Xiaohua sent him a document later, which contained some real but meticulous information about Heixiazi. When Wu Xie was reading, he felt that a person's divinity slowly disappeared. For Xiaohua, there was a missing and unpredictable time in his life, and he would always become a mystery in front of outsiders. This mystery is difficult for Xiaohua himself.

So he was able to retain his divinity, but everything about the Black Blind Man, from the total unknown to the present, seems to be collapsed. Understanding and approaching will take away a person's charm.

Wu Xie thought so, and he enjoyed the process a little until he discovered something hidden in this document.

When I was in college, Wu Xie was asked a question by a girl: "Why are you just your birthday?"

Wu Xie was unwilling to celebrate his birthday. He felt that his life did not need to have a scale. His birthday was like a notification system, and he kept telling him that even if you did nothing, time would not stop at you. He replied at the time: "Why do you have to celebrate your birthday?"

"Because there is only one day for a year!" The girl found it a little funny.

Wu Xie replied to her: "Any day of the year is unique."

Even he was surprised at the philosophical nature of this sentence at that time. He felt that this sentence was not spoken by himself, but that another person was speaking through his mouth. Although this sentence gave Wu Xie the nickname "pretending to be evil" and made him a strange existence among girls, he still felt that this sentence revealed a truth that is ignored in the world.

Whether it is time or person, a single individual has special characteristics. People will not lose anything because of simple understanding. Just like any ordinary day of the year, an ordinary second, is unique and irreplaceable.

Existence is already awesome enough, and other than existence, they are all irrelevant scum.

Wu Xie had not finished reading Hei Xiazi's information, so he could only come to a conclusion that this person was very simple, so simple that it was impossible to simply recognize him.

When he rode on a short horse, Wu Xie would unconsciously think of a lot. He was so familiar with the snow-capped mountains around him. Although he didn't walk much on this route, he was very impressed every time he walked.

The bell on the horse's neck would shake violently every time he walked towards a steep slope, pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts.

However, every time he looked up, he saw the snow-capped mountains in the sky getting closer and closer, and the chaos would be forcibly pulled away.

There was nothing to say all the way, when he walked into Motuo, he felt that he had completely forgotten everything outside the mountain.

He warmed his body at the last pass and drank butter tea. Three days had already arrived. He still had no further information from Beijing and the sea of ​​sand. He knew that it was impossible that everything would be so smooth, and that obstacles and counterattacks should have arrived.

He had to live, and from this moment on, all dangers would flood towards him.

This must be an arduous battle to siege. He could not fight this battle in the city because there were too many interference factors. He was very unfavorable for his siege and ears alone.

When this battle was not over, I didn't know how much time I could last, but he didn't want to be patted on the shoulder in a Pizza Hut and could never wake up again. In the place of Motuo, it was the only place he had the confidence to call it home court.

The moment he entered Motuo, he was already on the battlefield. Theoretically, if the opponent had the fastest reaction speed, the time he arrived at Motuo was exactly the fastest interception time for the opponent.

They could only be faster, Wu Xie thought of the Grand Cherokee, and in fact, in any car that surpassed them on the road, it could be his enemy.

He hid behind the black film, but he couldn't escape after getting off the car...

He remembered the message from Uncle San again. After he understood all the intentions that Uncle San said, he had an electric shock to the last sentence.

He understood the meaning of everything that Uncle San did, as it seemed to be countless blocks, or materials in dominoes.

Uncle San prepared materials for everything, and these raw materials were distributed in all unexpected places, waiting to play a role.

This is very similar to the idea of ​​underground work back then. We don’t know who will eventually be the key to the entire plan, but we don’t care. I just buried the raw materials everywhere without any logic, just like the layout of 30 hands on the Gozi chessboard, which is messy and has no purpose.

But opportunities will appear when things are so chaotic that the opponent is overwhelmed.

The meaningless chess he played in Motuo was the clearest thing in Wu Xie's heart. He was the only one here, and he felt that he might still have the possibility of living.

He returned to the Lama Temple at midnight that day. He returned to his room. The Lama prepared snacks. He did not eat them, but climbed up to the beam of the house. The wine placed on it when he left was still there.

He climbed down, took a sip, hid it in his arms, and went out to walk into the snow-capped mountains.

He didn't carry anything, did not have any professional equipment, and did not have warm clothes, so he walked straight to the snow-capped mountains. In two days, he had only this bottle of wine to survive.

He felt someone around him, and when he was striding in the snow, he felt creepy.

However, there was nothing around, and the whistling sound of the wind vent could be heard by the cliff, but that was all.

Wu Xie felt for a moment that he had deified the other party's abilities. Even if he could operate very small details, he might not be able to follow the market perfectly in such a barbaric battle of wits.

At this moment, maybe they have been pulled up several streets, maybe they still don’t know that they have arrived in Motuo. Maybe they are now blocking mudslides on the Sichuan-Tibet Line.

He thought, suddenly something was going on behind him. In an instant, someone covered his mouth from behind, the dagger cut through his neck, and the hot blood rushed into the throat.

He was pushed to the ground and saw a man in a white down jacket standing behind him. There was only one person. He had never seen him, where did he come out?

Having set up such a big plan, the other party sent only one person to kill him easily?

Wu Xie's broken throat kept bleeding, and the young man who cut his throat looked at him coldly without any expression.

He wants to confirm his death.
Chapter completed!