"Mr. Slang?"

When he entered the hotel, Ram asked a few questions to the front desk, but the hotel owner at the front desk said that he had not seen any Tibetan elderly people entering and leaving.

There was no way, Ram and Qiao Feng had to walk to Slang's room together.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

The knocks echoed in the empty corridor.

After a long time, there was no sound of speaking or answering inside. Ram looked at Qiao Feng, and Qiao Feng nodded. Since that was the case, Ram knocked on the door and took out the spare key he had received from the front desk.

"Mr. Slang! Are you here? We're in. Sorry!"

The key turned and the two pushed open the door. After that, what appeared before them was……

………………………Clean room shows the living habits of a person who lives very well.

The quilts on the bed are neatly stacked, and the luggage next to them is also placed quietly. Everything seems stable and orderly.

"Really, where did Mr. Slang go?"

Ram complained, looking a little unhappy. No matter what, she was responsible for this tour group, and it was her responsibility for any problems that happened to anyone.

"Hey, have you found someone?"

The voice rang out from the corridor. The two of them turned around and saw Xia Shuidao holding the SLR in his hand and leaning out at the door. After seeing the two people looking at him, the guy smiled and said, "I saw that you were not here, so I wanted to come over and take a look. Why? Didn't I find that old man?"

Qiao Feng shook his head, and Ram sighed.

Seeing this, Xia Shuidao turned the SLR camera in his hand and said, "That's it... By the way, he said before that he would leave the team halfway. Have you left first? Aren't he going to worship his ancestor?"

Ram frowned and bit his lips slightly, as if he was hesitant. Qiao Feng was watching from the side, watching the changes.

"Hey, are you okay? When will we wait in the car?"

Just as Ram was hesitating, Luo Tian got out of the car and came over and shouted at everyone. Seeing Luo Tian's face, Ram finally let out a sigh and said, "Okay, let's get in the car. I will try to call Mr. Slang. If I contact him, I will ask him to wait for us to come back in this hotel."

"Then. Let's go!"

Since Ram, as a tour guide, made such a decision, Qiao Feng couldn't say anything else.

He got into the car with a few people, closed the door, and watched the car start to start, the figure of the hotel gradually disappeared behind him. However, he couldn't help but pinch the hidden knife on his waist, covering his heart, and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Huiyang next to him smiled and asked-

"Why did you look like this?"

Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know why, I always have a... very bad premonition. Very uncomfortable..."

Lin Huiyang nodded: "(Whisper) I feel so too. Slang Jiangcuo ran away, proving that he is very likely an arms dealer. He told a certain ** element here about the dirty bombs, or the place where the dirty bombs were placed, and then disappeared. And that ** element is likely to disappear soon in the next day. So, what we have to do now is to keep a close eye on whether anyone wants to leave, and then keep a close eye on them..."

"No, that's not the case."

Qiao Feng raised the hidden knife in his hand, looked at the Tibetan text on the hilt, and said nervously: "I always have... some very bad premonitions. Maybe, I have a little superstition... but I always feel that something bad is about to happen. This hidden knife... Maybe, it wants to tell me something. Some... maybe for my life, it is very... important things..."

Although Qiao Feng knew that as a killer, he should not have such belief in the existence of gods and Buddhas. Idealism can easily make a killer give up thinking about the predicament in front of him and instead seek religious spiritual redemption.

But... he still thinks that something is very important. Once he misses it, he may regret that things that will happen for his whole life...

This idea continued, and he did not stop when the bus drove to the higher source of the Yarlung Zangbo River and looked at the beautiful and magnificent scenery.

The majesty and beauty of the Yarlung Zangbo River are really exciting. Although they are not as galloping as the horses in the downstream, the continuous intertwining of these in front of them continues to extend towards the tributary that is like the end of the sky, which really gives people a sense of shock that comes from the bottom of their hearts.

Ram also parked Tashi in a snow-covered rest area after driving for two hours, so that everyone could get off the car and enjoy the beautiful river water.

Perhaps it is because there is no one here today. There is only 15 people in this car between the vast world. These 15 people can enjoy this sky, this water flow... and this world!

In the afternoon, I continued to move upwards, and the ice and snow piled up thicker and thicker, but the pure sky was as beautiful as the vast universe as if it had been wiped with these fine snow.

Everyone got out of the car and walked up the snow slope, shouting at the strings of subzero temperatures in front of them, which were still frozen. They shouted at the vast and distant grassland that seemed to be at the end of the world.

This is the real wilderness, the real wilderness without a single person.

In this world, humans actually feel that they are so small. They are so small that they are not enough to see enough, and they can truly gain spiritual calmness!

Yes...it's so beautiful here...

It is the pure and natural beauty, rough and unique and delicate beauty...

Such beauty makes people linger and forget the time.

Even when the sun sets and the other side of the sky is dyed orange red by large patches, it can still make people linger.

However, Qiao Feng, who was also immersed in these beautiful scenery, was far from expected.

When they took the bus to prepare for their return journey, driving down the wide grassland road...

"Hey, wait a moment! What is that?"

Where the headlights shine, under the red sky in the distance, behind a snow pile, a man was sitting there leaning against the snow pile.

Is it the victim?

Taxi slowly stopped the car, Ram, Xu Zhongyuan, Zhao Guorong and Qiao Feng got out of the car, preparing to see what was going on with the person sitting against the snow pile.

but……

"Hey, man, it's too late, you'll die if you sit here."

Xu Zhongyuan shouted twice. However, the man did not respond.

Zhao Guorong, who was next to him, simply walked up, stretched out his hand, put it on the man's shoulder, and said, "Brother, you..."

The person leaning against him slowly fell toward the side.

With a click, his whole body fell on the snow next to him. At the same time, the hat covering his head fell off at the same time and fell on the side.

Then, what is waiting for everyone to feel...?

Is it shocked?

Or...is it the kind of fear that spreads from the bottom of your heart?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Miss Ram, the tour guide, screamed in dismay.

Her eyes were filled with panic and at a loss. It was because of her scream that everyone in the car quickly got out and ran over.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Why is it called? What is the situation!"

"Who is this person? What's wrong with him?!"

Everyone asked each other. In their sight, Qiao Feng had already squatted beside the man, reaching out to his breath...

"He's dead."

Slowly, he exhaled. Qiao Feng stretched out his hand again, gently pulled open the clothes on the neckline of the man, and took a look.

"Stacked."

Around his neck, a telescopic mark that had turned blue and purple surrounded his neck. The cause of death was obvious, right?

Seeing this circle of marks, Zhao Guorong hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and turned the dead man over. Finally, everyone saw his face.

It was no one else, it was the Tibetan old man who everyone thought he had left in the morning - Slang Jiangcuo.

He opened his mouth half open and closed his eyes. He stopped breathing forever, almost two hours away from the hotel... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)
Chapter completed!