Chapter 503 Royal Family Bloodline

When I returned to my room, I lay on the window and looked at the scene on the street, but I saw cars coming and going. The proportion of off-road vehicles accounted for half. The pedestrians on the street were not dense. As Logan introduced, they were basically young men and women, and their clothes were not all wearing Mongolian robes. A large part of them were fashionable. Jeans, Korean women's skirts, punk T-shirts, and there was no big difference between them and Han people. The biggest difference was the body shape. These young people, both men and women, were very strong. Zhang Haotian stood in the window and looked for more than ten minutes before seeing two or three slender women. But from a distance, their skin was not very good, let alone looking close. Compared with these women, Zhou Xueman could undoubtedly be called a fairy.

Just as she was watching, she heard footsteps coming from behind her. She turned around and Zhou Xueman had already entered the house. Although she was wearing Mongolian clothes, she still looked different from the Mongolians.

Walking downstairs, Chaolu was directing people to transport goods to a small truck at the gate of the ground floor. When he saw the two of them going out, he didn't say anything, but just warned him not to go to bars, otherwise Zhou Xueman's beauty might cause trouble.

I asked Chaolu about the direction of the Mongolian National Library, and then I realized that there were only two streets away from here. Mongolia's summer working hours were about three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a little early now. The two of them also wanted to take a walk and have lunch.

Walking along the right side of the street, I saw that there were not many large shops on both sides of the street, and the flow of people was obviously insufficient. It is estimated that this was related to the population of Mongolia.

After walking about two hundred meters away, they saw a restaurant. The two walked in, but they saw about thirty or forty tables in the store. After lunch time, there were only two tables.

After finding a seat on the street, a waitress in a red Mongolian robe came to ask, and Zhou Xueman communicated with her in Russian. Zhang Haotian already knew that in Mongolia, it was best to learn two languages. Russian is the common language in major cities, but when they arrived in remote places, many Mongolians only knew their own languages, but these two languages ​​were completely different from Chinese and were more difficult to learn than Japanese. He could only ask Zhou Xueman, the teacher. Now the two are wanted criminals in the same case and are in a foreign land, so they cannot be separated for the time being.

After a while, the dishes ordered by Zhou Xueman came on. She didn't like greasy and ordered some vegetables, while the one she ordered was beef and mutton. However, in Mongolia, the price of vegetables was much higher than that of meat.

While using meals, Zhang Haotian thought about the domestic affairs and was a little silent for a moment. Zhou Xueman saw it and said, "Haotian, are you worried about Shangguan Yumei and Qi Jingru and the others?"

Zhang Haotian nodded and said, "When I got into your car, I didn't tell them that they would be very anxious now that they suddenly disappeared, especially Sister Yumei, who is pregnant now, and I'm afraid that her anxiety will have an impact on her body."

Zhou Xueman said "Yes" and said, "That's true. It's better to give them some information, but now their communications must be monitored. If we call, our whereabouts will be exposed, and your subordinates cannot make calls. You can see if you can find someone who doesn't usually contact them to inform them, but this person must be reliable and clever."

Hearing this, Zhang Haotian suddenly remembered someone and said, "No problem, I have a solution, but now our mobile phones are all monitored. We will buy a new mobile phone later. Sherman, you know I don't have money on me. How much do you have? Lend me some first and I will pay you back in the future."

Hearing this, Zhou Xueman glared at him and said, "It's this time, why don't you pay it back? I have been an interpol in recent years, and my salary is not low. It's basically useless for a person. After receiving a call from Team Leader Liu, I exchanged all the money for $200,000, which should be enough in the short term."

Zhang Haotian nodded and continued to eat.

After eating, the two walked out and bought two mid-range Nokia phones in a shopping mall, spending a total of 1,000 US dollars. From this we can see the difference in prices between China and Mongolia. For the same brand, the two machines are only 3,000 or 4,000 yuan in China, but half of them are expensive in Mongolia. Chinese businessmen can naturally make huge profits with copycat mobile phones.

After paying the payment, the store people printed the invoice for Zhou Xueman. Zhang Haotian walked aside with his cell phone and pulled out the phone, but it was Zhu Jing's.

