Chapter 2 Part 1: Killing someone and asking if the victim is dead

The day I received the letter from Professor Lida was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.Professor Lida is one of the most uninformed people I know.Moreover, apart from their own expertise, other things in life are like babies.He was a brilliant botanist who spent his life studying the native plants of the Amazon River Basin in South America.At one time, because I was very interested in the feeling of plants, I went to his laboratory and became good friends with him. Professor Lida's letter from South America is a bit ironic: My son, Bai Lai, misses Nepal and refuses to come back. Please find him nearby.This ignorant botanist probably thought that I lived in Asia, and Nepal was also in Asia, so I asked him to come back from the nearest place, but I didn't know that the distance between my place and Nepal was not 10,000 miles, but also 8,000 miles!

I finished reading the letter and handed it to my wife Bai Su. Bai Su smiled: You have to do what people tell you to do! I shook my head: his request is unreasonable, and I will write back and tell him that Nepal is far away from where I live.What's more, I only met Mr. Bailey a few years ago, when he was fifteen years old, most of the Western youths loved to stay in Nepal and refused to leave, most of them were hippies, with long hair and beard. Among the hippies, recognize his son! Bai Su looked at me with a smile and didn't express any opinion.She seemed to see through my intentions. Although she couldn't say it, she had already made up her mind on how to take action.I had no choice but to spread my hands: "Okay, I'll go around for him and find that Mr. Bailey."Ten days at most, seven days at least, definitely come back!

Bai Su shrugged his shoulders again, and didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything more either.Going to Nepal to find someone may sound difficult, but for me, it's still a trivial matter.I didn't write a reply either, because the place where Professor Lida lived was very remote, and I didn't receive a letter once a month.I think, if someone is found, forcing him to go back is much faster than writing a letter! I left home the next day with only a small amount of luggage. Bai Su specially stuffed a felt in my luggage, which was prepared for me to wear when I arrived in Nepal. For the brooding hippie.

The plane stopped briefly in several places in India and then flew directly to Kathmandu.After arriving at the destination, I first settled down in the hotel.Regardless of the small place of Nepal, Kathmandu also has its progressive side, and the hotel has everything you need.After a short rest, I asked the manager of the hotel where a few hippies gathered, and started looking for someone. On the first day, no results.The next day, there was no result either. On the third day, I drove a rented jeep to an ancient temple in the suburbs.The weather was quite cold, and the snow-capped mountains were towering in the distance. I turned up my collar and fastened it, and was driving on the uneven road. Suddenly, I saw a short Nepalese standing in the middle of the road, with his hands in his hands. Waving, shouting loudly.When I slammed on the brakes, the car was only about five or six feet away from him.

I cursed inwardly and glared at the Nepalese.The guy walked over with a smile as if nothing had happened.His appearance was so ordinary, with the rough skin and wrinkles typical of mountain people, that it was difficult to tell his real age.As soon as I stopped the car, the guy greeted me in very broken English: Welcome!Welcome to Nepal! I couldn't help being angry and funny in my heart, this guy, who does he think he is?Is the king of Nepal?I just snorted: what's the matter? When the guy heard my question, he immediately put on a very mysterious gesture and moved closer to me. If I hadn't stretched out my hand at this time to stop him from moving further, he would have climbed into the car. .With his right hand, he grabbed the iron rod supporting the hood: Nepal is an ancient country, sir, far older than you can imagine!In this ancient country, it can be said that there are treasures everywhere, as long as you know the goods

He's just talked about this, and I already understand what's going on!This guy is the type to sell antiquities to tourists!So I unceremoniously stretched out my finger and flicked on the back of his hand. That flick made him retract his hand as if bitten by a snake, and stared at me with wide-eyed eyes.I immediately said loudly: I don't know the goods, so go find someone else! As I said that, I started the car again.The guy was a little anxious, and stopped the car: Sir, I have real antiques, so old that no one can tell their age!gentlemen! While he was talking, I had already started the car and drove forward.He was still pulling the car and refused to let it go, and his expression was extremely anxious. He followed the car and his voice became more and more urgent: Sir, that antique, you will like it when you see it. My name is Bain, and I live in front In the village, whenever you are interested, you can come to me!

When he spoke the last few words, because I had already accelerated the car and he couldn't catch up with the speed of his running, so he let go of his hand, and while running, he was afraid that I would not hear him, so he kept straight. Throat screaming. I didn't even look back at all, and I had no interest in this Nepalese.This kind of trick of selling antiques to tourists is carried out in various ways. If I say that I will be fooled, that is an anecdote in the world! The car continued to drive forward, and it didn't take long before I completely forgot about this Nepalese.An hour later, the car arrived in front of the ancient temple. I stopped the car a hundred yards away from the temple gate, grabbed a leather bag that I had prepared earlier, and walked forward.

