Wen Han stood in front of Fu Ming, his chest heaving violently.
Just now, she saw Fu Ming touch the gun on the back with her own eyes, and she rushed up when her mind was blank. She didn't even have time to hold a chair, so she could only do this.
Then what to do... She didn't think about it at all.
Fu Ming narrowed his eyes, looked at Wen Han dangerously, and stood up suddenly, Wen Han was so frightened that he took two steps back. Cheng Muyun twisted his arm and pressed him to the floor with a thud.
In the candlelight, he saw the gun behind Fu Ming's waist, pulled it out without saying a word, and threw it out.
With a thud, the gun hit the wall.
"Killing me is useless. You should know that even if I die here, someone will continue to stare at the four of you until the inner ghost is found." He leaned over and whispered in Fu Ming's ear.
Fu Ming wanted to struggle, but couldn't move at all: "I know, you have already arranged everything."
"Keep silent if you know." There was no warmth in his voice.
"I didn't expect that the first thing you did when you came back ten years later was to put me in your hunting range," Fu Ming pressed his face against the cold ground, "Cheng Muyun, how many times have I and you been born and die! Chen Yuan willingly How many years have I protected you! Xiaozhuang is only nineteen years old!" He said and turned his head, "I don't know who that Zhou Zhou is from you, but Zhou Ke, who died in Nepal, was only twenty-two years old! Do you doubt us? You How many of us do you suspect?!"
Fu Ming's voice was hoarse.
"Yes, I doubt you guys." He replied succinctly.
Yes, everyone trusted him unconditionally, Cheng Muyun, but he personally found four suspects from these brothers who completely trusted him.
Is this another betrayal? he does not know.
He is not a saint.
He only knows that a small number of people must be sacrificed to protect the majority of people. Even this small group of people are his core and closest brothers.
Downstairs, there was a flash of fire.
The ascetic monks, not knowing what they were doing, raised the fire and began to chant.
The sudden bonfire in the middle of the night, as well as those foreign scriptures that are incomprehensible, make the atmosphere here even more eerie.
Wen Han desperately digested what they said.
Every sentence is important information.
Here, four people appear. Zhou Zhou, who has followed Cheng Muyun's footsteps since Kathmandu, made her mind, Xiao Zhuang and Fu Ming who helped her on the train, and Chen Yuan who teased each other with Zhou Ke in the middle of the night in the valley...
She thought the four of them were Cheng Muyun's best friends.
But now, the conversation between Fu Ming and Cheng Muyun told her that one of the four of them was a traitor, the one who betrayed Cheng Muyun.
The purpose of Cheng Muyun's trip was to find this person
Cheng Muyun raised his eyes and looked at Wen Han, all kinds of chaos in Wen Han's eyes fell into his eyes.
Maybe the girl in front of her is suddenly enlightened that she finally knows something, but she doesn't know it, and the layer of fog that protects her has also dissipated.
Fu Ming did it on purpose, deliberately letting Wen Han hear this.
This is a kind of revenge, and Fu Ming's revenge has always been very heavy.
There were many things that he didn't need to say after Wen Han went upstairs. So when he said every sentence, Cheng Muyun tried to be as short and direct as possible.
But the core information still let her hear.
Cheng Muyun was thinking about a possibility, could he send her away now, after all she knew this, it would be too difficult for her to continue acting with these four people like a blank sheet of paper.
But obviously, this possibility is zero.
Without saying a word, he let go of Fu Ming, and kicked him by the way: "If you get the answer you want, just go back to acting and prove to me that you are not the one who betrayed everyone." Although his tone was relaxed, His eyes were cold.
Fu Ming's anger just now was not fake.
But Cheng Muyun's attitude also showed that he didn't trust anyone until now.
Fu Ming got up and moved his arms, completely ignoring the steps Cheng Muyun gave him face to face: "I'm here to persuade you to think about it, Zhou Ke's death is a warning from God. You are so stubborn, in the end All four of us may die here, and it will help you." Fu Mingshen glanced at Cheng Muyun, said nothing more, and walked towards the stairs.
After a moment by Wen Han's side, Wen Han was overwhelmed by his hostility and took half a step back.
She has a lot of questions to ask, but she doesn't know how to speak or where to start.
