The Boy with The Dragon Tattoo

Chapter 126: Log giant coffin

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Old Wang asked, "Is it? A plague broke out?"

Su Rui shook his head and said, "This may be very small. I have carefully observed the corpse in the burial ground. It has no signs of disease. Moreover, if it is a plague, it is usually buried."

Zi Yang said: "They are afraid, as if they are afraid of someone or something. The middle-aged man has been looking out while eating, as if someone is going to rush in and beat him."

"Also, judging from his toasting gesture, it was a bit unnatural, as if there was an injury on his right arm."

Old Wang said, "Ah, do you still understand behavior analysis?"

Zi Yang ignored him and continued, "They are concealing something. If they are really holding a ceremony, although they don't need to display lights and festoons, they should at least dress up and prepare. But along the way, every household seems to be a little bit. It doesn't look like a holiday, and when it gets dark, all doors are closed and lights are blown. There is no one on the street. Even if there is no entertainment at night in remote areas, it shouldn't be such an exaggeration, right?"

Old Wang said, "Lao Li, don't pretend to be exaggerated, okay, if you say this, I am a little scared."

Zi Yang was a little upset by his stubborn stubbornness, and said impatiently, "You are not afraid of the dead, you are afraid of a ghost!!"

Lao Wang shrank his neck, "I'm just afraid of ghosts..."

Saying that, he glanced at A Chong secretly, and he stared at the flames coldly.

Su Rui said, "Listening to Zi Yang's analysis, I also feel that this place is full of weirdness. Why don't we go and investigate when it's dark?"

A Chong said, "Can't go, someone is watching."

When everyone heard it, their necks got cold, and they all looked around. There are no people in the deserted mountains and ridges...

Looking into the village, there was no sound. But everyone thought that there was a magic power that was irresistible to A Chong's words. A Chong said that someone was monitoring, that is, someone was monitoring.

Zi Yang said, "Don't take risks. Many tribes in Tibet have their own customs and etiquette. We must not break their rules. In this barren mountain, it will be difficult to conflict with others."

"Tomorrow, I and Su Rui will go there once more openly. Maybe we can see it more clearly during the day. Moreover, we have already entered the village once before, and they will not impose any obstacles."

At the moment, everyone entered the tents and cars to rest.

Early the next morning, the cold wind blew up and snow fluttered in the sky. It seems that Luorong Demba is right, and it really is going to change.

Everyone hurriedly finished washing, Lao Wang, Zi Yang, and Su Rui all looked haggard, and it seemed that they didn't sleep well at night. A Chong's expression is always cold, Qingwen is still dumbfounded, and Xiao Hei is at a loss.

Everyone packed their things, drove away from the village, and drove slowly in the other direction. After driving for more than half an hour, they confirmed that no one was following them. Everyone stopped the car.

According to the plan negotiated last night, Lao Wang, Xiaohei, Qingwen, and A Chong stayed in place on the land cruiser, and Zi Yang and Su Rui drove the jeep back.

A few hundred meters away from the village, the two turned off the fire, got out of the car, and walked towards the village.

According to the details discussed last night, they have to tell the villagers that the fresh water and food on the road may not be enough and they need to buy some from the Tibetans.

Strangely, no one stopped at the entrance of the village—not even a person. It seems that the people watching have already walked away.

The two walked along the path to the village, and every household seemed to be empty.

When I was approaching the other side of the village, I suddenly saw the crowds in front of me, a large group of people gathered together, it seemed that a grand ceremony was being held.

The two looked at each other and walked slowly forward. The middle-aged man in the crowd turned his head to find them, and said a few words to the two queens. The two big-waisted queens rolled their arms and sleeves, and walked over and watched. Come to practice these two guys who rushed in.

At this time, Luorong Demba in the crowd also saw them, and drank the two young men in Tibetan. Without looking at Zi Yang and Su Rui, he turned his head and continued to stare at the things in the crowd.

Seeing that the old patriarch was backing him, Su Rui pulled Zi Yang's hand, and the two moved forward boldly.

When they walked to the edge of the crowd, the two people stood on tiptoes, craned their necks and looked in from the shoulders of the crowd.

In the middle of the crowd, a huge coffin was lying impressively.

In Zi Yang's impression, most coffins with outer coffins are about one meter in diameter and two meters in length. But the huge coffin in front of me is more than three meters long and one and a half meters wide! It can be described as a giant coffin.

