I stared at the blood-red morning glow in the distant sky and said, "It's too late!"
"It's just a step too late."
"Lin Kun, don't blame yourself too much. Speaking of which, I was also at fault for this matter. I already knocked that woman down..."
"Fat man, stop talking. The most important thing right now is to find the only clue left by Zhuge Longyun. His research on the British missionary should not be made public. If it is a secret research, then he will definitely obtain these results. It has been properly preserved.”
Dawn, after the blood, the light will come.
"What's next?"
"Let's check, does Zhuge Longyun have any relatives? If he really left any clues, he should have kept them through his close relatives."
"I checked and found that Zhuge Longyun's wife died of uterine cancer five years ago. He only has one daughter, who is currently studying in college in Shenyang." Cheng Yiyun said.
"Daughter, Shenyang." I nodded, "In this case, we must divide our forces and go all the way to Tibet with me, and all the way to Shenyang to find people."
"There are only three of us, how to divide them?" Fatty Guo asked confused.
"Let's see, Yiyun and I are in a group. Fatty, you go to Shenyang first. When you get there, I will ask Sister Qian to come and have a round with you!"
"Remember, if Zhuge Longyun's daughter really knows something, the British and even the people from the Ancient Tibetan Sect will definitely not let her go. Fatty, you must protect her this time without making any mistakes!"
"Don't worry!"
We spent the night in Beijing and left in a hurry the next day. Cheng Yiyun and I flew to Lhasa, passed by Yangpajing and Damxung areas by land, and then took a boat across Namtso Lake. After getting off the boat, we walked a hundred kilometers to get there. Mawanggou Mountain Area.
Through the clues of Ning Tutu and the assassination of Zhuge Longyun, I gradually sorted out some clues. The massacre of the village in Mawanggou was mostly done by the British, but Huo Xinlan and others concealed this from us. Ye Ping Zuiweng The intention is not to drink, this move is probably to use us as cannon fodder.
"Ye Heping and Huo Xinlan almost fooled us by singing together. Why did the British leave such obvious clues? It seems that they had a tacit understanding."
"Then when we come back this time, will Huo Xinlan take action?" Cheng Yiyun asked.
"That's for sure. After all, we are still partners now. There is an unbreakable alliance between Longgutang and Institute 735. Although they have secret intentions, their goals are the same." I smiled, "Ning Tushu said that we should fight against foreigners. You must make peace first, now I know what it means."
"Is it British?"
"Not only the British, but also the ancient Tibetan religion. This vast and ancient land here must and must only be in the hands of the people!"
"What does it mean?"
"No foreign invader or force that goes against the trend of history can rule this sacred land. Therefore, our respective interests are indeed insignificant compared to this!"
Our guess was indeed correct. Like a tail that couldn't be shaken off, Huo Xinlan quickly found us. She brought news that Lama Yanxun was not in the Holy King's Cave, but in a temple in Kangding. Abbot Ye Heping asked us to disguise ourselves as a convoy bringing goods to Tibet and secretly investigate the Lama.
So our plan to go to Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain had to be put on hold temporarily. We drove four trucks and traveled thousands of miles along the Sichuan-Tibet Road.
Arrive at Kangding, the capital of Ganzi Prefecture.
The color has darkened. The blue sky, white clouds, snow-capped mountains and grasslands are a breathtaking scenery, with bold and bold horses galloping, highland barley wine, and beauties dancing.
"Lin Kun, in addition to investigating the Yanxun Lama, we have another mission this time." Huo Xinlan said to me.
"Appreciate further details."
"Secret Visit to Kangding Mental Hospital".
"Mental hospital?" I asked in surprise, "Why do you want to go there? Are there any important clues there?"
"You are a smart man. Since you have found the clue about Zhuge Longyun, you must also know that the British have been involved in this matter. I did hide something about Mawanggou from you." Huo Xinlan was straightforward, a little bit
There is no evasion, "This mental hospital is located in the mountains 30 kilometers north of Kangding City. It is guarded by the army, heavily guarded, and kept secret from the outside world. The hospital only houses severe mental patients. In addition..."
"You mean the mental patients here are related to Mawanggou?"
"There is a patient here, codenamed '8624'. This person is from Jinhua, Zhejiang. He traveled to Tibet three years ago and disappeared in Qamdo. Later, he suddenly appeared in Lhasa, biting everyone he saw and was too strong to subdue him. The police arrived
Then he shot and subdued it."
The thick iron gate was more than ten feet high, and two heavily armed soldiers stood guard with guns drawn. "Stop!" the soldiers blocked the car with guns drawn.
Huo Xinlan showed her ID, and the soldier immediately saluted solemnly, pressed the button of the guard room's motor, "Boom -" The heavy rusty iron door scratched the ground with a dull sound, and the door slowly opened.
In the middle of the night, the mental hospital was in a dead state.
Entering from the iron gate, there is only a two-foot-wide dirt road that winds and stretches into the deep darkness ahead, surrounded by black forests and mountains. The dim car lights reflect the dense forest ahead into strange and twisted shapes.
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My voice was a little low: "Why is the hospital built in a place like this?"
