Peng Ye walked into room 203. The brothers all had serious expressions, and Shi Tou looked angry and annoyed.

Ji Yun is dead.

He fell on his back to the floor, with blood under his body, drying out of blood, and he had been dead for several hours. Peng Ye went over and squatted down to check the deceased's wounds and palms.

Nima said: "Someone stabbed him in the heart with a knife, which was cruel and accurate."

Peng Ye put down the deceased's hand and said, "There is no defense injury. When the opponent attacked, he did not resist."

Shi Tou said: "It is probably an acquaintance. Could it be a fight in the nest?"

Peng Ye asked: "Did you call the police?"

"Reported."

Peng Ye nodded and said, "Sixteen." His chin pointed to the bedside table, where there was a round iron alarm clock.

Sixteen, whose nickname is Shiliulang in the team, is very good at talking, has a smart mind, is flexible in hands and feet, and is very proficient in mechanical parts. He is the best at picking locks, splitting and assembling machinery, and checking whether a certain object has a secret lattice.

Peng Ye greeted him, and Shiliu knew what he meant and immediately checked the alarm clock.

"Sangyang, go downstairs to find the boss lady and find out the information of all the people entering and leaving the inn today."

"good."

But after a while, Sanyang Nima came up.

The boss’s wife said that there was no business in the inn these days. A man moved in yesterday 201. However, the snow was heavy a few days ago, and the person covered his face and didn’t see clearly. At that time, the man did not take the initiative to hand over his ID card. The boss’s wife was careless for a moment and did not register.

The other party did not ask for a deposit, and it was unclear when he left.

Sixteen said in confusion: "After we found Ji Yun's line, we did not act rashly or alarm the enemy. Ji Yun was just a small person and would not be silenced."

"We were wrong." Peng Ye frowned and looked at the corpse for a moment, and said, "Ji Yun is not a small character, his next level is the Black Fox."

Shi Tou was stunned, "What?!"

He chased after so long, and he chased him all the way to Qiangtang, and it turned out to be...

"Black Fox" is the most active poaching team leader in the unmanned land of Kokoxili in the past five or six years, and is a name that all inspectors hate.

Over the years, the patrol team and the Black Fox have fought countless fierce battles, and dozens of team members have died.

They have also captured several poachers, but have never caught the Black Fox. Every time he escapes, he can organize more new members to carry out the next poaching.

Moreover, the black fox is very cautious and always wears a mask. Everyone has fought with him for many years, but they don’t know his true face.

Nima agreed with Peng Ye's point of view, "Yes. We thought Jiyun was a small person before, and wanted to keep him and lead the upper part of the Black Fox team. But it is very likely that his upper layer is Black Fox. Black Fox was worried that Jiyun would be exposed after he was captured, so he silenced him."

Shi Tou became even more annoyed and stomped his feet in anger.

He and Shiliu chased the line, ran thousands of kilometers, ran from Kekexili to Alkin, and then came to Qiangtang, but they didn't expect there was such a big fish behind them.

Sixteen, who was squatting next to the bedside table, shouted softly: "I've discovered it!"

He took out the alarm clock, took out a key from the back shell, and labeled it on it: "Cangjia Inn, 314."

Everyone set off immediately.

Sixteen was very excited, "Brother, why did you think of asking me to check the alarm clock?"

"There was no alarm clock in room 202 just now, and this clock is not from the inn." Peng Ye said.

He inadvertently remembered the white Marlboro and red zippo on the bedside table in Room 202, as well as the woman's slender fingers holding the smoke, and the lukewarm eyes behind the smoke.

Peng Ye frowned, subconsciously twisted his fingers, trying to rub the feeling away, but it turned out to be futile.

The little girl from Cangjia Inn said that the 314 guest rented the room a month ago and never allowed anyone to clean it.

Peng Ye and others smelled something wrong as soon as they entered. They were very familiar with it. The fishy smell was mixed with the smell of potions, and sandalwood was burned in the room. The ground was covered with burlap bags. When they opened it, they were covered with the skin of Tibetan antelope, occasionally mixed with a few white-lipped deer and brown bears. Each skin was once a life of running wildly on the field.

Nima looked at a few bags and said, "These are all ewes. If the mother dies, the lamb will starve to death."

Sixteen picked up a piece of lambskin, "I didn't even let this go."

Peng Ye took out a few sheep's heads. The fur on the sheep's face was still soft, the long sheep's horns on the top of the head were hard and majestic, and the eyes and brain marrow were dug out, which was very hollow.

Without eyes, it cannot be told. He has seen the eyes of dead sheep staring at you, which can penetrate your head.

There are three furry bear paws in the other bag, the flesh pads are soft and textured, and dry blood vessels can be seen at the fracture.

He put the things back into the bag. He found these unexpectedly, and the road ahead became unpredictable.

They were going to cross Qiangtang and return to Kekexili, and the journey was deserted. The Black Fox people were likely to come to grab this batch of "goods".

Peng Ye looked back at his companions. He had to take everyone back safely, as well as all the dead souls in this room.

Cheng Jia has seen the changing climate on the plateau. It was snowing heavily yesterday, but it cleared today. The sky was blue and blue, the sun was sunny again, and the sun shook his eyes.

Early in the morning, she put on sunglasses and went out with her camera.

