A few of us looked at each other, and finally looked at the police officer.
He was slightly surprised, forced a smile and said, "Why are you looking at me?"
"Officer, you are the only one among us who can speak Tibetan.
Go talk to the undertaker and see if he can come out and chat with us.
We have something to ask him."
I said.
The police officer looked embarrassed and said, "I'm not familiar with him at all.
Besides, the place is so gloomy that I don't dare to go in.
Besides, people may not pay attention to me."
"You are a police officer and you are upright.
What are you afraid of?"
I said in surprise, thinking, as expected, everyone has a ghost in their heart.
I explained: "That is the sky burial platform, a sacred place.
As a burial master, that is also Messengers of justice will not do anything to you, not to mention you still have a gun.
If you don't try it, I'm afraid this case will not be solved, and the murder case will not be solved.
Isn't there a lot of pressure on you?
We are all here to help you. " "Okay, then, come with me."
He hesitated for a moment, but nodded in agreement.
We followed him, climbed up the hillside, and stopped more than a hundred meters away from the small temple.
Then the policeman took a deep breath and bravely walked over there slowly.
At a distance of more than 100 meters, he actually turned around three times.
If he couldn't see us when he looked back, he would definitely turn around and run away.
Arriving in front of the small temple, he held his trembling hands and knocked on the door of the small temple.
Boom, boom, boom.
With a creak, the door opened.
The policeman said something intermittently in funerary language, but I didn't understand it.
The undertaker looked at the policeman expressionlessly, as pale as a dead person's face, his eyes were straight and motionless.
After staring at the policeman for a long time, he said, "You are Chinese, you can speak Chinese."
I was surprised that the undertaker could speak Chinese.
The policeman wiped the sweat from his forehead and exhaled: "So you can speak Chinese."
"We have been learning Tibetan and Chinese since childhood.
Chinese is more difficult to learn.
Older people may not be able to learn it, but we can."
He still said expressionlessly: "What can I do for you?"
"It's like this.
Those friends outside want to talk to you and understand some of the situation.
Can you come out?"
the policeman said.
"Let them come in."
He said calmly.
"Isn't this appropriate?"
The policeman hesitated.
"It's okay.
What's more, what they want to ask about is under the pontoon behind the temple.
How can I explain it clearly?"
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The burial master turned out to be very direct.
The police waved to us, and I took the lead and walked over.
"Aren't people allowed in?"
Jiang Lin said doubtfully.
She probably couldn't hear the conversation between the police and the undertaker.
After all, not everyone can sense it like me.
"As long as the undertaker allows it."
I said casually.
"Oh."
They followed.
Then we went to the entrance of the small temple, put our hands together and saluted the funeral director.
He didn't invite us in, maybe it was inappropriate, but I had already inspected the furnishings in the room clearly.
The smell of blood in the room was very strong, and there was also a stench.
Even though I burned sandalwood, it couldn't cover it up.
It looks like a temple outside, but there is no Buddha statue inside.
There are two rooms in total, one has the pots and pans, and the other is the bedroom.
Then there is a hall outside.
The hall is not big, only about 20 square meters.
There is something like a wooden board, but there are marks on the door board, with oil stains and blood stains on it, which looks like a butcher.
Butcher's cutting board.
There is a sharp knife like a butcher's knife on the door panel, and then there is a huge bucket under the door panel.
The bucket is also full of oil.
Although they have been washed, some things cannot be washed away over time.
The stench coming from the door panel and the barrel was rotten, and it was 100% coming from the corpse.
My first impression was that this funeral master was a bit scary.
"What do you want from me?"
Seeing that I was stunned, the undertaker asked me quickly.
"He can actually speak Chinese," Jiang Lin said in surprise.
I came back to my senses and said: "What's going on with the hanging coffins under the pontoon behind the temple?
Why are there hanging coffins buried in Tibetan areas?"
"Isn't this normal?"
he asked, "There are also many Han people in Tibetan areas.
They also practice burial and cremation.
On the snowy mountains, the snow does not melt all year round.
Many people have chosen to be buried in ice on the snowy mountains.
There’s nothing strange about this.”
When I heard it, wow, this is such a new burial method, ice burial.
It will not rot or deteriorate for thousands of years.
Unless the ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains melt, the body will be preserved forever, and there is no charge.
"So, those in the coffin are not Tibetans," I asked.
"Does this have anything to do with you?
Just tell me why you're here, otherwise you can leave.
The remains of an elderly person from another family will be buried in the sky soon, and I'm still busy."
"Okay, I'll make a long story short.
Zombies have appeared here, killing people, and many Tibetan mastiffs and Tibetans have been infected with corpse poison.
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The source of the corpse poison is in the Lhasa River, at the bottom of the canyon, because of the When we entered the canyon, the water contained no corpse poison at all."
I looked into his eyes and said, "You saw it just now.
The wood holding the hanging coffin broke and a hanging coffin fell into the Lhasa River.
We suspect that the corpse was dead.
The source of the poison is in these hanging coffins.”
"Do you really think the source of the corpse poison is in the hanging coffin?"
the funeral master asked.
"Isn't this obvious?"
I sneered and said, "The span of this canyon is only five meters, and it runs north-south.
It doesn't get sunlight all year round.
The corpse in the coffin may have become a zombie."
"This is just your inference."
He took a deep breath and said, "I can only say that seeing may not be true, so let's go."
"If you don't explain clearly, how could we leave?
Yesterday, many people were bitten by our Tibetan Mastiff, and one was bitten to death.
If we don't find out the truth today, I'm afraid that the zombies will come out again tonight, and more people will die.
Man."
I looked at him angrily.
Then at this moment, a group of people not far away came towards this side.
He took a closer look and said, "They are here.
I don't have time to talk to you anymore.
You can leave.
When the funeral is over, I will come again."
Let me tell you."
"Okay, then we'll wait for you outside."
After saying that, we turned around and walked outside.
I watched it from a distance at the original place.
In fact, people were not allowed to watch this funeral, but I was just curious.
Besides, it was one or two hundred meters away.
I didn't call it a crowd.
I just closed my eyes to sense it.
The relatives carried the old man's body to the door.
The funeral director saluted the old man's body, chanting a spell in his mouth, then walked around the body, and then pointed to the door panel inside.
They placed the old man's body on the door panel.
I took a breath of air.
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