Daomu Biji

The second uncle left after five days. I do n’t know if they found anything there. In short, he did n’t tell me anything but agreed with me to have a good chat after returning to Hangzhou.

The fat man and the oil bottle were not seriously injured. After being treated, they were discharged within two weeks. We did not return to Hangzhou immediately, but went to Banai again. The fat man concluded that there was a connection between the dull oil bottle and it. He might live there long before getting more clues.

We went to the lake again four days later, worshipped the bones in the center of the lake, and set up a yellow hill.

Panma never appeared again, which made me feel guilty, but thinking of his crimes also felt like a fate. Take my professional salvage equipment and continue to carry out meticulous salvage, hoping to get more clues. More things were picked up one after another, but nothing particularly critical was found.

Next, we are ready to enter the ancient village, and carefully check the situation of the Zhangjialou. But at this juncture, all the oxygen cylinders are exhausted and must be replaced.

Also happened, when the last day of the dive was completed, when preparing to return to the shore, something went wrong by the lake.

We were still in the center of the lake at that time, the fat man greeted as soon as he floated up, wiped his face, and pointed to the shore. I looked towards the shore and found that not only the clouds but also a lot of people appeared, and they were actually setting up tents.

"Fuck! What's going on?" The fat man wondered, "Here it's a tourist attraction? Why are you here again?"

I took a few breaths and observed carefully. It was found that many of the people were villagers in Zhaizi. Yun was chatting with them, and some of them were very urbanized and did not know their origin. More people are coming down the path when we came, holding a lot of mules, all wrapped up.

I don't know any of these people. It is estimated that the second uncle is back.

Swimming back to the shore slowly, the more I think things are a little weird, because those people carry a lot of mules, a lot of things in big bags. Several large tents have been set up, and the rocky beach is busy. A few people just looked over with a little surprise. No one knew too much about these people who came out of the water in their pants.

We didn't know how to react at all. When we walked to the edge of Yun and Agui, I suddenly saw a man, the guy with a big mouth and five short statures, who met at Panma's house, was screaming at the villagers who were concubines. Then, a look of arrogance.

I have seen this kind of person a lot in the Tao, remembering what I heard at the time, he should have followed a Beijing boss to this time, then these people may have been brought by that Beijing boss. Did they also ask the story of Panma's father, and they are here to find something? There are too many people!

He saw us, and he was greeted when he met him. I was too lazy to think about it, I returned the salute, passed by him, went to the cloud, and asked what was going on?

She whispered that several villagers told her that there was a big boss who hired them to move things here, and the specific situation was not clear to those people.

This situation is awkward. I do n’t want things to develop this way, but the lake is public, and you ca n’t say that no one else is allowed to come. The target of this group of people is the kind of iron nugget. I don't know if they know the truth of the iron nugget, or whether it is just for salvation, and they cannot make a countermeasure.

They have a steady stream of people. Six or seven tents are set up. All of them are in a sigh of Beijing. It makes me feel that I have come to the Houhai Beach in a trance.

Sit down and watch them do things alertly while resting. This is actually quite depressing, like when you are playing on the court, and suddenly a bunch of people are playing, all of them are tall and the number of people is several times more than you. At this time, you can only take a good rest.

I scolded and carefully observed what they had shipped to see if I could find any clues. I don't see it, I sink straight when I look at my heart. In those big packages, there were several scubas, and many supplies looked like latent equipment.

"People come prepared." The fat man grunted. "They know there is something under the water."

I turned my head and said to the fat man: "Are there any old scoops in Beijing who have come here to buy goods? Do you know those people?"

The fat man said: "Because there are many brokers in Beijing, few people in Panjiayuan come to the ground personally. I don't think it's very likely. These people will not be mixed in four or nine cities. I think it may be someone we don't know . This year, there are new forces everywhere. "

"You have extensive contacts in Beijing, do you see, do you know one or two?" I asked again.

The fat man shook his head, "How come I don't think there is a hot face, you let me take a closer look, but these people's Beijing accent is a little weird. You wait, you fat man, I'll ask if I can ask who their boss is . "

The fat man walked towards the busy camp and greeted one of them in Beijing dialect, but the man ignored him. What is a fat man? Immediately followed, they went away.

I thought about what I could do, either go to their camp to see what is there, or simply go to their boss?

In the end, I did n’t do anything, because the pain after diving made me unable to stand up, and my eyes and ears were also very uncomfortable, especially the ears, itchy and sore, and the sound was very strange, it seems that such diving is very harmful to the body .

Was thinking about what to do, and suddenly the dull oil bottle behind me pinched my shoulder.

Pinched just right, I shrunk my neck comfortably, and said that this guy had a conscience and found that he would massage me, but he listened to him softly, "Look."

