A Chong stood at the foot of Yanran Mountain, looking up at the cliff carvings on the mountain wall, his mind was full of thoughts.
I have been in Mongolia for a few months, but there is still no progress in the pursuit of the fugitive. The missing Miao Yin and the crystal ball never appeared, and A Chong was just going around aimlessly on the desolate Mongolian steppe.
A Chong knew in his heart that the so-called "trace" of Miao Yin was only an excuse for Professor Zhang to exile himself, but as long as the order was in his body, he had to execute it. Since childhood, he has received this kind of "absolute obedience" education, and has never violated it.
It doesn't matter to him where to go or what to do.
Over the years, A Chong has become accustomed to loneliness and danger, and there is no emotion in his life. To live, just to execute orders, without asking for reasons, whether right or wrong.
When performing tasks in the past, A Chong always put life and death out of control, and even felt that death was a relief, better than to endure the torment of illness all day.
Now, A Chong suddenly had concerns in his heart.
After reuniting with Zi Yang ten years apart, A Chong's mood slowly changed.
A Chong has never wanted Zi Yang to know too much about his own affairs. He knows how dangerous the work he is engaged in and the people and things he contacts. Although he deliberately avoided involving Zi Yang, he was still involved.
I don't know how Zi Yang is doing.
Thinking of Zi Yang, A Chong frowned involuntarily. Zi Yang hasn't been deeply involved in the world, he doesn't know the sinister heart, and is too immature compared with those old rivers and lakes. I hope he will be fine!
A Chong raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Why hasn't the person connected yet come
According to the previous agreement, today is the day he meets with the person sent above. The intelligence personnel will bring news of the silver and the latest instructions to him.
The place where they met was carved on the cliff rock of Yanran Mountain.
This cliff stone carving on Yanran Mountain was discovered only in recent years. It is said that after the Eastern Han Dynasty General Dou Xian led a large army to destroy the Northern Xiongnu, the Central Guard Army Bangu was erected. This stone inscription records the grand occasion of the Han dynasty's martial arts and Sifang Binfu.
Although the Moya Rock Carvings is a place of historical interest, there are not many tourists coming and going. Most of the people passing by in twos and threes are local herders.
An old man wearing a shabby Mongolian robe and a leather cap walked slowly behind A Chong, and said in a voice full of vicissitudes: "This stone inscription of "Feng Yanran Mountain" has a history of nearly two thousand years. I have witnessed how many golden horses, joys and sorrows, and now the deceased has gone, leaving this fragment of the cliff in vain."
A Chong turned around in surprise, and smiled after seeing the old man's face clearly: "It's you."
The old man did not look at A Chong, with his hands behind his back, he raised his head and squinted at the stone carvings above, and said in a calm tone: "Among the many ancient literati who describe Mobei, only Wang Wei's "The most domineering:
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the long river is sunset! "
The old man muttered, "What a magnificent verse, but with a few words! The magnificent and majestic scene in the desert is ready to emerge, it's really a masterpiece!"
A Chong smiled, "I didn't expect you to have so much research on poetry and poetry."
A Chong wondered, why Timur appeared here
Last time he went on an expedition to the desert, Timur, as the guide invited by the US representative Alexander, stayed with Zi Yang and the others from beginning to end. After the team was rescued, Timur disappeared inexplicably.
Later, when A Chong communicated with Zi Yang, I heard him talk about Timur's deeds. The old Mongolian witch doctor was silent throughout the whole process, saying almost nothing from the beginning to the end. Why is it so interesting today that I suddenly started discussing literature with myself.
Timur did not look straight at A Chong, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "
Cyclists want to ask the side, and the country goes to Juyan.
Zheng Peng left Hansai and returned to Hu Tian.
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river.
Every time Xiao Guan rides, he is protected by Yan Ran.
—Wang Wei was forced to go to the desolate Mobei frontier to condolences to the soldiers because of being squeezed and suppressed. So why did you come here, brother? "
After listening to Timur's words, A Chong's heart trembled, and he finally understood the true meaning of Timur's discussion with himself about the poem "Zhizhishang". It seems that he knows his own situation very well, is he just the connector? But listening to his tone, he didn't look like the person on Professor Zhang's side.
Timur turned and left slowly, muttering to himself: "I am not the person you are looking for, and there is nothing you want here. I advise you to leave as soon as possible. This is not where you stay."
Timur's slumped body slowly disappeared in the distance, and he didn't even look at A Chong from beginning to end.
A Chong was suspicious. What is the background of this Timur, why does he appear here, and what do those words mean
"Master!"
Someone called A Chong behind him, and A Chong turned his head and took a look: "Qingwu, why are you here?"
Song Qingwu supported the black-rimmed glasses and said blankly: "Master sent me to help you-who was Senior Brother talking to just now?"
"I don't know, a local Mongolian herder asked me if I want to buy beads." A Chong said casually.
A Chong began to follow Professor Zhang during his childhood and was the first official disciple he accepted. Qingwu, Qingwen and others were one or two years later than him, so he should be called a big brother.
