In the evening, Boss Wu invited us all to drive to a restaurant near Ertaizi for dinner, which is a farmhouse restaurant, all of which are Northeast characteristics. Originally, I wanted to remind him that Kaohsiung and Azanlong don't like to eat Northeast food, but I thought that this place is located in the suburbs of the Dadong District, which is a relatively poor place in Shenyang, and it is unlikely that there are any good Cantonese restaurants, so forget it. Stewed chicken and goose, stewed live fish, all kinds of Northeast cold dishes, Boss Wu and others all ate very fragrant, especially his two nephews, who may not have eaten seriously for many days, and almost buried their heads in the bowl.

As I expected, Kaohsiung and Azanlong looked at this large table of rich Northeast characteristic farmhouse stew, and their faces turned into bitter melons. Over there, Boss Wu and Deputy Director Zhang were still persuading, introducing the origin and characteristics of this dish to the two of them. In Kaohsiung's eyes, eating these things is better than being hungry, but the stomach is not forgiving, so the two of them have to force themselves to eat. I asked the waiter to serve green and red peppers with pork and diced chicken, and fried a large plate of jambalaya for the two. There is no harm if there is no comparison, this kind of nondescript fried rice is impossible to eat in Kaohsiung in normal times. But compared with the Northeast stew, he immediately felt that it was a delicacy in the world, and he and Azanlong actually shared a large plate of rice and ate it all.

In the evening, Deputy Factory Director Zhang arranged for several of us to be in the workers' dormitory, and the two Wu guys still watched the hospital. Because Azanlong is here, Kaohsiung and I are not afraid. In the middle of the night, I had a dream, I dreamed that I was in the woods, sitting on a tree, there were many dark shadows below trying to climb up the tree and drag me down, some of them had almost touched my feet with their hands, I was very anxious, shouted Kaohsiung's name, and woke up. Covered in cold sweat, I found myself standing in the hallway of the dormitory, Kaohsiung holding my shoulders tightly and Azanlong standing across from me.

I felt sick all over, my heart was pounding, and I was about to jump out of my throat. Kaohsiung helped me back to my dormitory room, saying that I slipped out by myself in the middle of the night and stopped me halfway. I thought to myself, I've never been sleepwalking, what's wrong tonight?

"It's those yin spirits," Kaohsiung said, "that they have a grudge in their hearts, and they dare to sneak out in the middle of the night to target living people who are sleeping nearby, like you." I nodded, thinking to myself that you are also a living person, so why don't you bother you. The next morning, we went to the small canteen in the factory, and I drank two bowls of millet porridge in a row before I felt warmed up. When I asked my two nephews if they slept in the factory at night, they shook their heads again and again: "I don't dare to sleep even if I am killed, I heard that the five suicides in the factory before were all sleepwalking to death in the middle of the night when they were sleepwalking." ”

At noon, when he ate in the cafeteria, Azanlong did not attend, and only had a fried rice delivered to his dormitory in the office building. During the banquet, Boss Wu mentioned the incident of Azanlong taking off his shoes and stepping on the sofa yesterday, and asked if these Thai mages who practiced the Dharma were so informal.

Kaohsiung said: "Of course not! Azanlong is stumbling!"

The second nephew asked, "What, what is a stumbling stumbling?" Oh, I see, this mage has a wound on his leg that has not healed yet, and it is all scabbed, so he has to sit cross-legged, right?" Kaohsiung cried and laughed, and asked if there was a computer. Anyway, after eating, everyone returned to Deputy Director Zhang's office, there was a laptop on the table, and Kaohsiung asked his second nephew to search for the words "half-kneeling chair sitting" on the Internet, and a lot of pictures came out. As a result, we see that the portrait of the Bodhisattva in the picture is in two poses, one is that the left leg is bent flat and the right leg is drooping, and the other is that the left leg is bent and the right leg is bent and stepped on, which seems to be very casual.

This is the half-kneeling posture, and it is also one of the postures in which Buddhas and Bodhisattvas meditate. Kaohsiung explained, "These two sitting postures are generally only used by monks and laymen, and they were handed down by ancient Buddhas and bodhisattvas and used exclusively for practice. The white-clothed Azan is a Theravada layman, so they also use it. ”

Only then did everyone understand, and I asked, "The black-clothed master who cultivates the black method must not be used, right?" Kaohsiung said that the black-clothed master is not practicing the Buddhist method, so how can he use knots.

In the blink of an eye, it was night again, Kaohsiung took Azanlong to the workers' dormitory, and I saw that less than 20 workers were washing in the dormitory, but they did not change their uniforms, which was the result of the coordination of Deputy Factory Director Zhang. There are now sixty or seventy workers in the factory, which means that it is not easy for these people to stay overnight. Kaohsiung instructed these workers not to have any worries, the Thai mage is also living in the workers' dormitory tonight, everyone can sleep at ease, but do not take off their clothes and shoes, and put shovels and pickaxes and other tools in the house, so that they can get them at hand. The dormitory door does not need to be locked, and the door of the dormitory should not be locked at night, just close. The workers were all skeptical, but probably seeing Azanlong's presence, they all agreed.

With last night's experience, I didn't dare to sleep again tonight, so I had to play the snake game on my phone. At 11:40, Kaohsiung came out of the dormitory next door, carrying a gray coarse cloth backpack, and whispered to me that it was almost enough to stay in the corridor. I followed him to the corner staircase of the hallway, Kaohsiung had already moved two plastic chairs in the corner, and we sat and chatted in a low voice. Just after twelve o'clock, I suddenly saw the door of the innermost dormitory in the corridor open, and a figure walked very slowly, not crookedly, towards me.

I was about to ask a question, but Kaohsiung raised his hand to signal that he was silent, but he had to watch the man approach. As I passed the door of Azanlong's dormitory, I saw that Azanlong had also left the room, slowly followed the man, and walked downstairs together. As he passed in front of me, by the dim moonlight, I saw that this man was one of the workers I had seen in the evening, and because he was bald, he was easily recognized.

Kaohsiung stood up and gestured for me to follow. Out of the dormitory, the bald worker walked straight to the factory, and turned in the direction of the quality inspection workshop after entering the gate. There are no lights in the factory, and there are no windows in the corridors, so you can barely see your fingers. There is only a large lock hanging from the door of the workshop. The bald worker seemed to have night vision, so he took off the lock and threw it on the ground, pushing the door in. Like a ghost, Azanlong followed the bald worker less than two meters away, and the bald worker seemed to be completely unsightly. Entering the workshop, he stood motionless on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

After about ten minutes, the bald man slowly turned around and happened to take a picture of Azanlong standing behind him. I wondered what I could do, if I would alarm him, for I had heard that sleepwalkers should not be woken up, otherwise they would easily get sick. I may have been woken up by Kaohsiung last night.