As soon as he connected, when he heard Zhang Haotian's voice, Zhu Jing said in a surprise voice: "Ah, Brother Tian, ​​it turns out it's you. I have heard about you in City S., are you okay now?"

Zhang Haotian immediately said: "I have nothing to do, and I am in a safe place, Ajing, please let you know a few women in S City. Now I suddenly disappeared and am wanted by the police. They must be very worried. People who have a deep relationship with me in the past were monitored by the police, but no one else knows about your and my relationship. So, I want to ask you to go to S City and quietly inform them that I am safe now and don't worry. But you must be careful."

Zhu Jing's voice came and said, "Brother Tian, ​​I just have a word. Can't I do such a thing? No problem."

Zhang Haotian was very relieved of Zhu Jing and said no more. He told him where Qi Jingru and Xia Ling'er went to work and asked him to inform anyone.

Hearing Zhu Jing agreeing repeatedly, he hung up the phone, and Zhou Xueman had already walked over at this time. He knew that he had made arrangements and said nothing, so he continued to move forward.

Walking in the direction towards Lu, twenty minutes later, I arrived at a magnificent white, five-story building with large domes. From time to time, I could see some scholars and students in and out. It was undoubtedly the National Library of Mongolia.

After climbing about thirty marble steps and entering a wide hall, the first thing that caught my eye was Genghis Khan's white jade statue. Unlike Genghis Khan who looked majestic elsewhere, the statue was sitting. Genghis Khan seemed to be thinking about the problem, and his eyes were filled with wisdom.

Zhang Haotian also read history books and was not ignorant of Genghis Khan's deeds. Looking at the statue, he immediately smiled and said, "I heard that Genghis Khan himself was illiterate and had never read the military books and war books. He was entirely based on his struggles since childhood and the training of countless wars since he was a child, and he summed up a set of superb combat art, so that he could be invincible."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xueman shook his head and said, "This is not necessarily the case. When I checked the information about your life experience, I also saw some different statements, and there was evidence. In Inner Mongolia, a scholar took out a handwritten handwriting written by Genghis Khan for the media. It also records in Quanzhen Sect's "Changchun Journey to the West" that Genghis Khan had personally read the method of nourishing the body written by Qiu Chuji, a real person in Changchun, at that time. Therefore, the statement about his illiteracy in the past is likely to be a historical misrepresentation."

After hearing this, Zhang Haotian looked at her, his eyes full of gratitude and said, "Sheman, I have made you worry so much for my business."

Zhou Xueman avoided his eyes and said lightly: "I'm just curious about your tattoo and life experience. Anyway, I have nothing to do after I work."

While speaking, she walked towards the statue of Genghis Khan. There was a long iron sign with English and Mongolian words. Zhang Haotian still knew English. It was written on it. It was about the distribution of reading rooms and information rooms on each floor, and the library director's office was on the fourth floor.

Following the instructions of the iron sign, the two went up the fourth floor and walked forward along a corridor. After walking about thirty meters, they saw the sign of the director's office, and the door was open at this time.

When I entered the office, I saw a middle-aged woman wearing professional clothes sitting inside, and there was a closed door on the left. The woman was naturally the secretary of the director Baccarelle, but I didn't know if Baccarelle himself was in the room inside.

Seeing someone coming in, the middle-aged woman immediately stood up and asked, while Zhou Xueman talked to her in Russian.

When Zhang Haotian saw the middle-aged woman shaking her head constantly, Zhou Xueman looked depressed and asked, "Sheman, is Director Baccaratiele not there?"

Zhou Xueman shook his head and said, "No, she said that Director Baccaratie is discussing academics with a scholar. Without an appointment, he will not meet us."

Zhang Haotian immediately said: "Then ask her, if there is an appointment, when will Curator Baccarel see us?"

Zhou Xueman whispered: "I asked, and she said she would register first, leave our name and the reason for seeing him. As for whether to see us, it will be up to Baccarel himself to decide, but he will fly to Italy for a meeting tomorrow, so we should come back in two weeks."

