies planted by other dealers. After all, the difference between the brain circuits of normal people and those people is too obvious.
This kind of brainwashing method can be said to be very cruel. In their childhood, when their thoughts have not yet formed a sound system, their consciousness is constantly destroyed and recast, and they are forced to separate their consciousness from the human level until they create upper-level thoughts.
Yes, a living puppet whose mind is controlled.
They always feel that their consciousness is above the ordinary, and they pursue one goal - the ultimate - indifferently and fanatically.
This training method is cruel and effective. When the minds of all members are controlled and fused, the formed team will be very large, difficult to deal with, and almost indestructible.
The same was true for the Zhang family in the past, but under the erosion of the long history, the new era collided with the old ideas, and under the guidance of thoughtful people, the organization began to split, until the outer shell collapsed, and the mysterious and huge Zhang family was completely destroyed.
Wu Xie is also deeply aware of what kind of thorny and terrifying existence they have to deal with since his grandfather's generation. This is a treacherous chess game that runs through the fate of three generations.
Nowadays, the previous generation of chess players has put unpredictable chess pieces into his hands. Every move that follows is crucial. If you make one wrong move, the whole game will be lost.
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One day after the beginning of autumn in mid-August, it is the last day of autumn, and there are only five days until the Hungry Ghost Festival.
The weather is still hot, but there was a heavy rain last night, and the air in the early morning is particularly refreshing.
After Wu Xie washed up, he held a piece of chocolate in his mouth, pushed out his bicycle and rode out from the door of Wu Shanju, and rode a circle around the West Lake to exercise.
After returning from western Sichuan, the high-calorie and high-intensity exercise phase that Heixiazi had arranged had officially ended yesterday. He took off his shoes and weighed himself. Not only did he not gain weight, but he lost five kilograms compared to before. This made Wu Xie
I feel quite accomplished.
When the blind man left, his face was full of joy, but he didn't say what the next stage of training would be.
With a rare free day, Wu Xie was thinking about what he should do to cultivate his morale after today's exercise while riding his bike.
After riding back to Wu Shanju, Wu Xie felt very conscientious and felt that he should treat Wang Mengmeng to a meal and reward him.
After all, he was busy with training tasks during this period, and he compiled most of the accounts compiled and showed them to himself.
After parking his bicycle, Wu Xie walked into the shop and saw Wang Mengmeng coming up to him with a strange expression.
After this period of training, Wang Mengmeng has become a particularly calm child. This expression now means that he encountered something that he cannot solve today.
Wu Xie asked him, "What's wrong?"
Wang Mengmeng said nothing and pointed to the corner of the shop.
Wu Xie looked over and saw a man standing with his back to him in the corner where the light from the window came in. The man was looking through some unsalable rubbings on the bookshelf.
Looking carefully, he found that the figure of the man was quite familiar to him, but at that moment his brain seemed to freeze and he did not recognize it.
Wu Xie was stunned there for a long time before he came back to his senses. He ran in almost urgently in two or three steps and stood behind him. He wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton.
The man turned his head and looked at him indifferently, his eyes as calm as ever. There was no change when they parted outside the ancient building of the Zhang family the same year ago.
Wu Xie looked away in embarrassment and stared at the backpack he put aside for a few seconds. After taking a deep breath, he found his voice and looked up at him again, "Brother...you...what are you doing?"
came back?"
As soon as the voice came out, he couldn't hold back his emotions and his eyes were a little sore.
The warm scenes of the four of them getting along together in the past appeared in his mind frame by frame like a movie. The past was so fleeting that it was hard to look back on it many years ago.
We hadn't seen each other for a long time, but suddenly we met, and we all suspected it was a dream.
The younger brother looked at him quietly for a long time before he said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you. My time is up."
He has completed everything he wanted to do, and now there is one last thing left. It was unnecessary originally, but he remembered the agreement he made with Zhang Zhuxun.
So he came to say goodbye, which was both the end and the beginning of this long journey.
