Chen Yuan knew that this was his last chance to get the relic.
When he really leaves India, it is impossible to re-enter, otherwise it will attract the suspicion of the brothers in the past, including his superiors.
So he took a risk, and after getting this confidential information from Wen Han, he came here as soon as possible, a three-story building on the banks of the Ganges River in Wananasi.
According to Wen Han, she once hid that thing in the corner of this kitchen with her own hands.
Jar with rosemary.
Chen Yuan touched the innermost jar, took it out carefully, opened the stainless steel lid under the moonlight, reached in, and slowly took out the relic, which was only half the size of the palm.
The relic, what was left after the cremation of the eminent monk, also had a clear Buddha image, with lowered eyes and sitting cross-legged. How much practice does it take to leave this kind of thing...
Chen Yuan looked at the relic in his palm in a daze.
Ever since he knew Cheng Muyun, he has seen that man believe in Buddhism for so many years, but he has never been able to understand Cheng Muyun's belief, especially in a place like Moscow where there are churches everywhere.
But now, when he saw the relic in his palm, he felt a sense of oppression that his soul was being overlooked and dissected... He closed the lid, stuffed the jar into the corner, and re-arranged the remaining spice jars. Make it look like no one has moved here.
At the moment of closing the cabinet, a dark shadow appeared outside the window.
Chen Yuan's back was cold, and slowly, he turned his head and saw the outline of the shadow in the moonlight, it was a small yellow dog. The little yellow dog seemed accustomed to wandering around here in the middle of the night, stuck out his tongue and licked the window, turned and jumped off the high platform.
Just a beast, that's okay.
Chen Yuan clenched the relic tightly, closed his eyes for a few seconds, and walked out of the kitchen.
Just as he walked into the living room with his front foot, light suddenly appeared in the dark living room.
Messy light, noisy sound fills the whole living room, is the Indian song and dance show at midnight. The TV that was suddenly turned on made the whole room fall into a kind of weird liveliness.
On the sofa in the living room, Cheng Muyun, who should have died at the feet of the manic elephants, was sitting.
He put one hand on the back of the sofa, watching the song and dance program on TV earnestly, but never looked at Chen Yuan: "You should be very clear, how much I hope you have arrived at the headquarters now, instead of being sprinkled all over the week. What kind of relics are you looking for by the Ganges River where ashes are buried?"
Chen Yuan knew from this moment that everything was over.
He stood only five steps away from the sofa and looked at Cheng Muyun's silhouette.
Thirteen years of friendship.
Since Cheng Muyun entered the Moscow Action Team, Chen Yuan has always been the shadow behind Cheng Muyun, saving the man sitting on the sofa countless times. Including in China, Cheng Muyun has been a monk for ten years, and he has lived in the barren mountains for ten years.
Even sometimes, when squatting in the snow to roast game, even Chen Yuan himself would be in a trance.
Do you want to be with Cheng Muyun like this for the rest of your life? He is in the light, but he is in the dark... Sometimes, he also hopes that Cheng Muyun will never leave the mountain.
Wearing his gray cloth robe, with a shaved head, and staying forever in a dilapidated temple with few pilgrims deep in the mountains and forests, how good would it be
He knew that from the time he walked into that kitchen and opened that spice cabinet, there was nothing to argue about. With this thing in his hand, it explains everything, he betrayed Cheng Muyun.
Cheng Muyun stretched out his hand and pointed to the small sofa beside him: "Sit."
Chen Yuan walked over.
Cheng Muyun added another sentence: "Put the things in your hand on the table."
Chen Yuan was slightly taken aback, and slowly placed the relic with the Buddha statue on the table.
Cheng Muyun nodded: "Sit."
Just as Chen Yuan was about to sit down, his wrists were tightly clasped, and Cheng Muyun punched him hard in the abdomen. He bent over in pain, kneeling heavily on the ground, his face and body pressed against the fabric of the single-seat sofa by Cheng Muyun.
In the long silence, Cheng Muyun did nothing.
