It rained heavily that night.
The downpour was heavier than any in Nepal.
Wen Han and Meng Liangchuan were trapped on the second floor of the small hotel because of the rain. The space on the second floor is very narrow, with only two small tables, which the shopkeeper forced out to make business.
"Did you know? Ever since I entered Nepal, until today, it's either cloudy or rainy in my memory. I feel like I've seen all the rain I've seen in my life." There are very few times, and most of the time it is invisible.
"Miss Wen Han, you came here by accident, just in time for the rainy season here." Meng Liangchuan rarely had decent meat in India and ordered a double serving.
Through the rain-covered glass on the second floor, Wen Han could see that there were no people in the street outside. She wiped her hair with the clean towel she bought and pulled out the amulet from her neck.
Meng Liangchuan's observation skills have always been amazing: "You haven't worn this thing in Nepal, have you?"
Wen Han lowered his head, held the amulet in his hand, and shook his head.
"Cheng Muyun gave it to you?" Meng Liangchuan noticed something and continued to ask. All Wen Han's luggage was left in Nepal, and he had nothing on his body. Suddenly, something like this appeared on his body. Ninety-nine percent of it came from that man.
Wen Han's heart skipped a beat and said in a low voice, "Yes, he gave it to me, but he didn't say anything." As she spoke, her voice started to become rough, why did she forget, there is this thing.
"Can you show me?"
Wen Han put it on the table and slowly pushed it over.
Meng Liangchuan picked it up, and first he looked at the pattern repeatedly. It was very common, and it was a talisman often found in temples. He frowned and recalled: "This amulet seems to be from the temple next to this store." He lived here for so many days and collected a lot of information, all useful and useless, all branded in his mind.
"That day... I went to the temple to burn incense, he was waiting outside, and he gave it as soon as I came out," Wen Han's heart became more and more intense, "you open it, it's not a talisman, it's something like a plant root."
Meng Liangchuan nodded, loosened the drawstring, and poured out the little thing carefully.
He looked at the light, then sniffed at the tip of his nose, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's like Chinese medicine."
"Chinese medicine?" Wen Han was surprised.
She had never thought about it.
"There is an old Indian nearby who lived in China for more than ten years in the early years. He was a doctor," Meng Liangchuan collected information in his mind. "That's not right, it's not a doctor. You know that people at the bottom of India are very poor and don't see doctors very often. , This old man often collects unused basic medicines from rich people's homes and gives them to the poor for free. I remember that he also collected Chinese medicine, because some rich people also believe in Chinese medicine. "
Meng Liangchuan has made it very clear.
Wen Han didn't delay. The two hurriedly bought the order, braved the heavy rain, and searched for the relief station opened by the Indian old man on the streets of the rainstorm according to the information in Meng Liangchuan's mind.
Dirty water is flowing, and the soil is washed away by the rain, and there is no place to rest.
Meng Liangchuan didn't feel anything about these dirty and messy environments at all. He wore military boots and strode forward, because he was too eager to know what this thing Cheng Muyun left behind, and he walked in a hurry, ignoring the woman behind him.
Wen Han was wearing a cheap raincoat, his sneakers were all muddy, and his trousers were all wet.
Finally, when they found the so-called "relief station", the old man in India had already fallen asleep and was woken up by Meng Liangchuan. He came to open the door in a daze, and saw two people covered in rain and cement, and muttered in the local dialect, The two of them didn't understand at all.
Wen Han's heart flickered, and she fell to a trough. The wet clothes were clinging to her thighs and calves, and the cold wind made her uncontrollably shiver from the cold, but she still held the old man's hand tightly and tried her best to speak English. Ask: "Do you know what this is? Did a Chinese man buy it from you? Did you? Have you ever met a Chinese man?"
over and over again.
The old man shook his head blankly.
Wen Han's eyes were sore, as if he couldn't wait, he must know the answer now, and desperately grasped the old man's wrist. "Wait, wait," Meng Liangchuan whispered, "let me go out and find someone who can speak English." After Meng Liangchuan finished speaking, he rushed into the rain.
Soon, a tricycle driver was brought back.
The Indian man was in charge of translating the words of the two people, and the old man suddenly realized that he carefully picked up the small thing that Wen Han stuffed into his palm, looked over and over, and nodded.
"He said he knew what it was," said the translator in a thick Indian accent.
"What?!"
"live alone."
"live alone?" Wen Han repeated blankly.
"Yes... yes, live alone," Meng Liangchuan suddenly became enlightened, "it's 'duhuo', and this traditional Chinese medicine is called 'duhuo'."
Alone... Alone...
In an instant, she was hot all over.
The blood flowed frantically in her body, and her restlessness and helplessness all day disappeared at this moment. is alone! Cheng Muyun knew for a long time that everything happened today, it was arranged by him, everything is, otherwise he would not leave this thing and tell her to let her live by herself!
Wen Han was trembling all over, and grabbed Meng Liangchuan's hand suddenly: "I told you, he is not dead, he will not die! No one can let him die! He gave me this a long time ago, just because I was worried, right?!"
Her nails were embedded in Meng Liangchuan's wrist because of excitement.
