Vol 2 Chapter 4689: Forgotten

Chapter 4689 Forgotten
Monk?
Looking at the stupa outside, is it a temple?
The Burmese people believe in Buddhism, and Buddhism is the state religion. Some Burmese people even provide monks to express their piety. Is it true that the cottage is not a cottage, but a temple?
All of them have whistles with guns, because the temple is full of drug lords?
The appearance of the monk made Ye Jian’s ideas have a few seconds of fragmentation.
However, the "monk" who came there did not have the behavior of a monk, and the face was very fierce. Ye Jian, who had been observing silently, immediately realized that she might encounter a "fake monk". The real monk would not have a pistol in the waist. ?
How can a gunman be armed with six cleansings?
There is really no such thing as a fake monk in the information provided by the Deng team.
The monk wearing the scutellaria first looked straight, he did not know the straight, but did not ask the other person's identity, but swept his gaze to the driver, frowning and asked a few words in the local language.
The driver bowed slightly, but there was no cold in the small village in the previous two days. The whole person’s posture was lowered. Answer, Ye Jian noticed that the driver said a few words and then looked at the straight, and then said a few words, the fake monk tightened. The brows are released.
With the introduction of the driver, the fake monk only talked with the straight.
At the end of the day, the motorcycle has been bowing all the time, and it seems to have been scared. Ye did not dare to have any small movements pushed to the monk, and even his expression became charming.
"A very beautiful Chinese girl, there is no problem, there will be nothing if she dies..."
He said a lot, the fake monk also listened all the time, but Yu Guang looked at the driver from time to time until the driver nodded slightly and had a faint smile on his fierce face.
I saw the fake monk's face with a smile, and my heart was secretly relieved. Ye Jian, who was pushed to the eyes of the three people, continued to bow. The slightly trembled shoulder made everyone aware that she was afraid, very very scared.
The fake monk and the direct communication had a short-term exchange, and because of the incomprehensibility of the language, they still couldn’t understand what they said, and they were more and more eager to learn the language of Myanmar.
When the two of them ended their communication, Ye Jian, who was pushed away, saw the cowboy hat that the driver had taken and had not taken it for a few days. She saw that the driver had the same bald head as the fake monk, but only on the driver’s head. The hair roots have turned black.
The driver is outside... is also a cover as a "monk"?
The stunned Ye Jian entered the cottage with the whistle and the gun guard. The cottage, as she had guessed before, was indeed a temple built in the depths of the deep mountains for the villagers to believe in.
The temple is not a real temple. The monks in the temple are not really monks. Besides the pagodas that are enshrined are the real pagodas, all of which are camouflage of drug dealers.
Ye Jian was screwed out alone to continue to be alone, and the monk left with the fake monk until the next day.
Two days later, the imprisoned Ye Jian seems to have been forgotten, except that someone sent a bowl of water, a pancake, and no one came over.
On the third day, someone sent water to deliver the cake, and then they disappeared for two consecutive days. It was obvious that they were not really sorry, but they did not want to give Ye Jian too much food and water to prevent her from getting out of strength.
On the seventh day at noon, a bowl of water was sold on time. On the eighth day, it was hungry again. For eight days, Ye Jian’s activities were only in the small room where she was held. She was accompanied by sunshine during the day and night worms at night. It’s quiet, like the whole cottage, she is alone.
At about 10 o'clock on the eighth day, Ye Jian, who was already hungry and losing weight, heard the motor sounds of countless vehicles. The quiet and silent cottage instantly became lively. There was a torch to illuminate the dark night. Even her side could see it. Fire.

Pushing the book, the book of friendship
"Monthly and half-light" pet "Meng Bao for the hire: sweet wife, pet addiction" roared two marriage certificates, forced her into the corner, he provoked: "Not satisfied? Bed waiting! Still not satisfied? Then wait!" You can read the name of the pen or the title of the book!
Recently... I tried four thousand words to update, because I played outside, and then... I didn’t have a copy of my morning code, I went back to the hotel to continue the code, and I didn’t dare to break it.
(End of this chapter)