The architecture of that ancient temple is splendid.In the past, there must have been its extremely glorious days.But looking at it now, it is really too old, so old that it is impossible to identify what color it was originally, it looks like many shades of brown, giving people an extremely dilapidated feeling. Outside the temple gate is a rather large square, overgrown with weeds, clusters of dried yellow grass, just used as natural cushions by hippies basking in the sun outside the temple gate. As I walked forward, I still held up the leather bag in my hand as I did for the past two days, and shouted loudly: Bai Lai.Lida!Belle.Is Lida here?

Hippies think they are different, and people like me who dress up differently from them, if I greet them, I will definitely ignore them.But holding such a leather bag in your hand is quite different.Because this kind of skin bag is for the locals to put marijuana, and marijuana is absolutely indispensable for this kind of people!I acted like I was looking for Bailey.Lida, who brought marijuana for him, would of course arouse their interest. Sure enough, I only called twice, and all eyes were on me.A big man whose beard and hair were completely entangled and could not even distinguish his face, staggered, walked towards me, and uttered an indistinct voice from the thick beard, saying: "Who are you looking for?" ?

I repeated the name once, and the big man pointed to himself and said: I am! I smiled: Excuse me, what is your father's name? The big man blinked, but couldn't answer, I waved him away, the big man actually wanted to reach out to grab my leather bag, but I lifted my foot and kicked him hard on his calf, which hurt so much He groaned strangely and bent down.Immediately, several people surrounded me, aggressively, but there was no special action. As I walked forward, I called Bai Lai's name again, and announced loudly: Who can lead me to find him, half of this bag belongs to him!This kind of reward obviously aroused their interest, there was a burst of whispering, and a few more people rushed into the temple, and after a while, more hippies, both men and women, poured out of the temple, chattering They asked me a lot of questions, but no one knew where Bailey was.

