Chapter 4689
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Monk?
She looked at the pagoda outside. Could it be a temple?
Burmese people believed in Buddhism, and Buddhism was the national religion. Some Burmese even worshipped monks to show their piety. Could it be that the village was not a village, but a temple?
Why were there whistles with guns? Was it because a drug lord had come to the temple?
The appearance of the monk caused Ye Chien's train of thought to stop for a few seconds.
However, the "monk" who walked over did not behave like a monk. Even his face was very fierce. Ye Chien, who had been silently observing, immediately realized that she might have met a "fake monk." Would a real monk have a gun at his waist?
A monk's six senses were pure. How could he carry a gun?
There was no information about a fake monk in the information provided by Captain Deng.
The monk in the khaki kasaya looked at Mozhi. He did not know Mozhi, but he did not ask for his identity. Instead, he glanced at the driver, frowned, and asked a few questions in the local language.
The driver lowered his head slightly. He was not as cold as he had been in the village two days ago. His posture was very humble as he answered. Ye Chien noticed that the driver looked at Mozhi after a few words. After a few more words, the fake monk's furrowed brows finally relaxed.
With the driver's introduction, the fake monk started talking to Mozhi.
At the end of his words, Mo Zhi pushed Ye Jian, who had been lowering her head and looked like she was scared out of her wits, to the front of the monk. Even his expression became flattering.
"A very beautiful Chinese girl. There's no problem. Even if she dies, nothing will happen …"
He said a lot, and the fake monk listened. He glanced at the driver from time to time. When the driver nodded slightly, a faint smile appeared on his fierce face.
When Mozhi saw the smile on the fake monk's face, he secretly sighed in relief. Ye Chien, who had been pushed in front of the three people, continued to lower her head. Her slightly trembling shoulders showed that she was very, very scared.
The fake monk and Mozhi had a short conversation. Due to the language barrier, Ye Chien could not understand what they were saying. She was even more eager to learn Burmese.
When the two of them ended their conversation, Ye Chien, who was being shoved away, saw the driver take off the cowboy hat that he hadn't taken off for several days. She saw that the driver had a bald head like the fake monk, but the roots of his hair were bluish black.
Is the driver outside … also using the identity of a "monk" as a cover?
Ye Chien's eyes darkened as she entered the mountain stronghold guarded by whistles and spears. Just as she had guessed, the mountain stronghold was indeed a temple built deep in the mountains for the villagers to worship.
The temple was not a real temple. Naturally, the monks guarding the temple were not real monks either. Apart from the Buddhist pagoda, which was a real Buddhist pagoda, everything else was a disguise for drug dealers.
Ye Chien was dragged out and locked up alone. Mo Zhi left with the fake monk and did not appear until daybreak the next day.
Two days later, Ye Chien, who had been imprisoned, seemed to have been forgotten. Other than someone who brought him a bowl of water and a pancake, no one else came by.
On the third day, someone came to deliver water and pancakes. Then, for two consecutive days, no one was seen. It seemed that they were not really regretful. They just did not want to give Ye Chien too much food and water in case she had the strength to escape.
On the seventh day, a bowl of water and a pancake were delivered punctually. On the eighth day, she was starved again. For eight consecutive days, Ye Chien's activities were limited to the small room where she was locked up. During the day, she was accompanied by the sun and at night, there were insects chirping. It was so quiet that it seemed like she was the only person in the mountain stronghold.
On the eighth day, around ten o 'clock, Ye Chien, who had lost a lot of weight from hunger, heard the sound of countless cars and motors. The quiet mountain stronghold suddenly became lively. There were torches illuminating the dark night. Even from where she was, she could vaguely see the light of the torches.
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