Zhang Haotian was eager to understand his life experience and could not wait for a day. He would wait until two weeks later. When he heard this, he didn't say anything. He walked straight towards the closed door and knocked hard.

Seeing Zhang Haotian so rude, the middle-aged woman shouted loudly. Although Zhou Xueman never did rude things, she could understand Zhang Haotian's mood. Moreover, two weeks were too long, so she would not stop it now and watch the development of the situation.

With Zhang Haotian knocking on the door and the shouting of the middle-aged woman, the door opened, and a man in his sixties, wearing glasses, tall, and very majestic, came. He looked at Zhang Haotian and immediately asked loudly, naturally, Baccaryale, the director of the library.

This person was using Mongolian language, and Zhang Haotian couldn't understand it. He knew that he was asking who he was, why he was so rude and didn't speak. He unbuttoned the belt of the Mongolian robe, sliced ​​the robe to both sides, and exposed the blood-stained White Wolf King on his chest.

Baccarat was originally full of anger. When he saw the blood wolf pattern on Zhang Haotian's chest, his anger disappeared immediately. Instead, he was filled with surprise. He bent down slightly and stared for a while before waved his hand and signaled him to go inside, and Zhou Xueman also followed him.

After entering the office, there was a middle-aged man in a suit sitting in the room. Baccarel said, and the man got up and went out. Baccarel closed the door and signaled Zhang Haotian to stand in the middle of the room. He turned on all the lights himself, then went to the drawer to take out a magnifying glass, put it on Zhang Haotian's chest, and looked at it very carefully.

At this time, Zhang Haotian felt his heart beating violently. If even Baccarel didn't know the origin of the pattern, then he really didn't know how to find his own life experience.

There was a silence in the room. Bakyarei bent down and looked with a magnifying glass for about twenty minutes before standing up again, signaling him to put on his clothes. He then spoke a string of Mongolian words.

Zhou Xueman knew that Zhang Haotian didn't understand, so he quickly abandoned him since he was a child in a garbage dump in a small county in northern China. He had the blood wolf tattoo on his body, and they came from China from thousands of miles to ask him for advice.

Listening to them coming from China, Baccarat nodded and looked at Zhang Haotian and said, "You are not a Chinese Han, you are definitely us Mongolians." What he said at this time was a bit stiff but fluent Chinese.

With the relationship between China and Mongolia, it is not surprising that Baccaryale, the director of the National Library, can speak Chinese. However, what he said shocked Zhang Haotian, and he couldn't help but grab his shoulder and said, "Director Baccaryale, do you know where this pattern came from?"

Bakyare looked at him, but his eyes showed respect. He asked him to sit on a sofa, then sat next to him, and said, "No, I have never seen the pattern on you."

Hearing this, Zhang Haotian's excitement suddenly plummeted and he stared at him and said, "Since that's the case, why do you determine that I am a Mongolian?"

Baccaryale said: "Mr. Zhang, your tattoo is very strange. I have never seen it before. However, I have seen your tattoo very carefully just now. It was from the best tattoo masters of Mongolian people. The tattoo techniques and special pigments are something that people from other places cannot imitate. The wolf shape on your body can be confirmed to be the unique symbol of the Mongolian royal family, the White Wolf King. This pattern is holy and does not allow for flaws, but I can't understand why it is soaked in blood."

Zhang Haotian has always been a Han Chinese. Although he had thought that his life experience was mostly related to Mongolians, he heard that he was sure of himself and felt indescribable in his heart, and immediately said: "Director Baccaryale, please think about it carefully. Is there really no same pattern? Do you want to go through the information in the museum?"

Baccarel shook his head and said, "I have devoted my whole life to the study of Mongolian history and culture. I am very familiar with the tattoo of the White Wolf King. Since the Saint Khan unified the grassland, the tattoo of the White Wolf King began to appear in the royal family. With the increase of the descendants of the Saint Ancestor, there are a total of 236 patterns, but these patterns are not the same as you, especially the blood, which is contrary to common sense, unless..."

Zhang Haotian immediately said: "Unless what?"