"It is said that the mental patients here are dangerous people. It is located in an isolated place deep in the mountains to prevent patients from escaping." Huo Xinlan explained.
"This road is so deep that there is no bottom." Staring at the rear mirror, I saw wet mist gathering in the mountain forest, and dark ghosts under the moonlight.
In the courtyard, three four-story gray brick buildings stand in the shape of a "pin". There are lights on the top floor of the building in the middle, and the lights on the two buildings on the left and right are turned off.
The building is very old, made of bricks, with wooden doors and wooden windows. The plaster walls in the building are old and peeling, the concrete floor is bumpy, and the humidity is cold. I used a flashlight to find and press the switch, and the dim light bulb flashed a few times and then went out.
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There are more than ten rooms on the left and right corridors on the first floor. They seem to have been abandoned for a long time. Some of the doors are broken and the interior is in a mess.
There are many sharp scratch marks on the walls and wooden doors, which look like countless claw marks if you look closely. The peeling lime wall is riddled with holes, and occasionally there are a few reddish-brown fingerprints and palm prints. Come to the stairs at the end of the left corridor
When I opened my mouth, I suddenly found some intertwined and messy tooth marks on the armrest.
The stairs were made of wood and made a squeaking sound when I stepped on them. I was speechless and supported the wall to go upstairs.
Suddenly, Cheng Yiyun tugged on the corner of my clothes.
"What's wrong?"
"Look down..." Cheng Yiyun moved the flashlight down and illuminated the stairs at his feet.
"Hair?" I was surprised.
The stairs were covered with stray hairs.
Cheng Yiyun moved her flashlight around to look around and found many bullet holes in the walls and the ground.
Something must have happened here. I led Cheng Yiyun upstairs to the fourth floor. There were lights in several rooms in the right corridor.
I knocked on the door.
Inside the house, an old male voice responded: "You are here...come in."
I opened the door and saw a thin old man sitting leaning on the desk. His face was gray and haggard.
"Hello, dean." I extended my hand, but the dean did not stand up to shake my hand.
He struggled to hold himself up, coughed a few times, and said calmly: "Come with me."
The weather in the mountains and forests is changeable, and I don’t know when it started raining.
The silent mental hospital suddenly exploded, and the mentally ill people screamed in the dark: "Red, green, green!"
There was a sense of gloom and death from the ground floor to the top. The mental patient wards were separated by heavy iron doors, and the corridors and corridors were filled with the smell of gloom and fermenting medicine.
Crying, wailing, wild laughter, sinister laughter, and cries of injustice lingered in this closed building. There were countless claw marks and dried brown spots on the walls of the corridor, and a few sticky oil spots stained the hair.
Red lanterns were hung on the sides of each iron gate. Under the strange red light, the narrow, dark and damp corridors twisted and turned strange.
"Red and green..." The evil chants of the mentally ill invade the souls of strangers, causing cold sweat and depressing breathing.
Why are there red lanterns? My eyebrows are furrowed and beads of sweat condense on my forehead.
Arriving at the ward at the end of the corridor, the dean took out a bunch of keys and opened the three locks on the iron door one by one.
"Three locks on one door?" I asked puzzledly.
"Sigh... Six months ago, someone released these mentally ill people at night, and the hospital was littered with corpses overnight. The garrison had no time to react, and most of the casualties were casualties. Since then, all wards have been equipped with three locks...
"The dean said coldly, his whole body trembling.
No wonder there are bullet holes and traces of fighting everywhere. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead: "There is no electricity here? Why use a lantern?"
The dean slowly turned his head, with the dim red light of the lantern in his eyes, and said: "These mentally ill people are most afraid of red lanterns. If a lantern is placed in front of the ward door, they will not dare to come out."
Pushing the iron door open, the dim light of the lantern flooded into the ward, a blood-red mess.
There was no one in the ward. There was an iron bed, a few shackles, a few bloody palm prints on the peeling and gray wall soaked by moisture, and iron bars with thick wrists to seal the windows. The cold wind on a red rainy day blew in and stirred up white snow.
The sheets fluttered to the floor.
The smell of urine and sweat in the ward was pungent. Cheng Yiyun pinched her nose: "Is this 'No. 8624'? Where are the others?"
"died."
"died?"
"Alas... I can't explain it to you. Come with me..." The dean bent over and picked up the sheets and spread them on the hospital bed. He turned to face the window. There was a flash of pale lightning outside the window, followed by the muffled sound of thunder.
"The weather here is so weird. There are also thunderstorms in March." I was startled, and cold sweat burst out of the pores all over my body.
In the dark building, the dim red lanterns, the smell of formalin, and the smell of medicinal ferment could not conceal the stench of pus condensed in the moisture.
"Ah..." In several wards on the top floor, mental patients suddenly screamed heartbreakingly.
"Since this '8624' is dead, what is our purpose here?" I looked at Huo Xinlan doubtfully.
"Shhhhhhh!"
Suddenly, the dean's eyes widened and he hurriedly said to me in a hoarse, low voice, "Shh! Shh! Shh!"
He shushed me three times, as if I said something I shouldn't have said!
I took two breaths of cold air, "What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!