Chapter 406:

Mahatma seems to know that the palace is like a mouse, he knows the movement between the roots of the tree. He led Li Wei to walk along the dark passages and stairs into the open space at a certain speed. If he does not do whatever he wants, it will definitely make It becomes easier for suitors to pretend to lose Li Bad. Not stupid. She may have cancelled the pursuit.
Li Bai walked into the same courtyard, where the marble staircase descended to the swimming pool with a big crocodile. Then Li Huai rushed from one court to another. Panther pressed himself on the iron cage, and at the same time showed Jin and me his fangs and begged to wipe his ears. The Mahatma opened the cage door and never used any key that I could detect. Although he was a padlock, he released it and pushed the arrogant aside, clutching his neck tightly, while Jin and I Followed quickly. The door behind the cage.
But this time Li Huai did not go through the tunnel full of mice and cobras. Another passage on the same level as the courtyard led from a dark room to another, until Li Huai finally appeared through an opening in the wall behind a huge idol into the darkness of the Tirsekes Temple—and Not that part of the place where Li Huai had been before, but the other part was on the street.
Li Bai can now clearly hear the voice of the crowd, encourage each other, commit an unforgivable crime, and rush into a woman's door. They yelled for the Gray Mahatma in the chorus; it has grown into a chant, and when the crowd turns its collective desire into a chant, in only a few minutes, the door will collapse and blood will flow into a river, All this anger occurred, and no one can explain it later.
As long as people have their own ideas, they can be decency and moderation, but once the leader’s slogan is introduced into the crowd’s psychology and the slogan becomes a chant, the Catalina pig becomes a model of behavior. The smartest people in the world can improve themselves by imitating.
"Think about it! Think about it!" Gray Mahatma said, as if he realized what was happening to Kim and me.
Then, he signaled to Li Huai that he wanted to stay where he was. He left Li Huai and strode to the porch of the temple, looking down at the crowded street. The street was full of people with sweat and saliva. Dangling in the street. "Mahatma! Mahatma! Come on, Mahatma!"
Jin and I can see them from the door frame of the bi-fold temple door.
Mahatma stood down and looked down at them for about a minute, and then they recognized him. One by one, then six months, then dozens, they gradually became aware of him. Later, they became silent until the whole street was quieter than the forest. They held their breath and whispered, like the sound of a small wind moving among the leaves. He only spoke when they were almost expecting.
"Go home!" he continued harshly. "I am your property, will you break the door and let me come? Go home!"
Then they obeyed him with a few tenths, a few tenths, the last one.
The gray jihadist stood watching the crowd until the last sweaty gossip disappeared, and then returned to the temple to disband Jin and me.
"Go with Li Huai." Jin urged him. But he shook his head and looked more like a lion than ever, because in his yellow eyes, he was now conquered.
He raised his head like a man with fear on his face and laughed at it.
"I have my own work to do," he said quietly.
"You mean death?" Kim asked him, and he nodded.
"Don't be too sure!"
Jin's counterattack was confident, his smile was like a surgeon's suggestion, and he suggested that patients should be assured before the operation. But Mahatma's heart was set at the end designated for him, and he answered neither sad nor dissatisfied.
"Nothing is so certain."
"Of course I will use the telegraph." Jin assured him. "If it is necessary to save your life, I will arrest you."
Mahatma smiled.
"Are you rich?" he asked happily.
"I don't need money. I can send an official telegram."
Mahatma said: "I am to meet my own needs."
King said: "I think I know where to borrow a few rupees." "They will trust my train ticket."
"Sorry, my friend. My fault is that your bag and clothes are separated from you. You have money in your bag. It should be adjusted. It doesn't matter how much money. Let Li Huai see how much money is here."
This seems to be a strange method of account adjustment, but it still contains logic. It is useless to provide Li Huai with more resources than available. As for him, he is naked except for the saffron overalls. He has no wallet and no way to hide money from his people.
He opened his mouth and made a sound exactly like a brass bell. A certain pastor came to answer the subpoena, and was not surprised when it issued a compulsory order in a language that I did not understand.
Within two minutes, the priest came back again, carrying a tray on his back, almost full of money, as if he had taken the spoon out of the treasure chest with that thing. All kinds of things-gold, silver, paper, copper, nickel-as if those strangers simply threw everything they received into the box.
Jin took the one hundred rupee note from the tray, while the gray Mahatma waved the rest aside. The pastor left, and after a while, I heard the collision and gap between money and money. The sound made it fall far away, as if the treasure chest was an open wine cellar.
"Now," said Gray Mahatma, placing his hands on everyone's shoulders in Li Wei. "Let’s go, forget it. It’s not the time to teach the world the science of Lee Badge. India has not yet matured for freedom. I urge them to act prematurely. You two go and don’t tell you what you see, because Men can only call you a fool and a liar. Most importantly, never try to learn secrets, because it means death-and death is so easy! Goodbye."
He turned and walked for a moment, and walked sideways into the shadows. Although Li Huai hunted until the priest came, and it was obvious that they liked Li Huai's room more than Li Huai's company, Li Huai could never find him again. They did not completely threaten Li Huai, but refused to answer the question. Instead, they pointed to the open door as if they thought it was what Li Huai wanted.
Therefore, Li Huai sought the sun, and it was as refreshing as a cold bath after heating after gloomy temples, and then first turned towards Muji Singh’s pharmacist, hoping to find that Yasmini had lied. Or be mistaken for that bag.
However, although Mulji Singh was very happy to meet Lee Bad, there was no news about his disappearance. He would not admit that Li Badi had left it there.
"You've always been where men go crazy," he would say.
"Don't you know that Li Huai will protect you from these people?" Jin insisted.
In order to answer this question, I wandered on the shelf for a minute, and now put a small white paper package on the corner of the table.
"Did you know?" he asked.
"Fatal Monkshood," Jin said as he read the label.
"Can you protect me from it?"
"If you don't care about it, it's safe." Jin answered helplessly.
"This is a very sensible answer," said, and put the aconite back on the highest shelf in the darkest corner.
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