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It's late winter, Motuo, southern Tibet.
Wu Xie and his group walked along the mountain road from a distance under the dusk glow.
Don't get me wrong, this was not a romantic encounter with the beautiful sunset over the snow-capped mountains. The car actually broke down halfway and they had to get down and walk for five hours. They arrived at the county town near evening, and they were all very tired.
Before coming here, Wu Xie specially selected a Tibetan-speaking guy named Langka to act as a translator. After all, Tibetan language cannot be mastered in a short time.
This time he came to Medog with a total of two assistants, and the other one was Jin He, who had a calmer personality. He was always taken by Pan Zi and was regarded as his half apprentice.
Langka quickly found out where he could stay, and took Wu Xie and the two of them to the Tibetan home and arranged for a temporary stay.
The owner of this family is an elderly Tibetan grandmother. When she saw the three young people coming to stay for the night, she enthusiastically cleaned the house and boiled water for cooking.
Naturally, Wu Xie and the others couldn't stand to watch, so they helped out and cooked a meal happily.
While eating and chatting, I learned that the old lady has two sons and a daughter. The younger son is serving as a soldier in the border area. The daughter has been working as a primary school teacher in a big city after graduating two years ago. She only comes back to visit during the holidays.
The eldest son and daughter-in-law are both Tibetans and live across the street from here. They are very filial and come to the old man's house every morning to help chop wood and fetch water.
The old lady couldn't speak Chinese, so Wu Xie wanted to find out more about Medog, while Langka worked conscientiously as a translator.
However, the old granny basically stayed at home, so after some exchanges, she did not gain much.
After a dreamless night, Wu Xie got up early the next morning as usual and went out for a walk to exercise.
After walking around for a while, when he returned to the yard, he saw a Tibetan couple in the house. They got along very well with the old lady. Wu Xie guessed that this must be the eldest son Basang and her old lady.
daughter-in-law.
Wu Xie originally planned to say hello and go back to the house to take a nap, but when he walked into the house, he saw the Tibetan couple looking at him with very surprised eyes.
The two of them were muttering something, asking each other to confirm, and then enthusiastically stepped forward to greet Wu Xie like an old friend.
Wu Xie paused, a little puzzled that he couldn't understand Tibetan, so he had to ask Langka to get up and help, "Quickly translate what they are saying."
Langka had an exchange with the two people, and looked a little surprised. He asked Wu Xie, "Xiao Sanye, have you been to Medog before? Basang said that they had met you a year ago, and you were still at their home.
Stayed over."
Upon hearing this, Wu Xie immediately understood that the "Wu Xie" who had impersonated him in front of Jin Wantang had also come to Medog.
The Basang couple did not realize that the Wu Xie in front of them was not the "Wu Xie" at that time, but they still talked to him very familiarly and invited him to visit their home later.
Wu Xie told Langka, "Tell them that I am a brother of that person's family. I came to Medog this time to find someone. That person has lost contact with his family since he came to Medog for tourism."
Langka repeated what he said in Tibetan.
Basang was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He couldn't believe it at first, but after looking carefully, he did find that there was a difference in the expressions of the two.
He was deeply impressed by the handsome and generous Han young man, "That guest only stayed at my house for one night and left in a hurry the next day. I don't know where he went or whether he left Medog later.
, but I can help you find out."
Langka dutifully translated his words to Wu Xie, and then expressed his gratitude, "Thank you."
That afternoon, Basang found out the whereabouts of the young man.
Foreigners who come to Medog have to go to the post office if they want to deliver letters or packages. Due to its remote location, Medog doesn’t see many people coming and going during the year. Most of them are familiar faces, so it’s not easy to find out about such a person.
People who are not low-key actually don't bother.
Wu Xie intuitively felt that the so-called post office that Basang mentioned must have clues left by "Wu Xie" for him, and then he and Langka found the location of the post office under Basang's guidance.
"This is it." Basang pointed to the sign at the door.
When the heavy felt door curtain was opened, the hot air inside rushed out and hit their faces with a stuffy breath.
