"Do you know what 'Fate' is?" the person beside him muttered to himself, sitting on the stone steps in the dilapidated small temple, "It's just "people knocking", when you finally realize that you can't fight it. When the time comes, you will naturally...will be willing to bow your head and be convinced."
"Oh? Is that so." Cheng Muyun's eyes were filled with his unique smile, and he dismissed it. It's not quite accurate to say that, he should always be watching you from the sidelines.
Meng Liangchuan raised his eyebrows and sighed: "I'm sighing for the Prime Minister of our country."
The king dismissed the cabinet without authorization.
The habit of the past few years, no, it's here again.
Phone and internet communications are all cut off in Kathmandu, let alone small places. The United Nations, India, the United Kingdom, and the United States have begun to criticize His Majesty the King of Nepal again.
"Anyway, our king doesn't think there will be real pressure from foreign governments."
"What a willful person." Cheng Muyun didn't have much interest in Nepali politics.
"It's even harder for you to leave Nepal now," Meng Liangchuan sighed and threw the anti-inflammatory medicine in a small plastic bag on his body to him, "According to the original plan a week ago, you should have arrived in India, and now, do you want to Okay, how's it going? Especially with a tow bottle?"
When Meng Liangchuan thought that he had given up the opportunity to return to the police force and became an undercover agent again, he was instructed to give him such ordinary things as anti-inflammatory drugs. Quick tongue.
He whispered, "You shouldn't worry about that."
Meng Liangchuan obviously knew that Cheng Muyun was thinking about what he wouldn't tell him, and he didn't think he could ask it, so he asked a question he had always been curious about: "The other day I said I tied Wang Wenhao, what are you doing to make Zhou Ke? Go to the embassy again and kidnap the little girl?"
"No one knew she was with me outside the cottage that night, so I took her to the embassy. But you arranged for someone to go to the embassy to question her, and she was already exposed. Wang Wenhao is not so stupid. He will definitely hand her over. In the face of life, I don't quite trust that man to still have a fanatical love," he explained the matter calmly, "although she doesn't know any useful information."
In addition to knowing that his name is Cheng Muyun, there is a young man named Zhou Ke beside him.
He frowned. Those people were so relaxed that night that they called out Zhou Ke's name.
Meng Liangchuan suddenly said: "If I were you, I would rather give her to a brother for protection, house arrest, or whatever method, it would save time and effort than taking her with me."
He didn't answer.
In this group of people, except for a man named Cheng Muyun who would be 100% trusted, the rest were suspicious of each other and watched each other. Including Cheng Muyun himself, he also wondered if his friend died in the smuggling base in Nepal because of the mission. Is it really just an accident
Suddenly, a golden light flashed across his eyes.
He and Meng Liangchuan stopped talking. They were sitting in the safest corner of the temple.
The light came from a few Western tourists, who were talking eagerly, stroking the prayer wheel, seeming to be absorbed in the scent of this dilapidated temple, completely oblivious to the two men staring at them in the corner.
Cheng Muyun looked at them and suddenly felt that this moment seemed familiar.
Soon he found the source of his memory, Wen Han.
Just like why did Buddha attain enlightenment under the Bodhi tree and not under any other tree? It can only be described by fate.
So when Wen Han met him, he could only explain it like this.
He wouldn't have recognized her in Nepal if it hadn't been for a short salutation on the snowy plateau.
Doubt her, test her, contact her, and even take her away in the end.
"Things have crossed the border. In ten days, I hope you and your little woman can also arrive~"
Meng Liangchuan smiled and dropped the last sentence.
Cheng Muyun put the bag of medicines in his trousers pocket, put on the hat of the mountaineering suit, as if to protect the sun, and left there, and there was no one behind him.
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Sunlight shone through the dust floating in the air and shone on the profile of her face.
Her face was soaked with tears all night, and it hurt a little. She woke up, moved her fingers, and saw that the cold breakfast was placed on the floor by the door, just like the past six days.
How long are you going to stay here
There was only this question left in her mind.
He only gave her simple underwear to wear, and he brought three meals a day himself, or the hostess of the house delivered them to the door when he left. She even felt that she was one of his bans, and she could only wait for him to slowly get rid of it and return to her own freedom.
"Shit!"
A curse came from outside the door.
Wen Han's shoulders shook, he forced himself to wake up in disbelief, and continued to listen with his ears pricked up.
is English.
She got off the bed, still having a dull pain in her chest, walked to the door, put her ear to the door and listened carefully, it was in English. The conversation between a few men and women is very fast, she can't understand all of them, but it's really the language she can communicate!
In an instant, countless thoughts passed through her mind.
The sudden opportunity made her tremble with excitement.
If you ask these tourists for help and escape from here for a few hours every day when he leaves the room, as long as she returns to Kathmandu and finds the Russian embassy, she will be saved.
She thought so, closing her eyes, trying to give herself some courage to escape.
Wearing the only underwear she had, she moved to the window and pushed it with her hand, but there was no lock.