Bakyare looked at his face and said, "The Mongolians have always had the habit of swearing blood to heaven. When the Saint Ancestor Khan was nine years old, his father was poisoned by his enemy Tatar tribe. The Saint Ancestor Khan cut his wrist and dripped blood to swear to revenge. Later, he defeated the Tatar tribe and killed all the men in this tribe who were taller than the wheel. I think the blood on your White Wolf King seems unusual."

Zhang Haotian's eyes shrank and he said, "You mean, I also have a deep blood hatred."

Baccarel nodded and said, "This possibility is very high. Your tattoo will not be fake. It is the work of a Mongolian tattoo master. Being able to maintain tattoos from childhood to adulthood is a special technique and a secret technique. They will never spread it. If you are not sure that you have royal blood, you will not be tattooed."

Hearing this, Zhou Xueman, who had been silent next to him, suddenly said: "Courtess Baccarel, are there many tattoo masters with this kind of craft?"

Bakyale shook his head and said, "Among the Mongolians, there are many craftsmen who can be tattooed, but few can be called masters."

Zhou Xueman immediately said with joy: "That's easy to deal with. As long as you find the tattoo master, you should know the answer."

Unexpectedly, Baccarel smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid it won't work. As far as I know, there are only two masters who can have this kind of tattooing technique, but unfortunately, both of them have already died."

Zhang Haotian originally expressed his hope to find his own life experience through the tattoo master. When he heard this, he was disappointed and said, "Then can't I find my own life experience?"

Baccarel stared at him for a long time, shook his head and said, "No, there is another place where your life experience should be related to it."

Zhang Haotian and Zhou Xueman said at the same time: "Where is it?"

Baccarel said slowly: "Shengling Forbidden Area."

Zhang Haotian asked: "Where is the Shengling Forbidden Zone, and what kind of place is it?"

Zhou Xueman also said: "Yes, before coming, I carefully looked at the geographical map of Mongolia. It seems that there is no such place."

Bakyale did not answer him, but looked at Zhang Haotian and said, "Mr. Zhang, is this Miss Zhou your wife? If not, please let her leave."

Zhang Haotian didn't expect that he would say this and said, "Is this very important?"

Baccarel nodded and said, "Of course, this is a secret that only a few people in Mongolia know. You have royal blood, so you can know. If Miss Zhou is your wife, she is of course qualified to know. Otherwise, she will ask her to withdraw, even if she is her best friend, she cannot listen."

Zhang Haotian looked at Zhou Xueman, and thought that she was knowledgeable and she absolutely trusted her, so she asked her to give her more ideas and was beneficial or harmless. He nodded and said, "Yes, Miss Zhou is my wife, Director Baccaryale, please tell me."

When Zhou Xueman heard Zhang Haotian say that he was his wife, his face suddenly became awkward, but he really wanted to know the secret of Zhang Haotian's life experience. It didn't matter if he asked him to tell him, so he regained his expression and prevented Baccarat from becoming suspicious.

When Bakyare heard Zhang Haotian's words, he glanced at Zhou Xueman again, then nodded and said, "Very good. This girl is so beautiful and wise, she deserves the noblest lineage of our Mongolian country. Since that's the case, I will tell you this secret, but you must remember that this secret cannot be known to others."

Listening to Baccaryale's words so mysteriously, the curiosity between Zhang Haotian and Zhou Xueman was even more aroused. Zhang Haotian couldn't help but say: "Director Baccaryale, don't worry, we won't tell you what kind of place is the Shengling Forbidden Zone."

Bakyale did not answer his words directly, but turned his eyes to Zhou Xueman and said, "Miss Zhou, you said you had done some research on Mongolia just now, so you must know the legend of the Holy Ancestor Mausoleum."

Zhou Xueman immediately nodded and said, "The Genghis Khan's Mausoleum is one of the top ten unsolved secrets in the world. I have read a lot of relevant records. I have also been to the Genghis Khan's Mausoleum on the Gandeli Grassland of Yijinhuoluo Banner, Ordos City, Inner Mongolia. I have heard a lot of them say."
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