She didn't sleep well in the middle of the night, and Peng Ye's slap made her insomnia. She just said, "Who knew he really hit me." Forget it, I have a thick skin and a thick flesh, just hit me if I hit me." Cheng Jia thought.

The town is very small and can be completed in one street. In the morning, a few steps on the roadside can be found at the street stall selling vegetables, and the people who buy vegetables are bargaining in groups of three or three.

Passing by a house with open doors, Cheng Jia looked out and saw that the sun was shining outside and the room was shady and shady. A woman in a robe sat on the ground cooking tea, and the milk smell was everywhere.

The woman grinned when she saw her, her dark face looked like a wrinkled lake. She waved her hand and signaled her to go in for a cup of tea.

Cheng Jia nodded to thank her, shook her head, and pointed to the camera, meaning if she could take a picture of her.

The woman nodded.

In the dark room, a ray of light leaked from the frosted glass on the roof. The woman sat on the edge of light and black to cook morning tea for her family. The steaming smoke seemed to spread the milky fragrance. The woman's eyes were gentle, and she gently stirred the wooden spoon, and a faint satisfied smile hung on the corner of her rough mouth.

Cheng Jia sat on the threshold and took a few pictures of her, but was a little disappointed. The most beautiful smile of the woman was the moment she looked up, and there was a force that hit her heart.

But now the smile on the camera... is less elusive.

Cheng Jia took off the camera and showed a gesture of thank you and goodbye to the woman.

On the small street.

"Sister, this eggplant is as small as a quail egg, it's a bit cheaper..."

When Shi Tou was still squatting on the ground and bargaining with the vegetable dealer, he whispered: "Brother Qi, look, that... family planning product dealer."

Peng Ye looked over and Cheng Jia sat on the threshold of a family, holding his camera to take a photo in the inner room.

Sixteen said: "Damn it's very sharp-eyed. I've been staring at her last night, and my heart is rippling."

"I wonder why she is so white. Haven't you seen it yet?"

"I don't think it's important. I don't like Madou in the convenience store."

Damn, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I don't like it, then I'll buy a card to give it to Maduo."

"You dare!"

Damn, he pushed him, and Shiliu almost pounced on the pile of eggplant.

Sixteen stood up with a smile and asked, "She is a backpacker, are she here to travel?"

Peng Ye said uninterestedly: "I don't know."

Nima said: "In recent years, many people have traveled to Qiangtang like lambs. However, it is dangerous to walk alone, especially women. We have seen so many missing person notices along the way, and those who are missing can't even find bones. Why are so many people coming here?"

Shi Tou put the eggplant into a cloth bag and whispered: "You don't know that the 'literary and artistic young women' is popular now. He came to the uninhabited area to take a few special scenery and put some words on it, which was envious of the group."

Nima shook her head in confusion, "This place is either mountain or soil, or cow or sheep. What's the best thing to look at?"

Sixteen hooked Peng Ye's shoulder, "Traveling is to run from where you are tired of yourself to where others are tired of you. But..."

Peng Ye said: "I'm not tired of it."

Nima said: "So too."

"Thirteen nineteen, rounding up to ten yuan." Shitou raised his head, "So too. Hey, I bought so much, I'll give you a piece of beef. No, then give you a piece of garlic."

Cheng Jia took out his cell phone and took a look. The signal was very weak. She tried to dial the phone, but the signal was disconnected...

Before Cheng Jia came here, he contacted the Kekexili Reserve through the Photography Association. The staff of the publicity department gave her a phone number and said that it was the captain of the No. 3 patrol team of Nanjie Protection Station and asked her to contact her directly.

Logically speaking, the closest route from Xining to Golmud was the closest route, but Cheng Jia wanted to come to Qiangtang to take a look, so he took a long way. She reached an agreement with the Propaganda Department, and the other party provided protection and convenience. She took photos for publicity and gave the income from the tour exhibition in big cities to the other party for the construction of the protected area.

What Cheng Jia wants is just a good photo.

The word "Jiang Lang's talent" is too terrifying and is a nightmare for all creative workers.

Her agent called last week and said that she would not participate in the competition with photos for almost a year. The agent said: "Dear, just take photos, don't think about so many things. Needless to say, your professional skills are not too idealistic. Winning awards is the hard truth. To you, winning awards is not easy. Being impoverished is the only way to be universal, worrying about the country and the people, because wealth is selfish; you have to be close to the bottom, so that there is a level and depth, because the upper level is superficial and exaggerated; it is best to be remote areas, so that there is thought, because cities have no connotations; if the edges are naturally better, so that people can think deeply and gain inner peace, because society makes people impetuous."

When the agent learned that she was coming to Kekexili, he was happy, "Dear, you finally got to know."

Cheng Jia passed by.

Cheng Jia held his cell phone and looked for signals on the road. After walking for dozens of meters, she didn't even have a single piece. She turned her head and saw a convenience store. A string of Tibetan and a string of crooked Chinese characters "Maiduo's convenience store" were written on the wooden sign, and there was a public telephone on the counter.

The salesperson at the convenience store is a Tibetan girl with her hair braided with colorful ropes. She is about twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a mouthful of white teeth when she smiles, and deep dimples.

"I'll make a call." Cheng Jia dialed the number.

"Du,Du,Du..." Cheng Jia waited, and his fingers unconsciously knocked on the counter.
To be continued...