Chapter 3 [Dealing with the Remains and Checking the Family Assets]

After more than 20 minutes, a maid who was in her teens and very beautiful but a little dark-skinned wearing a beautiful sari came in with a tray full of Indian specialties, a small bowl of millet porridge, and two special pancakes. There was also a plate of golden and red curry chicken legs and a glass of fresh orange juice.

Then he personally served Master Bel Singh to eat on the bed. It might be because of the devouring and fusion of the soul, for the kingdom of Indian curry cuisine. No, now Bel Singh should be asked to eat these strong-flavored curry chicken legs without any discomfort, but he felt that today's chicken legs tasted good. It seems that the declining Brahman chef is really good, and he deserves the high salary he paid him.

After eating and drinking, Bel Singh resolutely put on his leather sandals despite the obstruction of the old butler Jamal. He changed out of the soaked sky blue robe and put on a cotton brown robe, which was a traditional half-length robe with a stand-up collar. The collar, the lapels and the wrists were embroidered with gold edges, which looked very luxurious. This was just an ordinary dress of Bel Singh.

But in the town, a dress worth one thousand rupees was enough for an ordinary family of four to live for a month. The gap between high-caste masters and civilians was so big. The robe was ironed clean and walked out of his large but very shabby bedroom, and came to the living room downstairs to sit on the peeling sofa. Right in front of him was the door of the living room. Outside the door was an open-air garden with an area of ​​half a football field, and then a hundred meters away was the gate of the castle.

At this time, a special maid brought a pot of steaming black tea, and then Jamal Butler personally poured a cup of black tea for Saier Singh. Bel Singh signaled with his eyes and sat on the sofa next to him. At this time, the old and shrewd Jamal Butler knew that the master had something to ask him again, so he waved his hand and the maids and butlers around him hurriedly ran out of the living room.

India was already a famous black tea producing area more than a hundred years ago, and Bel Singh was a rich man who drank the best black tea with a strong taste. After putting down the teacup, he didn't even raise his eyes and asked softly. "Has the identity of the one who drowned and rushed down been found? Where are his relics?"

Butler Jamal was very averse to the fact that Master Singh went to check the dead body of the Chinese man in the thundering rainstorm and then suddenly fainted, and he was even angry. "It has been found out that a Chinese man came to India to travel, saying that he wanted to take pictures of tigers, so he came to the back mountain of our Lagar Village. He is still an orphan, although he is a purchaser of a machinery factory, he will die if he dies."

"Who let him break into the back mountain of our Singh family without permission? If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have been unconscious for several days. A pit was dug in the back mountain to bury him, and his relics were placed in the warehouse, waiting for you to deal with it personally."

What the old butler said was right. Bel Singh's coma in the past few days was indeed caused by the dead kingdom. Although Bel Singh was a noble master. But no matter what, he was a 14-year-old boy. It was too scary to see such a horrible and bloody scene of a swollen adult corpse for the first time.

The little boy fainted without holding on, and caught a cold in the rainstorm. This made him sick and let himself take over the nest and be reborn in Bel Singh's body. After a few days of fighting, he completely took the lead. The two people merged into one and a new Bel Singh appeared.

Why did the old housekeeper not care about a Chinese? It was because of the national conditions of India for thousands of years. As a high-level caste, the Kshatriya caste is either a descendant of the king's royal family or an aristocratic official. It belongs to the formal exploitative class and aristocratic class. It is common to see such bad behavior of taking human lives lightly, and Indian government officials are corrupt and inefficient. Even an ordinary fight case can be tried for 4 or 5 years without being closed.

What's more, an ordinary rich Chinese came to the deep mountains and forests of India to take pictures of ferocious animals such as tigers. It's not surprising that there were any accidents. No body was found and no one reported the case. The local government couldn't have offended an outsider. The high-caste and very rich Master Belsinger certainly let it go.

Five days have passed now. It seems like a short time, but in Belsinger's eyes, a lot has changed. Now he has taken over the other's nest and reborn in the body of a 14-year-old noble master. It's enough to take possession of everything from the other party. So Belsinger was very calm when talking about his drowning. He stood up with a smile and was accompanied by the old butler Jamal. He walked out of the living room and walked along the corridor of the central garden of the castle to a room locked by a mottled red iron door.

Then Belsinger picked up the bunch of keys hanging around his neck and looked carefully. He saw a relatively large yellow key inserted in the lock to open the warehouse. It was pitch black inside, and the back window was sealed to prevent thieves from stealing. Then Butler Jamal touched a candle on the side and lit it with a match. The dim candlelight illuminated the entire warehouse. Although he was prepared, Belsinger frowned when he saw the miscellaneous items in the warehouse with a strong musty smell.

This is a warehouse for storing sundries. Although it is very tidy, it is closed all year round and the walls are covered with mold. There is a musty smell. In addition to various farm tools, there are also bamboo baskets and backpacks, pottery jars for villagers to fetch water, etc. There are many daily necessities, and the most conspicuous are the two large packages placed by the door of the warehouse.

One is a backpack, which is the regular equipment of hikers and also the foreign equipment that Wang Guo bought at a high price during his lifetime. It is very strong, durable, moisture-proof and waterproof, but now the backpack is covered with mud. Belsinger squatted down and wanted to open it without any disdain.

But this action scared people all of a sudden. Jamal, the butler next to him, and the old butler quickly stopped Belsinger's action and said in shock. "Master, how can you touch these dirty things? You are a high-ranking Kshatriya."

"You can't be polluted by these dirty things, otherwise you have to ask the Brahmin elders to wash away the pollution. Let me do it and you can just command from the side."

Bel Singer just smiled and said nothing, letting the old housekeeper open the backpack himself. He took out the things one by one. The kingdom is a typical Virgo who likes to be neat no matter what he does. The things in the backpack are also sorted out. The top of the backpack is a washing bag, which contains toothpaste, toothbrush, hand disinfectant, floral water, etc. Then there is a bag for clothes below, which contains two sets of denim suits, two sets of underwear, socks, underwear and hats.

The third bag taken out is relatively large, with a mosquito net that can be hung up, and a pair of new hiking shoes. The next bags taken out are all some sealed convenience foods, and the innermost is the purpose of Bel Singer's visit, which is a box of top-grade Moutai produced in 1985 covered with layers of plastic wrap.