Buddha mouth dragon heart

"What is not homicide? What is not homicide?"

The tall man stared at Officer Song in disbelief, looking shocked, as if he knew who the murderer was, and couldn't believe that it wasn't homicide.

Officer Song sneered, "It wasn't murder, what else could it be?"

He stared back at the man with disdain, and he had long seen his hateful mentality of wishing he had something to write about.

What he hates the most is people like reporters. He has seen a lot of cases in these years. Wherever there are many things, they will come out of nowhere, and they will ask people what they don't want to talk about.

"If it wasn't murder, it would be suicide, but..."

It was an older reporter who spoke calmly. He smiled and looked kindly, but his words were sharp, "Officer Song, what is the situation you said, logically we should believe it, after all, you are the representative The government, but you should show some evidence. You and your two policemen just walked in and walked around. They didn’t even touch the dead body. They said it was suicide, which really made us feel Somewhat sloppy."

Everyone except Jingyuan nodded, thinking that what the man said made sense, "That's right, we all trust the police officer, but the police officer must convince others with reason, otherwise we will be representatives of the masses." It's not easy to explain to the tens of thousands of people living in that temple when you go back!"

"Yes, yes, Officer Song's matter should be handled properly, otherwise it may cause panic, and the situation will be difficult to control at that time."

Several people echoed, even threatening.

Officer Song snorted coldly, and looked up at Botan's direction. The other party was not attracted by the situation here at all, and still focused on his movements, as if chanting sutras was the most important thing at this moment.

Jingyuan was afraid that Police Officer Song would not stand firm under the difficulties of several people, so he chimed in and said: "Amitabha, benefactors, you are not police officers who handle cases, and you don't know how to investigate cases. How do you know that Officer Song and the others went in to investigate the scene? , so you can’t be sure it’s suicide? Please don’t make it difficult on purpose, the Buddha is watching.”

"It's true that you can't see it."

Just when the reporters were about to say something to refute, a voice suddenly came in. It was standing next to Police Officer Song, a short, loyal and honest police officer. He also entered the scene just now. After leaving the corpse, his voice was slightly rough, but it had a simple and honest feeling.

Jingyuan frowned, and asked in a daze, "What do you mean?"

Officer Song also looked at the policeman, who blushed and dared not speak any more after being watched by his captain.

Several reporters looked at each other, and immediately you encouraged him to continue talking, "Say it, tell it, what do you mean?"

"That's right, we also have the right to know. What do you mean, in fact, you just went in, and you didn't even realize that she committed suicide?"

The tall reporter, holding on to what the police officer said, showed a reporter's unique acumen.

Cold sweat oozes from Jingyuan's forehead. In fact, he has already seen that things are weird. When did this woman not die, but she died after going to meet the abbot, and the man outside the house who has been refusing to leave is also weird. Very, the matter is not simple, he does not want the matter to become a big deal, but seeing this situation seems to be a bit overwhelming.

He secretly turned his head and looked at Botan, but his abbot was still chanting sutras calmly as usual, he knew it was for the salvation of the dead!

However, this kind of trouble has been caused in my temple, and there are so many people waiting to watch the excitement. Seeing that the matter is going to be exposed, someone will definitely track down that this woman met the abbot before, and the matter will become more and more troublesome , At this time, it should be more important to deal with this matter than to save a dead ghost.

The policeman glanced at Officer Song, as if he was timid or asking for his opinion. The reporters also saw the policeman's intentions. They wanted to block Officer Song's line of sight and coax the policeman to continue talking. Unexpectedly, Officer Song But he said: "Since they want to know, let's tell them, but if we get into trouble, we will not be responsible."

Several reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, excited even more in amazement, they were not afraid of getting into trouble, they were so afraid that they would have nothing to write.

The policeman looked innocently at the captain of his family, scratched his head and sighed, and said in that simple and honest voice: "I really mean, just look at it this way, and you can't see that it's so scary. My family What the captain just reminded is also a good word. Our job is to protect the public. We really don’t want you to have any accidents. So I advise you to stop thinking about it and go back quickly. The dead must not have been killed by others. , you can rest assured about this.”

This police officer looks very ordinary, with a square head and a square brain, not tall, and his speech speed is not very fast, but there is something convincing about him, and he feels that what he says is true.

But because of this, those guys who want to find news want to know the truth of the matter even more. Hearing what he said, it is obvious that the matter is not simple.

The few people were stunned for a moment, the calmer person was still thinking about something, and the tall reporter couldn't help asking, "You should speak out without reservation, and don't let us think wildly, in fact, we Whether we know it or not is not the main thing. The important thing is that we are not only doing it for ourselves this time, but also for the sake of so many people living in the temple in the backyard. "

The rest of the people nodded, the policeman hesitated, and the captain of his family nodded to him again, and then he showed a embarrassed expression and said: "This is what you asked me to say, if there is really something to do later, you don't want to come Blame me."

"Don't worry, no one blames you." The tall man urged, "Speak quickly."

The police officer nodded and looked towards the bathroom, "Actually, it's not impossible to see. From the scene, based on our captain's experience, we can tell whether the deceased committed suicide, but the final confirmation will of course require a forensic doctor." of."

"That's right, that's the point. Why didn't you even use a forensic doctor to confirm that she committed suicide?"

The tall man interrupted in a hurry.

He was stared at by his companions a few times, angry that he interrupted the officer.

The police officer didn't care, but the expression on his face became a little weird. It's hard to say what kind of feeling it was, mysterious, fearful, doubtful, and indescribable. He suddenly lowered his voice and swept around the surrounding air, as if There was something floating in the air, "Because we don't need to confirm the death of a person who has been dead for more than ten years, so whether it is homicide or suicide, it is not within the scope of our supervision!"

Officer Song listened to his subordinates, slowly backed out, and took out another cigarette. Another police officer came to him, took out a lighter from his body, and lit the cigarette for his team leader.

The corners of Jingyuan's mouth twitched, and he looked in the direction of his abbot, it turned out that things were not simple.

The few reporters around were petrified for a moment, then looked at each other, and then shook their heads. It was the tall man who bore the brunt and said: "Officer, you are also an honest man, how can you take this kind of thing to us at this time?" Just kidding! The body of the deceased is still inside, so you won’t be afraid of retribution if you do this, don’t you think so, Great Monk?”

Jingyuan knew that the tall man was asking himself, so he gave him a cold look, and said "Amitabha" without saying anything.

The policeman sighed again, and looked in the direction of his team leader. Officer Song was only interested in smoking. He didn't get any instructions, so he had to continue talking: "Believe it or not is your business, anyway, I said everything Really, the colleague of mine who went back before actually collected the hair of the deceased, and we started to investigate her identity long after we went back, do you really think we are so inefficient?"

The middle-aged and steady reporter was the first to react. He gasped first, and then said: "You mean, you have already investigated the identity of the deceased, and this deceased is actually a person who died ten years ago. people."

I didn't feel anything just now, maybe I haven't figured out the ins and outs of the matter, but now after he said this, the others also felt the chill behind them, and strange things seemed to be floating in the air.

Everything changed in an instant, and there seemed to be gusts of wind blowing in the corridor. Even the man who had been curled up in the corner raised his head again, and this time the expression on his face was even more strange and inexplicable. up.

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It’s time for all kinds of prayers again, and the mantra appeared again, but I’m hesitant to say that my health is not good today, so I won’t go into too much detail. When the seasons change, everyone pay more attention to your health. It’s really hard to be sick, so you must take good care of it. Oh, flashed. . .