I sighed secretly in my heart: unlucky, I'm afraid this day will be wasted again.Fortunately, this temple seems to have a long history, so it can be a worthwhile trip.Those hippies were still entangled with me, but after I shouted loudly, I stretched out my hand and pushed down three or four tall ones, and the rest gradually dispersed. I walked to the temple. The construction system of the temples in Nepal is roughly the same, which is different from the depth of ancient Chinese temples. It feels mysterious and shallow.But this ancient temple is quite different. Once you enter the gate, after a patio, there is a rather large hall. On both sides of the hall, there are doors leading to the inside.I picked a door at random and walked in. It was a fairly long corridor. The walls on both sides were all made of wood and covered with reliefs, but they were incomplete. Almost everything that could be removed was taken away by someone. up. The corridor was very dark, and I walked straight forward until I reached the end of the corridor, only to see another dilapidated wooden door. Just as I was about to push open the wooden door, I heard a rush of footsteps behind me, and a man ran towards me panting.I turned around and saw a small hippie, he stopped in front of me: Sir, are you looking for Bailey? The short man is still panting: Bailey.Lida, has a father in Belle, South America? I breathed a sigh of relief: that's him, and you can get paid! The light in the corridor was very dark, and I didn't see the face of the hippie until after a few conversations. He looked very young, and although his hair was long, his beard was sparse and incomplete.Judging from his expression, it didn't look like he was lying.When I said he could get paid, he grinned: Bailey is a weirdo, he has no friends, and according to him, he only told me his name I was impatient to hear him describe the relationship between him and Bai Lai, so I interrupted him: You just take me to see him! The short man nodded: You have a car, I can lead the way!But but The short man seemed to want to say something more, but I was very excited because I knew the whereabouts of Bai Lai, so I hurried outside before he finished speaking. The short man hurriedly followed me. As soon as I reached the outside of the corridor, the group of hippies squeezed up again, and finally pushed them away. I got into the car outside the temple, and the short man showed the way. I drove the car and drove out. After about ten miles, I came to a very desolate river.The beach of the river is full of rocks. In winter, the river is very shallow. Not only are there no houses nearby, but there is no sign of inhabitation at all. I felt very angry in my heart, and turned my head to stare at the short man: Bai Lai Woolen cloth?where? I was ready, and if the short man had any trouble coping, I would punch him out of the car and leave him alone by the desolate river to punish him for his crime of deception. However, the short man's answer was beyond my expectation. He stretched out his hand and pointed to a pile of rocks by the river: Bai Lai is there. I buried him with my own hands a month ago! I was really stunned at that time!This is something I absolutely never expected!The person I'm looking for is dead!I don't know how long I stayed without making a sound.But the short man had already got out of the car, came to the pile of stones, facing the wind, with his long hair fluttering, he said in a very sad tone: "Bai Lai, hello, have you reached your destination yet?"Why have I never heard from you?I made up my mind and got out of the car and came to the pile of stones.The short man was still muttering to himself: Xinni sees you coming, have you achieved your goal?you I couldn't bear it when I heard this, and said loudly: "Help me move these stones away!" The short man was taken aback for a moment, and I said sharply: "Xinni, listen to me, move the stones quickly!" Xinni stayed there for a while before he kept silent. He pursed his lips and moved the stones vigorously. I also helped him to move them together. After a while, all the stones piled on the ground were moved away.The soil under the rocks was very loose. I took out an iron pole from the car and dug the soil. After a while, I saw the person I was looking for: Bai Lai.Lida. At this time, Sinney's expression looked very strange, but at that time I just paid attention to Bai Lai's body and glanced at him, and didn't think about why his expression was so strange. I used my hands to push away the floating soil on the corpse. The whole corpse was wrapped in an old felt. More than half of the corpse had been decomposed, and there was an extremely unpleasant stench rushing into the nostrils.And when I brushed away the floating soil with my hands, many gophers, with frightened eyes, squeaked and fled in all directions. This situation is really disgusting. I took out a handkerchief, covered the nose and mouth, then lifted the old blanket, and saw the dead body with its hands folded on its chest.I saw a pair of silver bracelets on the right wrist of the corpse at a glance. I leaned over and took off the silver bracelets.Lida's name.Moreover, I have seen this pair of silver bracelets before. The bracelets are engraved with patterns of South American Indians. It was a birthday present from Bailey's father. This corpse lying by such a remote river is Bai Lai, there is no doubt about it!In an instant, I was very moved. I was thinking, what method should I use to inform Professor Lida, so that he would not be too sad. It seems that I have to go to South America again! I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't even know when Zinny came behind me, until he suddenly asked me a question.He asked: Sir, is Bailey dead? I turned around abruptly, and for a moment I felt an uncontrollable exasperation.This annoyance, of course, is due to Sinney's stupid question! A person's body, buried in the ground for a month, has been mostly decomposed, and he is still asking if this person is dead! As soon as I turned around, I stretched out both hands, grabbed his arms, shook his body vigorously a few times, and then shouted loudly: Do you think he is dead?If you can still not die like this, do you want to give it a try? Unexpectedly, Xinni was treated so roughly by me, but his expression was neither angry nor frightened. He just showed a kind of helpless sadness, and murmured: It was my fault, but I I can't compete with him, I have always been unable to compete with him, so I was preempted by him! When I heard Xinni say this, I couldn't help being stunned.I can understand every single word of these two sentences, but the meaning of the whole sentence is completely incomprehensible to me!I said: What do you mean by saying that? Xinni's gaze stayed on Bai Lai's body: Let me ask you again, is Bai Lai dead? It's that infuriatingly stupid question again!But at this time, I saw that there must be something strange about the matter. Zinni must know some secrets about Bailey's death. If I get angry again, he may keep this secret forever and never say it again. So I was not angry, and instead answered his stupid question with an even stupider answer, I said: Yes, he is dead! After hearing my answer, Xinni's expression suddenly became agitated, and his voice trembled a little: Is he really dead?No signs of life at all?He is lying to me?Or did the two of us make some mistake?If he's dead, does it count as me killing him?Say, sir, does it count? I thought that Sinney's expression was very strange and