Gu Yunche didn't know that Luo Qianqian came to Bangalore, let alone everything that happened here.
It was not until the rain stopped at 5 o'clock in the afternoon that we came to the suburbs of Bangalore.
Saw the smashed car outside the Shiva temple, just glanced at it a little, and continued to the temple.
After entering the temple, I went directly to the temple dedicated to Shiva.
The Indian monk nodded slightly when he saw him.
"Mr. Gu, you are here."
"Is what I want ready?" Gu Yunche didn't say much nonsense, and directly asked himself that he cared.
The Indian monk got up, went to get a small box wrapped in cloth, and brought it over with both hands.
"Ready."
Gu Yunche took it, opened it, checked it, and said.
"Then, you and I don't owe each other."
He wrapped things up again and left the Shiva Temple with them, but when he went out, he accidentally stepped on a soft thing.
He looked down and felt that the shape was familiar, so he bent down and picked up the small cloth that was covered in muddy water.
Although it was covered with mud, he could see from the shape that it was exactly the same as the little rag doll he bought in Italy and sent to Luo Qianqian not long ago.
However, how could such a thing appear in a remote Shiva temple in India.
Moreover, this doll is not only an angel of fate, but it can be seen from the only piece of mud left, that even the color is exactly the same as the one he bought for Luo Qianqian.
The Indian monk saw him stop and thought he had something else to do.
"Mr. Gu, is there anything else?"
Gu Yunche held the thing in his hand, turned around and asked.
"Why is there such a thing here?"
The Indian monk suddenly remembered the afternoon and the Chinese girl who came here.
"By the way, Mr. Gu, a Chinese girl came here in the afternoon. She took your photo and asked if you were here. She should be looking for you."
He didn't ask, he almost forgot about it.
"Huaguo girl?" Gu Yunche was vaguely uneasy.
Recently, he knew that she came to Bangalore, and there was this doll. He couldn't think of a second one besides Luo Qianqian.
A few days ago, she asked him where he was going recently, and he told her truthfully that he was going to this Shiva temple.
"Yes, just over two hours ago, I was waiting for you here," said the Indian monk.
It's just that I've known him for a few years, and I know that he has always been a loner.
So if it wasn't for the girl holding his picture, he would have a hard time believing that someone would come here to look for him.
Gu Yunche's face sank as he asked.
"What about hers?"
The Indian monk sighed and said, "She came here with an Indian girl who escaped marriage. The girl's family and her fiancé came to her. She wanted to save people and was taken to the village in the south."
Gu Yunche heard it, put down the package he just picked up, and said with a solemn expression.
"I'll come and pick it up when I'm done."
After speaking, he hurried out of the Shiva Temple, got into the car he drove, and glanced at the smashed car.
It is not difficult to guess that this car was driven by her.
It's just that he didn't expect that people who haven't had much contact with him in the past two days would appear here.
The car was smashed like that, and she could almost imagine how terrified she was when faced with such a scene alone.
He didn't dare to delay any longer, he got in the car and went straight to the village in the south, where he really saw that someone had just held a wedding there.