Meng Liangchuan was a little stupid: "Wait, speak slowly, what do you mean? You said he gave you this thing long ago, did you tell him to live?"
"definitely is!"
"But Miss Wenhan, have you ever thought about another possibility. He knew that he might die at any time in India, so he left this thing for you to give you comfort after his death." Of course, saying this Even Meng Liangchuan couldn't stand such an explanation.
The man probably couldn't do such a thing of leaving a token of love after death.
"Impossible, do you think this kind of thing can comfort me if he is dead? Nothing can comfort me except that he is alive! He gave me this specially, just to tell me, tell me about him and me all…”
Wen Han's chest was heaving, panting desperately, trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't. What comfort is left behind is not something Cheng Muyun did. If he wants to die, he will die directly. There will never be so many twists and turns.
If you leave this "living alone", it must be to tell Wen Han without anyone knowing:
I won't die, and you, live alone.
Baby, maybe we won't see each other again, but at least you and I are still alive.
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An umbrella was placed at the entrance of the dilapidated building.
The person wearing the poncho bent over and took off the poncho from her body, her eyes were a little red, and she looked at the empty corridor in front of her.
It was pitch black and there was no light.
The sound of the rain outside was so loud, it seemed that it was even more quiet here.
I don't know why, it's kind of scary.
She took a light breath, exhaled slowly, pressed the sore eyes with the back of her hand, walked along the corridor to the end, and stepped on the steps leading to the second floor for the first time. Soon, the eyes suddenly brightened, and the empty second floor had nothing superfluous except for the simple decoration.
There is only one bed in the far corner, piled with quilts and the like.
There is a long table and a few wooden chairs in the center, a bookshelf and a few cabinets in the corners.
She had been tidying up in this room for a long time, putting everything that Cheng Muyun had used and touched, except the furniture, in the big plastic bag she brought with her. When going downstairs, there was movement from the front left.
It was obviously the old floor that made the harsh sound after being heavily pressed to make this strange sound.
She was surprised and stopped at the entrance of the stairs—
On the first floor, a figure walked up slowly, the tall figure was hidden in the darkness, the outline was wrapped in the cold light, exuding a familiar and dangerous atmosphere...
She was instantly cold all over.
"My dear sister," the person who came up clasped his belt with his right thumb and walked out of the darkness slowly, "I wish you would come here with incense candles and paper money to pay homage to me, instead of coming empty-handed and trying to What do you find here."
Cheng Jiayi was so stiff that he didn't even dare to move his fingertips.
Besides him, who else could frighten her like that? It was the man who grew up with her in his arms and whose name was buried in the most confidential information of the Moscow Action Group. Just five hours ago, the entire system had been notified of his death.
There was no mud or rain on Cheng Muyun's body.
That is to say, she walked all the way along the corridor just now, and went upstairs under his gaze. Cheng Jiayi clenched the plastic bag in his hand and took a half step back...
"What? It's not the first time I've escaped death." Cheng Muyun took two steps forward, revealing his entire face from the shadows. There was no light in his black eyes, but there was a smile, "Surprisingly?"
When he was six years old, he used a dagger to pick off wild tigers hunted by his elders. A whole body of blood, the whole skin, peeled without the slightest flaw, a complete tiger skin. This is the first description Cheng Jiayi heard about this cousin from his family...
Also, Cheng Jiayi panicked when he first took the gun and shot him in the leg. He didn't even frown, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to touch the gun again for half a month.
There are a lot more-
Cheng Muyun's past, those related and unrelated to Cheng Jia, all came up, like a sudden collapse of snow on a mountain, a terrifying and turbulent white wave swept and crushed every inch of her nerves... She was afraid of him, deeply rooted and deeply Bone blood.
"I'm just here to pack your belongings..." she whispered, trying to straighten her back.
"Shh... think about it," he whispered in the Russian language she was most familiar with since she was a child, "and then think about it."
"I want... to find evidence, to find out who caused you," Cheng Jiayi clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were sore, and he couldn't control his body trembling slightly, "Cheng Muyun, you can't, you can't doubt me like that... you're doubting me. Am I?"
The man in front of him didn't speak, his eyes dropped, and he looked down at her emotionlessly.
As if he didn't know her, he hit Rang Jiayi.
She swore that she was going to collapse, Cheng Jiayi trembled all over, and softly called his brother in Russian, his leg muscles were sore and weak, he couldn't stand up, stumbled backwards, backed up, because of the height of the steps, fell, suddenly Descend a few steps.
At this moment, as if she saw a chance to live, she slid down, rolling and crawling onto the concrete floor on the first floor.
Before he got up, he picked up the collar of the back of his neck, twisted his right arm, and slammed into the wall.
"What gave you courage?" Cheng Muyun leaned over to approach her, "Think you can escape?"
"I was wrong, brother..." Cheng Jiayi trembled.
She tried her best to suppress, but she couldn't control her trembling, and tears kept pouring out: "I swear, I swear, I really didn't harm Zhuang Yan, and it has nothing to do with the explosion that harmed you, I swear, I'm really harmless killed them."
"Of course it wasn't you," he leaned behind her ear, "I did it all."