This giant coffin looked cumbersome when stopped on the ground. The coffin is not polished or painted. It seems to be simply spliced together with huge logs. Giant logs of this size are extremely rare in Tibetan areas.

Several loops of thick rope are looped around the coffin, as if the coffin were "tied up" together.

There are several rope buckles on the rope. Six sturdy lads stood on both sides of the coffin and passed three wooden bars with the thickness of the bowl through the rope buckle. Kneel down and put the wooden bars on your shoulders.

The leader gave an order, and the six people snorted together. The coffin was swayed off the ground, and all the weight was pressed on the wooden bar through the rope. The huge pressure caused the ropes to squeak together, bending the thick sticks.

It looks like this giant coffin is afraid of a thousand catties.

Luorong Demba waved his hand, and the crowd immediately dispersed.

Six sturdy men carried the coffin and began to walk out staggeringly. Several other men of the same sturdy figure followed behind them with tools.

The crowd of onlookers looked at the back of the funeral procession, whispering and pointing.

Zi Yang quietly said to Su Rui: "They didn't let us into the village yesterday. Was it because of this coffin?"

Su Rui nodded: "It should be, it seems that this coffin stopped here last night."

Seeing the giant coffin and the funeral procession gradually disappear at the entrance of the village, Luorong Demba turned around, his eyes swept across the crowd of onlookers, everyone turned and walked away, each going back to each house and doing their own work.

Su Rui walked up to the middle-aged man and Luorong Demba and explained his intentions in Tibetan. The middle-aged man looked at Luorong Demba. The old man nodded and said a few words.

The middle-aged man motioned to Zi Yang to go with him to get things. Su Rui stayed and talked with the old man.

The middle-aged man led Zi Yang to a soil hut and signaled Zi Yang to wait outside. After going in for a long time, he carried a heavy cloth bag and stuffed it to Zi Yang.

Zi Yang felt that the big bag was heavy, and he was afraid that it would cost three to fifty catties. It seemed that he had packed a lot of things.

He quickly took out a roll of money from his pocket and gave it to the middle-aged man, about a few hundred dollars. The middle-aged man waved his hand to indicate that he did not want the money. Zi Yang thought he was polite to himself and insisted on giving it. As a result, the middle-aged man grabbed his wrist and pushed gently, almost staggering Zi Yang. He quickly took the money back into his pocket, and never dared to push him around in a polite manner.

Zi Yang put his pockets on his shoulders, followed the middle-aged man to the place just now, and saw that Luorong Demba had left, and Su Rui stood alone, with his hands behind his back, looking at him with a smile.

Seeing the dark-faced middle-aged man behind him, he immediately retracted his smile. Put your hands together and bow and salute.

With a cold face, the middle-aged man pointed to the entrance of the village and motioned them to leave.

The two walked towards the entrance of the village under the supervision of the middle-aged people. People from all households looked at them in silence. Although there was no expression on their faces, their eyes were obviously strange.

Zi Yang gently touched Su Rui's arm, and a funeral master dressed in black appeared from a household with a person wrapped in white cloth on his back. One step at a time, he walked slowly towards the entrance of the village. It is two directions to the funeral team just now. It looks like they should go to the funeral where they passed by yesterday.

Su Rui nodded, covered her mouth with her long sleeves and coughed lightly, then said a few words in an imperceptible voice.

Zi Yang looked back and saw the middle-aged man following them unhurriedly a few meters away.

Zi Yang faintly heard a slight electric noise coming from Su Rui's sleeve, and he couldn't hear it if he didn't listen carefully.

Walkie-talkie!

The two walked out of the village, got on a jeep, and drove all the way out. From the rearview mirror, they could see from a distance that the middle-aged man stood there until the whole village disappeared behind them, leaving only the mountains in their vision.

When I arrived at the predetermined location, I found that the land cruiser had disappeared, and A Chong, Xiao Hei, Lao Wang, and Qing Wen also disappeared together.

Su Rui turned off the engine and said to the walkie-talkie, "Pharaoh, Pharaoh, how is the situation? Over"

Pharaoh's hoarse voice sounded on the walkie-talkie, there was noise in the walkie-talkie, and the signal was a little weak.

"We have caught up with the funeral procession according to the direction you indicated, and are following far away. Over"

"Be careful, don't be found. Over"

"I know, I'm looking at them from a distance now with a telescope. It's a safe distance. Over"

"Okay, return immediately after confirming the location and coordinates. Do not contact them. Over"

"Ok. Over"

Zi Yang looked at Su Rui, and Su Rui also looked at him, seeming to be waiting for him to ask questions.