The noisy sounds blocked by the curtains also reached Wu Xie's ears. When they looked inside, they saw that the area around the stove was full of people.
The smell of felt that had been smoked by hot air was not pleasant. It was like the smell that rises when hot water is poured on a chicken when you pluck out its feathers. Wu Xie frowned and walked in. Langka
The two of them quickly followed.
The light bulbs in the room were dim, the light was very dim, and there were crowds of people. It took Basang a lot of effort to find the post office owner who was drinking and bragging among the crowd, "Hey, old Batu, someone is looking for you."
Old Batu is not actually old, but his beard has grown longer, making him look even older than Basang.
When he heard this, he turned around, squinted his eyes, and glanced sideways at Wu Xie and the others standing at the door with his face flushed with alcohol. Because he had no light behind him, he couldn't see clearly who those people were or what they looked like.
Old Batu staggered up and walked towards the door, muttering: "Who is looking for me?"
When they got closer, Langka stepped forward and was about to explain his purpose. Old Batu suddenly tilted his head and looked at Wu Xie to the side, his eyes seeming to be recalling something, "This... why do I remember where I saw you before...
...Ah, I remember, you came to my place a year ago."
"Haha." Basang hurriedly explained with a smile, "No wonder you feel familiar. After all, foreigners who look so distinctive and fair rarely come to us, but this is not the person who came to the post office a year ago.
, this is his twin brother, he came here just to find the Han man."
Old Batu looked at Wu Xie's unfamiliar eyes, suddenly realized, and laughed and said: "Then you have found the wrong person. I only know that the Han man once followed Chen Xuehan to Jila Temple. I don't know where he went afterwards.
Well, if you want to know more specific circumstances, you have to ask Chen Xuehan."
"Hey!" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the boiler room opposite, "It's right across the way. You go look for it, I won't go there."
"Thank you." Wu Xie nodded slightly, and Langka walked in front and opened the door curtain.
Just as Wu Xie was about to turn around, he suddenly caught sight of something from the corner of his eye and was startled.
He had some doubts that his eyesight was wrong, so he immediately looked up and saw that the figure who had parted with him in the snow-capped mountains a few months ago suddenly appeared on a painting.
He couldn't believe his eyes, that was the little brother, that was really the little brother!
But my little brother is far away in the depths of Changbai Snow Mountain. Why is there trace of him here again?
Wu Xie instantly realized that this was the message the man left for him - an oil painting by Zhang Qiling.
He immediately pointed to the painting and asked, "Mr. Batu, who left this painting here?"
Old Batu laughed immediately, "Your brother once asked me this question, but the owner of this painting is not me, but Chen Xuehan."
During the conversation, I suddenly heard several clear barkings, and the sounds were coming quickly towards the post office.
Wu Xie subconsciously turned his head and saw a middle-aged Tibetan man, holding a very strong and agile wolf green dog in his hand, striding towards this direction.
The man's goal was very clear and he was coming towards him, Wu Xie could feel it.
But two meters away, Wolf Green Dog suddenly stopped, tilted his head and stared at Wu Xie in confusion, then turned his head and whined twice at Chen Xuehan.
Chen Xuehan was originally very excited when he saw this familiar face that penetrated his thoughts in a daze, but when he saw Yue Ya's performance, he also stopped in his tracks. His deep eyes glanced around Wu Xie, and then he looked away, but his expression
Can't hide my disappointment.
As if the long-awaited surprise had failed, his eyes returned to numb calmness.
Then he led Yue Ya to Wu Xie and said calmly, "You are finally here."
Wu Xie raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Do you recognize me?"
"I don't recognize you." Chen Xuehan shook his head, "That painting recognizes you."
Then he changed the topic and asked: "Are you also here to see the person in this painting?"
Wu Xie looked at the oil painting and remained silent.
"It doesn't look like that." Chen Xuehan smiled, turned and walked towards the boiler room, "Follow me, he has something left for you."
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