He pressed his forehead on Chen Yuan's back shoulder, and said in a low voice in a voice that no one else in the room could hear: "It's a pity, it's you."
"I'm glad," Chen Yuan's voice was barely audible, "you're still alive."
On that day, Chen Yuan was not far from the explosion and the crazy elephant herd. Seeing the elephant group frantically stomping on the bamboo platform, God knows how much he imagined, like Fu Yiming, who desperately rushed to rescue Cheng Muyun...
Protecting Cheng Muyun had long been his instinct.
Chen Yuan didn't struggle or move. The gun was behind his waist. He didn't even have the thought of moving the gun. He let go of his strength and closed his eyes like a dead man.
He felt that Cheng Muyun pulled out the gun behind his waist.
…
In the palm of his hand, Cheng Muyun shoved the gun: "Let's go."
All the weight off of him, leave him, let go of him. Chen Yuan held the gun that belonged to him tightly, and slowly pressed the gun to his chest.
Many pictures in this life flashed in my mind constantly, uninterrupted.
At the last moment of his life, he found that the most impressive moments in his life were all related to the man behind him pressing him.
After a huge muffled sound, Chen Yuan on the sofa trembled slightly and slid onto the carpet. A crimson bloodstain appeared on the sofa and carpet along with his body...
Cheng Muyun stood in front of the TV and looked at Chen Yuan's body.
Behind him, the three men and one woman who were in charge of monitoring Cheng Muyun came out and looked at each other.
The woman among them coughed: "Boss Cheng, we will make a detailed report on tonight's incident. Regarding Chen Yuan's betrayal, the four of us and this relic are witnesses and physical evidence. I believe this matter has already arrived. That's it."
Cheng Muyun was silent, and it was approved.
The woman and the three men behind her breathed a sigh of relief.
After Zhuang Yan ate the mango and faked his death, he reported Chen Yuan in his own name at the behest of Cheng Muyun. At that time, the headquarters was divided into two factions, and there was no dispute:
Is it to believe in a former leader of the Moscow Action Group with a dirty background but great achievements
Or do you believe in a person who is responsible for monitoring Cheng Muyun
No one dared to make a final conclusion, Chen Yuan's identity is too special.
On that day, in the small farmhouse next to the sunflower field, when everyone interrogated Cheng Muyun, they still had no solution: Who should they believe
Until Cheng Muyun died, he personally made an agreement with the headquarters:
Cheng Muyun will disappear from this world from now on, and he will hand over the complete team to the leader Fu Yiming he trusts, and will no longer have any relationship with the Moscow Action Team. This is Cheng Muyun's punishment for his private investigation of the ghost incident, and the rules cannot be broken.
And because of Chen Yuan's special identity, Cheng Muyun will find enough evidence to convict Chen Yuan. Instead of solving it within the group like Cheng Jiayi.
"Boss Cheng, we said, thank you for everything you have done in the past ten years." The monitors added. Without saying a word, Cheng Muyun sat on the coffee table with the back of his hand facing out and waved at several people. Meaning, you can go.
They looked at each other a few times, and according to the procedure, they needed to take away Chen Yuan's body at this time.
But... forget it. They decided to leave the body behind anyway and exited the room with a click and the door slammed shut.
In the room, the TV was still playing Indian songs and dances, lively and exotic.
Cheng Muyun sat on the coffee table and stared at the corpse lying on the sofa for a long time.
Someone threw out a pack of cigarettes, new ones.
The cigarette case fell on Cheng Muyun's leg.
Cheng Muyun lowered his head, picked up the pack of cigarettes, tore off the plastic film on the cigarette pack, tore off the tin foil, and pulled out a—
The first time he saw Chen Yuan, he felt that this man was used to monitor himself in all likelihood. But for so many years, he has not really investigated and verified whether Chen Yuan was really sent by his superiors to monitor him. Because as a group leader, Cheng Muyun is very clear that even if there is no Chen Yuan, there will be others, and there will be someone who will record and report all his actions.