Zi Yang didn't take the bait. He took out a handful of beef jerky from the middle-aged man's pocket, sniffed it under his nose, and stuffed it in his mouth to chew.

Snow fluttered outside, Zi Yang wrapped his clothes tightly, lowered the chair, lay on his back, eating beef jerky while staring at the roof of the carport in a daze.

Su Rui took out his laptop, connected the radar signal transceiver, reached out the window and put the receiver on the roof of the car. The computer screen lit up, and Su Rui's fingers danced quickly on the keyboard.

The signal transceiver is about the size of a washbasin, and it looks like a folding umbrella. It looks like it has a lot of power and can directly receive satellite signals. Su Rui was checking information while sending and receiving emails. The windows flashed on the screen, very fast.

Zi Yang saw that Su Rui was busy attentively, took a towel and covered her face, planning to squint for a while, but did not sleep well last night.

After waking up, it was almost afternoon. Su Rui had put away the computer and was looking out of the car in a daze. Seeing that Zi Yang woke up, the two took some compressed biscuits and energy bars, and simply had lunch with the dried meat given by the middle-aged man.

Zi Yang asked Su Rui: "Have you seen this kind of funeral mode?"

Su Rui said: "No, I also searched the Internet on purpose just now, and there is no relevant information or record."

Zi Yang said, "I was thinking just now, who is in such a huge coffin?"

Su Rui was waiting to answer, seeing the land cruiser coming back from a distance.

As the car drove up close, Lao Wang and Qingwen got out of the car and greeted Su Rui and the others: "Oh, let me go, I spent a long time to finish it. Have you eaten yet? I'm a little hungry."

Su Rui smiled and threw a bag of military rations to him.

Then handed a copy to Qingwen.

Pharaoh opened the package and chewed.

Zi Yang looked at the Land Cruiser and wondered: "Where are Xiao Hei and A Chong? Why are they not with you?"

Lao Wang's mouth was stuffed into a bulging voice and said: "A Chong received Xiao Su's signal and followed Xiao Hei on foot to follow the funeral master."

Zi Yang remembered that Su Rui had used his sleeve to cover up the signal in the village. It turned out that he had told A Chong and the others about his position.

I looked at my watch, it was already past 3 in the afternoon, and asked: "The funeral is so far away, how long will they have to walk back and forth?"

Judging from the map, the place where they parked is exactly a triangle with the funeral and the village. According to the estimation of the location, the straight-line distance is probably close to 20 kilometers.

"Would you like to drive to pick them up?"

Su Rui shook his head slowly: "There are often Tibetans on that route. We may show our feet when we drive there. Be careful, but wait."

Old Wang mumbled: "What are you worried about? Both of them have stunts. One of them played eighteen. Both of them have practiced light skills. Their feet are much faster than ours. Xiao Hei used light skills, one Somersaults are thousands of miles..."

Su Rui looked at her watch and said, "Wait another half an hour, and we will drive to pick it up if we don't come back." It seems that she is also a little worried.

They brought two walkie-talkies in total, one in each of the two cars. A Chong and Xiao Hei did not have a walkie-talkie, and they could not communicate in real time.

As he was talking, two tiny black shadows appeared on the horizon in the distance, and it was A Chong and Xiao Hei who had returned.

Lao Wang started the car and picked them up.

Zi Yang handed Xiao Hei and A Chong a pack of military rations, and A Chong waved his hand, looking like he had no appetite. Xiao Hei also took his share.

"How is the situation?" Su Rui looked at A Chong with concern.

A Chong said, "Those corpses are problematic. The funeral director went to the burial ground, hung the corpse on a tree, cut the skin with a knife, and then left. After he went far away, I went up and checked and found that the corpse was a young man. Obvious pathological features, but neck fracture, should be the direct cause of death.

I checked several other corpses that had just been hung up in the past few days, and they were in the same situation. The sternum and leg bones were fractured, and some of them had internal organs ruptured during their lifetime, which seemed to be a heavy blow. "

It's rare for A Chong to say so much, but his tone is cold, making people shudder.

Su Rui said to Lao Wang, "What's the situation on your side?"

Lao Wang stuffed a handful of beef jerky in his mouth and said as he chewed, "The group of people carried the corpse and walked for more than ten kilometers. When they arrived in a relatively desolate place, they dug a hole and buried it casually. There was no ceremony of beating gongs and drums, and there was not even a monument on the head of the grave. I followed your instructions and did not follow. I used GPS to record the coordinates and came back."