When only she and Cheng Muyun were left here, Wen Han finally calmed down and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?" Cheng Muyun got up, picked up his shirt, and fastened his buttons one by one: "What did you understand just now?"
understand what
Wen Han's heart beat a little faster, and he said softly, "You two have been separated for ten years. This time, you came back and asked the four of them to come here to... catch the inner ghost. One of the four of them is a traitor."
"Any more?"
"Fu Ming and you have known each other since childhood and have a very good relationship. His sister was sentenced to death because of your prosecution. That Chen Yuan is the one who has always protected you. Also," she said softly, while piecing together Fu Ming in her mind All said in the coffee plantation and in this room, "He's pissed off because you suspect the four of them, so he's coming to you tonight to reason."
She used the word "theory" as much as possible, and hastily brought the conflict between the two people just now.
"Any more?"
and also? There seems to be no more useful information: "What big mistakes did you... make as a child, went to prison, should be between 14 and 16 years old?"
She remembered that Moscow will not pursue criminal responsibility under the age of 14, and begins to assume criminal responsibility at the age of 16. The intervening two years are a grey area, where very serious crimes are prosecuted, but sentencing is discretionary.
Thanks to the troubled teenagers next door for letting her know about this.
Cheng Muyun's past slowly became clear in front of her through this fake lama named Fu Ming. I made mistakes as a child, went to jail, and later kept the precepts to atone for my sins... I went to college, I don't know if I have finished it. If I saved the eldest son of this manor, I should have started to live this kind of precarious life when I was in college. .
I became a monk ten years ago and came back ten years later... Looking for a traitor.
Just before going upstairs, he was still telling her about the rat temple in India.
When passing the corridor on the first floor, she was still teasing her with an ascetic.
But now, this man has suddenly become real and three-dimensional, where did he come from, what has he experienced, and what is he going to do now.
She knew it all.
But Wen Han felt that Cheng Muyun would not be so indifferent. Fu Ming was right, only one of the four was a traitor, and the other three were innocent. If it was a brother who was born and died, it would definitely be chilling to be so suspected. She could even understand Fu Ming's anger just now.
Cheng Muyun came over.
The candlelight inside the house and the bonfire outside the house are intertwined in this space.
"Look at my eyes," he held her right hand, lowered his head, and kissed her palm lightly, "like looking at a wounded wild cat."
She curled her fingers: "Do you... need me to do anything?"
"Protect yourself like you don't know anything, just like you fooling around with me in Kathmandu. I know you're the best at that," he said softly, "I said I couldn't stand you at all. His body became cold, stiff and lifeless."
The last time he said this, he persuaded her to escape from the small residence alone and run for her life alone.
Now…
Wen Han was instinctively uneasy when he heard these words.
But as Cheng Muyun said, what he is best at is pretending to be calm. She thought that the best way to comfort him and support him is to play the role of a blank sheet of paper as he said. Wen Han let out a long breath and patted his chest: "I beat him just now and scared myself to death."
Cheng Muyun was noncommittal, she was so afraid of mice.
She looked at the light outside the window again: "I haven't dealt with ascetic monks yet. When I came to India last month, they were very afraid of ascetic monks. Can you take me downstairs to have a look?"
Cheng Muyun shrugged: "No problem, I know them very well."
The two went downstairs side by side, Wen Han thought about all kinds of questions and asked him, such as why there are ascetic monks here, another example, why Cheng Muyun is very familiar with them, and another example... Cheng Muyun thought she was cute for the first time, especially this kind of deliberate The decoration is peaceful.
He told Wen Han: The owner of this manor wanted to become a monk a few years ago, but he was always blocked by his family. This year, he finally persuaded all his family members to start preparing for the ceremony.
This will be an unprecedented event.
There will be hundreds of thousands of people present, and 20,000 to 30,000 staff will be employed.
And the ascetic who live here are gathered here for the ceremony of this month. After all, in India, ascetic monks are regarded as messengers of the gods, saints and highly respected.
When they went downstairs, Cheng Muyun sat cross-legged.
Wen Han was next to him, and as soon as he sat down, a monk got up and walked over, kindly put a little auspicious mole on his forehead for Wen Han. Wen Han clasped his palms together in fear and thanked him, then shrank his neck, smiled at Cheng Muyun, and asked quietly, "Great monk, does it look good?"
Cheng Muyun also smiled, put his hands together, and nodded slightly to her: "It can turn all living beings upside down."
At this time, his eyes were hotter than fire.