After all, the first half of his Cheng Muyun life was indeed not very clean.
But he really didn't expect that Chen Yuan would betray him, and even Fu Yiming couldn't compare to Chen Yuan in terms of the level of life and death with Cheng Muyun.
The relic is the last test, but even just now, when Chen Yuan walked into this three-story building, Cheng Muyun was still looking for various reasons and excuses for Chen Yuan. He thought, maybe Chen Yuan just thought he was not dead and wanted to find a clue to connect him.
Until Chen Yuan walked into the kitchen, at that moment, Cheng Muyun was sure:
Chen Yuan also betrayed himself.
…
Cheng Muyun was holding an unlit cigarette with his teeth. He really wanted to ask, why
Why can you be a shadow for more than ten years regardless of your life? But still chose to betray in the end
But in the end, he still stuffed Chen Yuan with a gun and blocked his mouth with death, so that Chen Yuan could not answer himself for the rest of his life.
Why
Those brothers who were killed by Chen Yuan, and Zhou Ke, who was sincere to Chen Yuan, who gave them the opportunity to ask "why"
Therefore, he Cheng Muyun has no right to ask.
There is no right to ask this kind of question for those who died wrongly.
Cheng Muyun blocked the light of the lighter with his hand, and lit a cigarette in the weak heart of his hand: "I have been a monk in a secluded mountain for the past ten years, and the old monk who shaved me is in his 90s. But he still refuses to be my master, and only asks me to be his younger brother," he whispered in the most harmless, chatting-like tone, in Russian that everyone in the room could understand, "Just now. When I got there, I still had problems communicating with the old monk. You taught me Chinese, and I taught you Russian. It's not boring to pass the time. Ten years later. But Chen Yuan is miserable..."
Cheng Muyun paused for a long time, then chuckled lightly: "He has been hunting game or game for the past ten years, or he will wait for me to beg for Zhaifan for him. Let alone a woman, he doesn't even have a two-legged person... rich I don't dare to use it, for fear of exposing my hiding place."
Cheng Muyun said this and shook his head lightly.
Did not go on.
Regarding the ten years that Chen Yuan followed Cheng Muyun to become a monk, Chen Yuan did not say anything when he reported Cheng Muyun that day. In Chen Yuan's description, he, like every member of the team, came to Nepal temporarily after receiving news from Cheng Muyun.
Chen Yuan did not say it, nor did he report it to his superiors.
Perhaps in Chen Yuan's heart, he wanted to guard the hiding place of Cheng Muyun.
He remembered that half a year ago, sitting in front of the old monk of Tibetan Buddhism, the result of the discussion between the two: life is like a big dream, what you have done, no matter how good or bad, only you know best.
Cheng Muyun stretched out his left hand and patted Chen Yuan's shoulder as he had done in the past ten years.
It's a goodbye.
He put half of the burning cigarette on Chen Yuan's shoulder and took a deep breath: "Continue to check, you don't need to tell me the result."
From now on, nothing has anything to do with him anymore.
Light and shadow are constantly changing on the wall, which is the reflection of the TV screen.
Cheng Muyun got up and walked to the door, pressed the handrail, and the moment he opened the door, the little yellow dog that jumped off the windowsill just now pounced on him, and after circling him twice, it wagged its tail and barked twice. He leaned over, touched the back of the little yellow dog's head, half squatted, turned his back to the door and said in a low voice, "This show is not bad, let's go after watching it."
The door was gently closed, not locked, and left a gap.
This is an order and a farewell.
The show ended at 2 in the morning.
It is now ten forty-nine in the middle of the night, and there are still more than three hours for him to leave.
These team members, whether it is the old people who followed Cheng Muyun to death ten years ago and escaped the big purge, or the newcomers recruited by Fu Yiming, this is Cheng Muyun's farewell to them.
The last sentence he left to his brothers was to let them finish watching this completely incomprehensible Indian song and dance show—
Stop following him.
Stop following this man named Cheng Muyun.