My daughter said, my identity is the Zhang Clan Leader.
46 . The foreigner’s corpse

Master Wan

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Shanghai.

The International Stadium was on fire.

Tonight.

The intersection of reality and memory was perfectly verified!

After a long time.

Everyone slowly calmed down.

"Do you think Zhang Qilin's trip to the snowy mountain this time is to find this golden ball?”

Academician Li looked at the other experts.""In his memory, he mentioned that there are countless golden balls. If we can move all of them out of the snow mountain, the wealth will be astonishing!”

"Definitely not."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yixue directly denied it.

This was also a rare interruption from her.

Academician Li was stunned and quickly asked,"Yixue, why do you think it's not?"”

"Because my father doesn't care much about money.”

Zhang Yixue shook her head.

Because in her impression, her father had never been a greedy person.

Although she did not know where he got the money from.

However, her father was someone who would not even look at a few wads of cash that fell on the road!

Zhang Yixue would never believe that her father risked his life to go deep into the snow mountain for those golden balls!

" Hmm, you know your father so well, so his goal shouldn't be those golden balls."

Academician Li nodded.

He still believed Zhang Yixue's words.

After all, he had lived for so many years, so he had some understanding of Zhang Qilin's personality and character.

Academician Li didn't think that Zhang Qilin was a person who would do anything for money.

Whoosh--

Hu hu hu--

Just as everyone was guessing.

Everyone heard the cold wind.

"The memory images have begun!"

"Coming, coming!"

" Is it the memory of the snow mountain?"

Everyone raised their heads and focused on the holographic projection again.

......

On the screen.

It was snowing heavily.

Zhang Qilin and two porters staggered forward in the snow.

Their faces were a little haggard, and they looked different from when they first entered the snow mountain.

Perhaps this memory was from a few days after entering the snow mountain.

At this moment.

The three of them were standing beside a mountain wall.

At this moment, the wind was strong. They were hiding behind the mountain wall and resting.

Kacha!

Suddenly.

The layer of ice beneath the feet of a porter suddenly loosened.

"Ah!"

Before the others could react.

The man's body fell, stepping on a thin layer of ice and falling down.

Zhang Qilin walked over to take a look.

Fortunately, the bottom of the thin ice was not deep. It was only a one-meter-deep ice pit. There was a thick layer of ice at the bottom of the ice pit, which looked very solid.

The leader of the porters was called Bazaar. He suggested that they go down and rest.

Very quickly.

He and Zhang Qilin jumped into the ice pit one after another.

It was indeed warmer here than above.

But before he could rest for long, Bazaar suddenly shouted,"Corpses!"

Zhang Qilin turned around curiously.

There were many motionless black shadows in the ice wall on the left side of the ice pit.

He walked closer to take a look.

It turned out that there were many frozen corpses inside.

They were all foreigners.

"These unlucky bastards actually all died here.”Bazaar had been active in the snowy mountains for many years, so he was not too surprised by the corpses.

Zhang Qilin also came over.

"Boss, these people should have been resting when the temperature suddenly dropped and there was a strong wind, so they froze to death."”

"It's a foreigner." Zhang Qilin nodded lightly.”

"Yes, in recent years, there have indeed been many foreigners entering the snow mountain. Some are here for exploration, some are here to survey the terrain, and so on.”

At this point.

Bazaar glanced at Zhang Qilin.

He had a feeling that the man's motive for entering the snow mountain was similar to those foreigners.

After all, who would come to such a depopulated area?

"Batistuddlegan!"

At this moment.

The porter beside him suddenly shouted in Tibetan.

Zhang Qilin understood what he meant. He was talking about the backpacks on the corpses of the foreigners.

For these porters, it was not a bad thing to encounter corpses on the snowy mountain.

Because the corpse might have a lot of valuable things on it.

Even if there were no valuable items, as long as the identity of the corpse was confirmed through the identification on the corpse, it could be exchanged for some information fees in the future when they met the family members who were looking for the corpse.

Bazaar nodded and reached out to touch the side of the mountain wall.

Then, he turned to Zhang Qilin and said," The snow covering the bodies is very thin. We can get these bodies out. Boss, shall we take a look?"”

"Yes."

Zhang Qilin nodded.

Since he had encountered it, he would take a look.

Perhaps these foreigners had some clues that he was looking for?

After obtaining Zhang Qilin's permission.

Everyone started to get busy.

They took off their backpacks, took out their pickaxes, and began to cut through the thin ice on the mountain wall.

Fortunately, the layer of ice was not thick.

After a few chisels, a large part of the ice layer shattered.

However, it was very difficult to exert strength in such an environment.

The memory scene fast-forwarded.

Everyone busied themselves for nearly two hours before they finally got the corpses out of the ice.

He counted them.

There were eight corpses, all male.

6 foreigners and 2 Tibetan porters.

Bazaar and the other porter couldn't wait to pick up the corpse.

The backpacks of these foreigners were very heavy, and their mountaineering equipment was also very good.

"What exactly are these guys hiding?”

Bazaar complained and opened the first backpack.

In the backpack were some instruments and various rock specimens.

Although Bazaar did not know what the specimens were for, he did not know what to do with them.

However, he knew that these things were definitely not worth much.

He threw his bag aside.

They grabbed another backpack and started to pull it up.

He opened four backpacks in a row.

It was full of professional equipment and all kinds of junk food. There was no sign of money.

Finally.

Bazaar pulled over the last backpack with a depressed expression.

This backpack was heavier than the previous ones.

Bazaar carefully opened it

In the next moment.

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed immediately.”

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