"Let's go, it's getting late, let's go to the nearby county town to find a place to live before making plans. According to intelligence, Miao Yin recently appeared near Hangai Mountain." Song Qingwu whispered.
A Chong nodded, and followed Song Qingwu into a rented Sanbangzi.
A Chong and the others arrived in a small county near Yanran Mountain. Unlike the mainland, the vast Mongolian grasslands are sparsely populated. Although this county is the most populous place nearby, there are still few pedestrians on the street.
The clothing and appearance of modern Mongolians are mostly similar to those of mainlanders. The biggest difference between the two places is the appearance of the city. Mongolia's economic means are simple, and its development is relatively slow. Most of the counties are similar to the situation in the 1960s and 1970s in the interior, and they lag behind for several decades.
The main industry in this county is coal mine business. There is a large open-pit coal mine nearby, which is left over from the former Soviet Union. Most people in the city live on this coal mine. The entire county was puffed with dust rendered by coal dust, and the air was filled with a smell of cinders.
The hotel Song Qingwu stayed in was in the corner of the county town. The proprietress was a plump, white-faced charming young woman. Because Chinese people often come here to do business, many people here can speak Mandarin—they often have the flavor of northern dialect in their tone.
After checking in, the proprietress led them into a standard room on the second floor. The room is very small, with almost no other furniture except for two single beds, a shabby wardrobe, and a chair with only three legs. The restrooms and toilets are shared outside. The walls are so thin that you can hear the sound of sipping melon seeds next door when standing in the room.
The proprietress gave the key to Qingwu, looked up and down the two people and said, "This is the first time for the two little brothers to come to Mongolia? Would you like to find some excitement in the evening? Our girl is amazing!"
Qingwu frowned and shook his head, "No! Go back, don't tell you not to come up."
The proprietress gave him a white look, turned and twisted her fat buttocks and walked out.
After the boss’s back disappeared from the stairs, Qing Wu apologized and said to A Chong, “The conditions here are relatively simple, so let’s get off.”
A Chong nodded, turned and looked at the room, walked to the window and looked outside. A large truck carrying coal was rumbling past the street, and the whole room seemed to feel a vibration.
Qingwu took out a bag of clothes from his luggage and handed it to A Chong, "Master asked me to bring it to you, saying that it was Saibei Tianhan, and you are afraid of the cold. Let me ask you to wear more clothes-yes, come here this time. , Master also asked me to bring you a fund."
Qingwu took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to A Chong with the clothes.
A Chong turned around and took a look, took it over and put it in the fuck, turned and continued to look out the window.
Opposite downstairs is a row of dilapidated facades, mostly shops selling groceries and doing wholesale. There is even a small shop that says "ChéngRén Supplies" in Chinese, and the LED lights flash on the light board, which is incompatible with the "unpretentious" neighbors around.
"On Miao Yin's side, Master just received a tip saying that he might show up in Mount Hangai in the near future to trade cultural relics brought from Tibet with a foreign antique dealer. Master is worried that you are in danger alone, so let me help you. "
With both hands hanging down, Qingwu respectfully gave a report behind A Chong, like an obedient elementary school student.
The two have performed many tasks together since childhood. A Chong is both a big brother and a superior to him, and the two have become accustomed to this reporting relationship.
There are many disciples under Professor Zhang, and all of them are equipped with genius abilities, and they compete fiercely with each other. In order to gain the favor of the "master", disciples fight against each other from time to time. It's called competition, and it's actually competition and wrestling. Most of the competitions are done on the spot, but there are exceptions. The two sides have a real fire when they learn, and the loser is often seriously injured.
Professor Zhang did not prohibit this kind of thing, and even acquiesced and encouraged this kind of competition among disciples.
The disciples often challenge each other, but because A Chong is superior in strength, outstanding in abilities, low-key and invisible, these juniors and sisters are usually in awe of him, and so far no one dares to challenge his authority.
"I made an appointment with the informant to meet in the evening, big brother, are you going with you?"
A Chong turned to look at him, Qingwu bowed his head and looked at his feet, expressionless.
"It's fine if you go, but it's inconvenient if there are many people."
"Then I will leave when I'm ready."
"Be careful, those people—it's dangerous."
Qingwu nodded: "I see, thank you, big brother."
After Qingwu left, A Chong stayed in front of the window for a while, then suddenly turned around and hurriedly walked out, without even looking at the money and clothes in his wife.
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Midnight, twelve o'clock.
Song Qingwu, dressed in black and black trousers, returned to the small hotel. The front desk was empty, and the proprietress must have gone to sleep.
Probably to save power, the lights in the small hotel were all turned off at 10 o'clock in the evening, and only the toilet was still lit with a dim light.
Song Qingwu gently walked up to the second floor, landing on the ground like a civet cat making no sound.
The door of the room was hidden, and it was pitch black inside. The door bolt had broken, Song Qingwu had noticed it when he checked in.
Song Qingwu leaned on his side, slipped into the room silently like a ghost, and stood quietly in front of the bed watching A Chong who was sleeping.
After a while, Song Qingwu took out a pistol with a silencer from his arms, and squeezed the trigger at the fucking A Chong without hesitation.