his speech was a bit incoherent, but no matter what, I didn't expect him to say such a thing. In an instant, I felt that the matter was far more serious than I imagined, and my face must have become very ugly, because after Xinni glanced at me, he couldn't help but backed away. I was afraid that he would run away, yes As soon as he retreated, I immediately reached out and grabbed his arm. As soon as Sinney was caught by me, he immediately yelled: That can't be regarded as my killing him, no. Xinni's expression was so flustered that I couldn't bear to yell at him anymore, but because he was struggling, I didn't let him go, and just patted his face twice with my other hands: Calm down, Zinny, calm down, what did you do?I was afraid that he would not understand what I meant, so I added: What did you do to him? Xinni swallowed a mouthful of saliva: It's nothing. Here he pointed to Bai Lai's body first, and then pointed to the position near his left breast, and continued: Stabbed! The part that Sinney was referring to was the heart of a normal person!And Sinney said that he was only stabbed here, that's all!Sinney is really a murderer, he killed Bai Lai! Things have developed to this point, which I never expected.Zinny claimed to be Bailey's best friend, but he stabbed him in the heart and killed him! In an instant, my mind was very confused, and I thought of many things, and I thought I had caught a clue.Zinney was a hippie, and so was Burley.Among hippies, there's a lot of filth.Not only do they smoke marijuana, their sexual relationships are chaotic, and many hippies are homosexuals. I preliminarily guessed that Sinney and Bailey might have a homosexual relationship, but for some reason, Sinney killed Bailey!And judging from the current situation, Xinni's mental state is in a very chaotic situation. While I was thinking quickly, Sinney asked several times: Do I count as killing him? I took a breath: what do you say? Xinni smiled wryly: Bai Lai and I are classmates, we are both medical students, we all know it, and here he pointed at that part again: If you stab it with a knife, you can definitely achieve your goal! I took another breath: Yes, you achieved your goal, you killed Bai Lai! I say this based entirely on what Sinney said.And this conclusion.It can be said that no matter how normal it is, it is the same if anyone is asked to draw a conclusion. But when Xinni heard what I said, he let out a scream, and his whole body trembled.Seeing his expression, I also feel very sad. Both Xinni and Bailey are medical students of a world-renowned university, and they are likely to achieve something.But one is clearly insane, and the other falls prey to his insane companion. I sighed and tried to soften my tone: Xinny, you killed Bailey.In a civilized society, there is a price to be paid for killing people. I think your nerves are not normal. You may not know what you have done.But no matter what, you must follow me to the police station! Sinney seemed to be listening very attentively when I was talking, but when he heard I told him to go with me to the police station, he went berserk and when I say berserk I mean he In an instant, he suddenly made an action as if he was going crazy, instead of having conclusive evidence that he was really going crazy!With a sudden struggle, he broke free from my hand, then turned around very quickly and ran away. Of course I rushed over immediately, and my movements were considered fast, but Zinny's movements were even faster.As soon as I jumped on it, I only caught a leather vest he was wearing.Just when I thought I had him, he stretched his arms back, pulled off his leather vest, and continued to run forward. I chased forward again, but it was already a step slower. He went straight to the jeep I rented, jumped into the car, and started the car as soon as he got on the car. I ran forward desperately, the moment he started the car Jumping up, he reached out and grabbed the iron plate behind the car. But before I had time to jump into the car, Zinny had already stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the car went straight forward.The river beach was full of stones of different sizes, the car almost jumped forward, the bumps were extremely severe, and within half a minute, I was thrown off by the car.When I endured the pain and stood up, Xinni had already driven away in the car! I stood there blankly, and for a moment, startled and angry, not knowing what to do, cursed a few times loudly, and began to think about my situation.I was at least 70 kilometers away from that ancient temple. When I came here, the road was very desolate and there were no people at all. That is to say, I had to walk for at least ten hours to find transportation! Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing bitterly.What's more, I'm still worried that Xinni once killed someone, and now that he's in a state of extreme agitation, will he kill someone again?If he goes to kill again, it can be said to be my negligence.I must take action as soon as possible! I stopped standing still, ran back to Bai Lai's body, covered his body with stones, and started walking. Since there was a considerable distance to walk, I walked at a slow pace to maintain my strength.Fortunately, there are many small streams along the way, and the water in the streams is very clear, which can quench my thirst. I kept walking forward, hoping to meet one or two people, but until the sky gradually darkened, the place I passed was still the same desolation, and the sky soon completely darkened. When it was completely dark, To my left, about a mile away, there was a fire flickering. Going to the left is not the direction of my return. My purpose is to rush back to Kathmandu as soon as possible and contact the local police.But at this time, I was really eager to meet someone who might help me, and the cluster of lights seemed not very far away, so I changed the direction of travel and walked towards the cluster of fire. Fifteen minutes later, I saw that the light was a lamp, and the light came from a small window of a stone house built alone in the wilderness. When I came closer, I saw that although the stone house was small, But it was built very solidly.The stones used are all one foot square and cut extremely flat, which is very different from the rough and irregular stones used in ordinary stone houses. I haven't entered the stone house yet, but I already feel that this stone house has its own uniqueness.Because it is not an easy task to cut the hard granite so neatly. It was also because I felt strange in my heart that before and after I came to the stone house, I reached out and touched the stones of the stone house a few times.When I touched it, I was even more surprised, those stones not only looked flat, but also extremely smooth to the touch, apparently carefully polished. I have done some research on the Nepalese people living in the Himalayas. The Nepalese are by no means the kind of patient and particular people who do things. I think this stone house was mostly built by the British when they ruled Nepal. While thinking, I turned the corner and found the door, which was closed. I reached out and knocked a few times, and the door made a sound of metal hitting. It was an iron door, and then I asked: Is anyone there? I asked twice, but no one answered me. I tried to push the door, but the door was pushed open by me.As soon as the door was pushed open, I walked in and naturally saw the situation in the house. At that time, I was really stunned.