Zi Yang was dissatisfied with his report, "What is a desolate place? What is meant by digging a hole and burying it casually, can you be more specific?"

Lao Wang was dissatisfied, "Lao Tzu is concise and concise, don't add oil and jealousy, report the situation truthfully. You are awesome, you have good literary skills, and you can describe to me how to report."

Zi Yang doesn't interrupt him-if he follows Lao Wang's train of thought, the topic will become more and more biased.

After thinking about it, I asked him: "Is the pit dug in advance or on-site?"

When he was in the village during the day, he noticed that the group of people behind the funeral procession were carrying a lot of iron and tools.

Lao Wang thought about it carefully, and said categorically, "It was temporarily digging, I can be sure that a few people digging for a long time, and the efficiency is too low, otherwise we won't come back too late."

"Are there other tombs and other buildings around?"

Lao Wang recalled vigorously and said, "No, maybe not, I didn't see it anyway, did you see it?"

As always, Qing Wen stared at other places without taking his questioning seriously.

Old Wang shook his head angrily, "It's really useless, it's a waste of food with you."

Zi Yang asked Su Rui, "When I went to get food with a middle-aged person, how did you talk to the old man over there?"

Su Rui also reported, "I asked Xia Luorong Demba. The deceased was a strongman in the clan named Tashi Dorji. It is said that he was infected with the plague.

Before us, a tourist team came to the village and said that they wanted to climb the mountain. They wanted to hire a guide here. Because Tashi Dorjee had experience in leading mountaineering before, I went with them.

After more than ten days, one person returned. After returning, he fell ill and died within a few days. Several people in the village were also infected.

The old man said that he had something dirty on his body. He must have done something that offended the mountain and caused the gods to blame him. The reason why the old man did not want outsiders to enter the village was that he did not want outsiders to be infected.

He also advised us not to go to worship anymore and let us go back soon. "

"After Luorong Demba walked away, I asked a kid in the village to find out. It turns out that Tashi Dorje is not only as simple as a Hercules, but has also won the Beiga Wrestling Championship again and again. He is well-known far and wide. Warriors are respected by the people."

"That's why his funeral is of such a high standard, and he chooses to be buried differently from others, right? The coffin is so big, there must be a lot of funeral objects in it!" The old Wang next door was proud of his reasoning.

"No," Su Rui shook his head. "This is where I am confused. In their tribal customs, burial is the burial method used for robbers, murderers, or sick people. In their concept, burial will make Human souls are absorbed by the land and cannot be ascended to heaven, so they cannot be reborn. Therefore, they are regarded as a punishment and considered the most dishonorable burial method."

Lao Wang, "This, this, this," hesitated for a long time and continued reasoning, "it must be because he infected other people in the village that he was punished like this."

Zi Yang said, "But the other dead people in the village didn't die from the plague. And why are all the other people buried by birds, so he is the only one who buried them in the ground?"

Zi Yang watched Lao Wang blush and white with interest.

Su Rui nodded and said, "Yes, I feel that Luorong Demba should be hiding something from me."

Seeing Zi Yang's confident expression, he wondered: "Could you already know the truth? How about, our Mr. Holmes, give us a reasoning."

Zi Yang waved his hand again and again, "The reasoning is not counted, let me talk about some of my doubts."

"Based on the information we currently have, let me summarize the information first."

"First of all, since it is a dishonorable funeral, the funeral must be simple, right?"

"But it happened to use such a rare coffin."

"From the perspective of the burial, it is understandable that it is not buried in the cemetery of the tribe, and it is understandable that the location of the tomb is far away from the tribe, but the address is not predetermined in advance, and even the pit is dug on the spot. It seems to be in a hurry."

"The biggest doubt is that the specifications of his coffins are extremely high! Although I don't understand Tibetan customs, such huge coffins are very rare in places like Tibet. Even in the mainland, you rarely see coffins, right? "

"I have observed carefully. The whole coffin is very thick and fastened with thick iron nails. But the exterior is very rough, almost unpolished, it is just the logs spliced together, and the bark is still attached to some parts of it-like four The tree trunk was split, and then hollowed out, and the trunk was put together again. It should be said that the preparation was very hasty."

"I feel that this is not a normal funeral, but a seal. They are afraid of the contents of the coffin!"