I turned my attention back to the camp to see if there were any strange things there, but found another group of people in the forest on the other side, and one person was taken off the mule. The five short statures quickly greeted the past.

Looked closely, and found that the man seemed to be a bit older. After walking down, he stumbled, unable to straighten his waist. There were several entourages around him, and he approached us back and forth.

Stand up and think about it, but the oil bottle is holding me. I turned my head and found that he was short behind me, staring at the person who came, and said to me, "Don't let them see me."

"What's going on?" One in my heart stood upright and blocked the stuffy oil bottle, watching them get closer and closer. The big man supported by him is a tall but extremely thin old man, who can be seen to be very burly when he was young. Because I was surrounded by several people, I couldn't see his face clearly. I just felt that this person was very old and had no strength to walk at all.

There are people on the side, there are men and women, more mixed, the five short stature seems to be introducing all the way. Several people talked and walked, but did not walk in front of us and turned into a tent.

When they walked into the tent, the oil bottle was loose and the hand holding my shoulder was released. I was squeezed by him, and I rubbed it a few times and asked him, "Why? Do you know this person?"

He nodded, his face twitching: "Jude Kao."

"Judeka?" I was taken aback, "This old man is Judeka?" Then he almost jumped up. I rely on! These people are also the team of Aning Company. The old man turned himself out.

I don't know how to react for a while. Judeco had an established image in my heart, both definite and uncertain. It was a missionary with a face like Sven Hedin, but a bit like Marco. Polo the big liar. In childhood, the story my grandfather told me, Judeco was the worst villain. I once imagined him as a monster with a big wolf face. I really didn't expect that he would describe an old man with a dry man.

This kind of prediction makes me feel very strange and very unreal. Grandpa's story is equivalent to a fairy tale book when I was a kid. Now, the characters of the fairy tale book suddenly come out of Grandpa's notebook.

What is he doing here? Seeing this situation knows what is happening under the lake. After Snake Marsh, he did not give up tracking like us, but also came here?

However, our investigation direction is completely casual, and they do not have the same foundation as us, how can they come together? Do they keep following?

Think about it and feel different, if it is tracking, they can not make a more thorough preparation than us. We couldn't think of the need for diving equipment here, but they brought it. They must know more, at least earlier. I was a little excited and a little scared. This old man appears here in person, certainly not trivial. His age is not suitable for long-distance raids, this time it appears, it must be desperate.

What's the following?

Turned to think about it, the situation is now in trouble, and our relationship with them is too complicated. My grandfather and Judeco are world feuds. Although I do n’t have any thoughts of revenge now, this relationship makes it impossible for me to have any favors with them. The grievances between the third uncle and Judeco are more and more chaotic.

Even if there is no hostility between our two parties, there is a very strong competitive relationship. When the enemy is strong and the weak is weak, we have to think about how to deal with the relationship.

One step is a step.

I pressed down the heartbeat of the burr, and remembered one more thing. Isn't the dull oil bottle amnesia? How did you know Judeco? And what did he hide?

Turned his head, and I asked him. He still looked at the direction of the tent and replied: "I saw him once when I was in the hospital."

"Hospital? Is it Beijing or Golmud?" We were picked up from Chaidamu by the people of Jude Kao, but I don't remember meeting him. He should have been hit harder than us.

"Beijing." He replied, "just last month."

That was when I was treating a disease in Beijing. by! Did Jude ever see a stuffy oil bottle? Why didn't the fat man tell me?

Think again, his mother's fat man must say that righteousness is absolutely righteous, but he must not take care of him. When I was in Hangzhou, let him look at the dull oil bottle, presumably to do half and half. Moreover, people like the oil bottle are very difficult to get along with anyone alone. Without me to be fart in it, the fat man's unfailing character must be squinting with him. When the dull oil bottle saw Judeco, he didn't know where to lie, so he didn't know.

Thinking of this, I want to scold people. The stuffy oil bottle is a big card in our hands. Why didn't we know that he had seen Judeco? That is to say, if Jude's test is tough, it is possible that the oil bottle can be taken away by him, then we are not lacking in hanging. Fat guys are so unattractive! The stuffy oil bottle is also true, saying nothing.

"Why is he looking for you?" I asked the oil bottle, "Why didn't you tell me? Boss."

He did not answer, flashed back behind me.

Looking back, Jude Kao was lifted out of the tent, looked around, put on a hat, and walked towards the tree shade on the side.

"What are you hiding?" I asked again, "What about being seen by him? Maybe he already knew you were here."

The oil bottle shook his head and said to me: "We can't let them take the lead, we must keep up with their time."

"What do you want?" I asked.

He pointed to the diving equipment piled on one side, "Let's grab scuba."