Looking at these small bottles, I can't tell the strangeness of my heart, I can't understand what the big fat man is going to do.

"Call the girl, and now we can go."The fat man whispered to me.

"She's called Mo Yan, not a girl, can you talk better?"I was angry and said to the fat man.

But the fat man ignored me, sat on the side, took out the smoke and smoked hard.

I pulled out my phone, dialed the phone, after a while, the ink was connected, and I followed the words of my big fat man.

She said that after a while she would come, I would lightly and hang up the phone.

I took out the cigarette and began to smoke, at this time, the big fat man came up to me and sat next to me.

Some quirky looked at me, and then the big fat man reached out and patted me gently on my shoulder.

“Are you sure your uncle is really dead?”The fat man whispered.

I frowned at the big fat man, "You're crazy, my uncle won't die, the person lying in the morgue is you."

"You, you, you, too tender, sometimes pretending to be a liar is also an indispensable means, Lao Tzu feels that your uncle will not die easily, his means, more than I am older than I am, among the people around you, I am afraid I am the most simple."The fat man shook the ash softly at me.

I don't care about the fat man, and now I say that my uncle is not dead, this is just fart.

The fat man wanted to say something, and suddenly the words came to our side.

After seeing the words, the fat man did not speak decisively.

I said a word to the big fat man, looking at the ink also carried a black bag, which made me a little curious.

How do these two carry the same bag?

“Are you ready?”He said to the fat man.

The fat man nodded his head and said, I’m ok.

After saying this, Mo said to me that I could go.

I was so excited that I could finally go.

If you find someone who killed the old uncle, it will be solved, and as for the strange mask, it is still a heart disease in my heart.

No one knows where the mask went, the fat man said at the beginning, the mask in the old uncle's wooden box, now the old uncle died, I turned over the house several times, never found the mask.

So I guess it was possible that the guy killed his uncle and snatched the mask.

Thinking of this, I was still relieved in my heart, naturally found the murderer who killed my uncle, and then gave the mask to come and destroy the strange mask, so that all this could be solved.

Looking at the words, I don't know where the words came from, and threw the key to the big fat man.

The place Mo said also did not say, strangely, the big fat man did not ask.

These two people seem to know where to go, and I am the only one who looks like a fool.

This time, I didn’t go with Cher, so I let her stay in the mask shop.

The van started, and I glanced at the words and said softly, "Mean, where are we going this time?"

“The Miao.”The word said softly.

After that, Mo Yan stopped talking, but closed his eyes and began to sleep.

I also know in my heart that if I want to find who is the tlamb to my old uncle, then only to see the Hmong, only the Hmong can have the means to trumpet.

But it is difficult to find someone in a Hmong clan who tadvertises against my old uncle.

Of course, I don't know if Mo Yan and Big Fat Man have some means.

Along the way, I also looked left and right, but after a while, I felt no interest and closed my eyes and began to sleep.

When the big fat man comes to the car, I am still very worried.

After sleeping for a long time, Mo gently pushed me, let me wake up, and at the first glance I looked around for a while.

I don't know where it is, and after looking at the words, I asked, "Meg, where is this?"

"The fat man brought us, and you'll ask him in a moment, I don't know."The word said softly.

I said no more, and when I looked inside the car, I didn’t see the big fat man.

“Mama, what about the fat man?”I asked incredulously.

He pointed to the mountain, "He's looking at the way."

I looked in the direction of the ink, and I saw the big fat man walking down the mountain.

I sat in the car with Mo Yan, waiting for the big fat man.

After waiting for ten minutes, the fat man slowly came over and made an ok gesture to the ink.

Mo Yan said to me to get out of the car, Mo Yan got out of the car, looked toward the mountain down, put her black bag on the back.

I got out of the car and walked over to the big fat man, "Fat man, you go down to do it, don't you?"

"Ask the way, what can I do besides ask the way."The fat man said.

I looked at the big fat man, and I didn't bother to say anything, and the big fat man's words were obviously perfunctory to me.

There is no one here to ask your master’s way.

Several of us walked down the mountain, the big fat man walked in front, I and Mo Yan walked behind, Mo Yan's eyes kept looking around, took out the chalk from the backpack, every ten meters, Mo Yan painted an arrow on the stone.

I used to think that the ink was boring to draw and play, but when I walked more than a hundred meters, the ink was always still drawing arrows on the stone.

I have some doubts in my heart, on this mountain road, there is no mountain forest, fog or anything, there is no need to make a mark.

I finally got a little help, and came over to the ink, "There is no need to draw a mark."

Mo Yan took a deep breath, "From our descent, we are in the sight of others, and I must make something here, lest we not go back."

I said, I whispered in my heart, such an evil door.

But looking at the serious and serious expression of the ink, I know that Mo Yan has his own ideas for doing these things.

It was the fat man or the squirre.

I am curious in my heart, why the word must find the big fat man, in my heart, the ability of the word is much stronger than the big fat man.

At least Mo Yan can save my life in the mountains, but the big fat man here he can't do it.

The more you walk, the narrower you are, you can't hold a few people walking side by side, you can only walk alone.

After walking for almost two hours, I finally saw a village where some people were serving in the Hmong and some people who were not wearing them.