As the wooden window was pushed open, the morning breeze came in.
She narrowed her eyes, unable to bear the sudden light. After a while, she leaned out with her arms folded, facing the window of the next room in English, and called Help.
No response.
She was terrified, afraid that Cheng Muyun would suddenly return.
Can only bite the bullet and shout with all his strength: "Help! Anybody here?! Help!"
Fortunately, the people next door quickly heard her cry. A brown-haired woman opened the window and looked around. When she saw Wen Han, she was slightly startled.
After all, the appearance of her only wearing underwear is too bold in this country with religious beliefs.
Wen Han suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and told the woman in less fluent English that he was locked in the room and his companion was not there. He hoped that she could help him find the boss to explain the situation and ask for the key.
She didn't know if there was anyone with that man nearby, so she didn't dare to speak out about her plight, and could only find a lame excuse to try to get help.
The brown-haired woman had no doubts at all, and after letting her wait, she closed the window next door.
Soon, he heard footsteps outside the door, Wen Han quickly closed the window, tore the sheets from the bed in a panic, and wrapped himself hastily. My heart was pounding, as if it was about to burst out of my chest.
Could the mistress also be his accomplice
Otherwise, how could he let him treat himself like this
She was afraid, but still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that everyone had nothing to do with that man, and that the Buddha would bless her and lend her a piece of clothing to let her leave this ghost place. As long as she finds the phone and contacts her family, she can hide in a safe place and wait for the consulate staff to rescue her...
She tried her best to be optimistic and think in the best direction.
The waiting time seemed particularly long.
She stood in front of the locked wooden door, listening intently to every move outside, until she heard footsteps, and when more than one person's footsteps came up, her eyes finally lit up.
More than one person, must be the hostess.
Soon, there was the sound of a key being unlocked, and the door was opened.
"Sorry to bother you."
Wen Han almost jumped up from the door, trying to escape, but was grabbed by the speaker's wrist.
Cheng Muyun held a blue bag in the other hand, and was expressing his gratitude to the woman outside the door, and even told the other party with heartache that his "wife" was mentally ill because he was attacked by a wild animal a week ago, so he only She had to be locked in the house so as not to disturb the owner and temporary residents of the house.
"God, it's really dangerous here," the blonde woman lowered her voice and echoed, "I heard that every family here will be injured or even killed by beasts and crocodiles."
"Really? I thought we were just a special case." Cheng Muyun raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Yeah, I think if your wife needs someone to persuade and accompany her, I can help." The woman continued to offer warm advice.
He was surprised, and even expressed surprise: "Maybe it's a good idea, wait for me to accompany her first and let her calm down."
Wait until the woman who talks too much leaves.
He finally walked slowly into the room, but the strength in his hand seemed to crush her bones.
"You think it's safe to escape here?" The door was locked from the inside, "Is it too naive?"
She could feel the pulse on his wrist, and could even smell the strong smell of incense in the temple on his body, and could feel his chilling anger.
The uneasy fear made her a little incoherent: "You let me go, I swear, I will never tell your whereabouts, and I will not tell them who is around you, I—"
"Shh, don't be afraid," he raised her wrist. "Let me guess, do you want to go to Kathmandu? Get help from the Russian consulate? Have them send you home? Keep you safe?"
She was asked.
All she could think of was what he had already expected.
The light in her eyes slowly dimmed, without any prayers, it just became more and more red.
Tears slowly blurred his vision.
There seemed to be nothing she could do except cry.
Cheng Muyun looked at her with a condescending attitude. The anger when he went upstairs was slowly drowned out by her tears. God knows how much he wanted to teach her a lesson when he heard the conversation between the woman and the hostess. There are many dangers here, and there are so many ghosts in one day, which means that they are about to be exposed, or they have already exposed their whereabouts.
And she even unknowingly asked an outsider for help.
Want to escape from yourself, to the Russian consulate
Does she want to run away from him? And he didn't even dare to trust any of his own people, including the core members who had followed him for many years. He was not afraid to take her with him and wanted to send her to the safest shelter in person.
Cheng Muyun looked at her.
Over the years, he had never faced such a troublesome and weak woman.
And unfortunately, this is his woman.
People who have experienced each other with their bodies without hindrance.
"Don't look at me like that," he said softly, and told her a cruel truth in Russian, "I can't tell you anything except going to India. Even if you know any superfluous little information, person's name, place name, Even the name of the food has the potential to implicate the person involved. In case you and I are caught, I can die without saying it, and you can't. So what are you asking other than knowing my name , will get no answer."
Every word he said slammed into her ears one by one.
"And you, because your suitors are also looking for you, can't go back. If you go back to Moscow, they won't consider whether you are innocent or forced, because you are related to me, you are what they use Come find my clues."
She struggled to digest these words, her chest heaving violently with the ups and downs of her emotions.
"Put your clothes on," Cheng Muyun threw the blue bag on the bed and tore off the sheets she used to wrap her body, Wen Han shuddered subconsciously, and heard him say in his ear, "Let's play a show play."