Buddha mouth dragon heart

Officer Song asked everyone to stay outside the bathroom. He walked in a few steps by himself and observed the deceased carefully. Then he said nothing, and waved to the two assistants he had brought, letting them go in too.

A few people were left looking outside the bathroom, but they could still see the situation inside more or less clearly, and some even secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Jingyuan originally wanted to stop them, but was stopped by Botan who touched his arm behind him.

The two police officers not only watched the deceased carefully, but also took pictures, and then the three walked out of the bathroom and went to the bedroom to investigate the situation.

During this period, all the people waited patiently and did not disturb them. The three of them watched for a long time, four or ten minutes. The room was not big, and the furnishings were as simple as those in an ordinary hotel, except for beds, cabinets, and chairs. , TV, there is nothing extra, and there is no need to watch it for so long.

Until Police Officer Song stopped walking around the room, but went to the corridor to light a cigarette, and the two police officers also started playing with their mobile phones, Jing Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, and followed to the corridor, "Song Police officer, don't you take the body back for an autopsy? Or have you confirmed that it was suicide and closed the case?"

Several people who followed also gathered around Police Officer Song, and of course they would secretly glance in the direction of Pu Tan from time to time.

Botan has always been very indifferent, with no expression on his face, standing in the corner of the room, just turning the beads with his fingers, and chanting scriptures in his mouth.

Officer Song breathed smoke calmly, his face was covered by the smoke in front of his eyes, his hazy expression seemed to be thinking about something, and also seemed to be waiting for something.

If he didn't answer Jingyuan's words, other people would have to wait if they were in a hurry. During this period, people would look at Botan from time to time, wanting him to say something. In any case, Police Officer Song would not give Putan face. Outside the scriptures, that is, doing nothing.

The weird man in the corner resumed his previous movements, with his head deeply buried in his knees, and he huddled in the corner, still refusing to leave.

After a while, Police Officer Song ran out of a cigarette. He stubbed out the cigarette butt and walked towards the window in the corridor. The mobile phone often emits the sound of receiving messages. They are very focused on the mobile phone and do not pay attention to their boss's situation.

"This police officer, no matter what the scene of the investigation is, you should give us a clear answer. Is this a homicide? This is also a kind of life guarantee for those who continue to live in Lingfo Temple." The person in the crowd was one of the crowd, and his sharp tone showed his identity as a reporter. He was very young, and he was a little provocative when he spoke. Maybe he was a little irritable after waiting for a long time.

Police officer Song threw the stubbed cigarette into the trash can by the window, looked up at the tall, irritated man with glasses, "As far as I know, Lingfo Temple didn't ask anyone to come, right? On the contrary, some people don't know what the purpose is, and they refuse to leave inexplicably after they come. If there is a homicide, I have reason to suspect that someone got into trouble outside, and then ran here to take refuge of."

"So, is it really a homicide?" Another man in his 30s asked in a slightly excited voice, obviously a troublemaker.

Officer Song glared at him, "When did I say that?" He put his hands in the trouser pockets of his police uniform and walked out between the two. body.

The two rubbed their sore shoulders, looked at each other, and chased after them persistently.

At this time, the two police officers who had been playing with their mobile phones also came to Officer Song. They whispered a few words in Officer Song's ear, and Officer Song and the two walked forward quickly.

Seeing that the people behind were about to follow, Police Officer Song waved at them, "Don't follow!" Because of his status, everyone didn't dare to follow too closely, and found that they were just standing in the corner discussing something, There was no intention of leaving, so they all waited where they were.

"Hey, what are you talking about? How did you make it so mysterious." Those few people, who were actually reporters, began to discuss in private.

"I think he must have killed it. If he committed suicide, Officer Song would have told us a long time ago. He must have been hesitant to tell us because he was afraid of causing panic. This is how the police are. They dare not let people know the truth about anything. ’ The tall man began to speak inflammatory words again.

"Amitabha, the benefactor must have a basis for what he said. If such an unreasonable guess is made, the Buddha will be punished at his feet." Jing Yuan lowered her face and spoke seriously.

"Come on, you monk, don't be so scary. What's going on under the Buddha's feet? Isn't it okay for me to express my own thoughts? Huh!" The tall man was not convinced, and sneered, "You are guilty of fear, right? Murder happened in your temple, you should be responsible, be careful that the family members come to your door, maybe that guy is the family member." He said, pointing to the curled up man in the corner, although he has calmed down now, But everyone could see his excited appearance just now.

Every reporter here has listed this person as the first interview target in their hearts. As long as the police explain here that it is a homicide, they will immediately take action.

"Officer Song hasn't said anything yet. How did the benefactor know that it was a homicide? Could it be that the benefactor was responsible for this case? Amitabha..." Jing Yuan didn't show weakness, and retorted.

"You..." The tall man was about to say something, but he didn't think of a rebuttal for a moment. Just at this time, Officer Song and the others seemed to have finished their discussion and came to them.

"Dare to ask Police Officer Song, what is going on with this matter? What will happen to the benefactor's corpse?" Jing Yuan couldn't wait a long time ago. A living person occupies a house, so he might as well charge more money to let a corpse occupy it There is only bad luck for the whole building.

"It's not a homicide incident, so the matter will be handled by your temple itself, and the abbot has to be bothered." Police Officer Song looked in the direction of Pu Tan while speaking to Jing Yuan. Concentrating on chanting sutras while holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, he closed his eyes, and nothing outside could disturb him.