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Can you believe it? A murderer can be so cruel that he kills and tortures in the Buddha's gate and boils oil in front of the Buddha.

At the beginning of September, the Strange Case Squad received permission from the Superintendent to take a two-week vacation for solving three cases in a row. Xie Ziheng asked Lu Zhenhuan: "Zhenhuan, where are you going in the past two weeks?" Lu Zhenhuan replied: "Go to Nanshan Fuyou Temple!" Xie Ziheng said happily after hearing this: "It just so happens that I want to go too, why don't you go together?" Lu Zhenhuan glanced at him and nodded.

The next day, before Xie Ziheng and Lu Zhenhuan went down to the garage to pick up the car, Zhao Shen and Xiang Haoshan came over with bags on their backs. Zhao Shen panted and said, "Damn, I finally have time to keep up with the team!" Xiang Haoshan said: "Yes, yes, I finally caught up!" Xie Ziheng looked at Lu Zhenhuan and then at Zhao Shen, sighed and said: "I just want to go to the mountain with Zhenhuan to eat and fast, and chant Buddha, you said that you two can't calm down and go to the Buddha Gate to do something!" ”

The result is good, Zhao Shen and Xiang Haoshan each sent a message to the circle of friends before the trip: If I disturb the heart of the Buddha of Team Xie during the vacation, I will hand over my salary for the month as compensation! Xie Ziheng almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood after reading the news sent out by the circle of friends, and he pointed at Zhao Shen and Xiang Haoshan speechless for a long time.

Nanshan Fuyou Temple is located in the north of the Superintendent's Bureau, Nanshan is the name of the place, is a prosperous ancient town at the foot of the mountain; And the Fuyou Temple on the mountain has the reputation of a thousand-year-old temple: it is entrenched in the middle of the mountainside, the temple on the top of the temple is glazed and brilliant, the green tiles and red walls are like the palace of Beijing City, there are many monks in the temple, the cigarette smoke is swirling, and the chanting sound is mixed with the voice of the pilgrims.

It is said that there are many legends of Fuyou Temple, but the most convincing is that during the anti-Japanese period, the tenth abbot Wuqing Master helped the Communist Party to escape the search of the Japanese soldiers, after the reform and opening up, people's lives are rich and beautiful, and the pilgrims and believers of Fuyou Temple are also increasing. Lu Zhenhuan's grandmother is one of the many believers, and Lu Zhenhuan was also enlightened by the twelfth abbot Master Deshan to get out of the shadow of delusion.

On the first night of staying in Fuyou Temple, Zhao Shen heard a strange bell ringing when he was resting in the guest room, and he asked Xiang Haoshan: "Ah Hao, did you hear the strange sound from outside?" It looks like a bell, don't you say? Xiang Haoshan replied in a daze: "Where is the bell ringing so late?" Don't be suspicious, I feel like you've become a god after you came back from Ling County. "You're so suspicious, I heard it wrong, can't I?" Zhao Shen said angrily, but he didn't hear Xiang Haoshan's answer for a long time. He was about to speak when he heard a loud noise on the side, okay, Xiang Haoshan actually fell asleep, and he was snoring like thunder!

That night, a black shadow sneaked into the sound transmission pavilion in the west of Fuyou Temple, only to hear the sound of "ouch", two black shadows were running one after the other, the black shadow in front of him was limping, and the one behind was weak.

At 5 o'clock in the morning of the next day, the monk who got up early found Yun Zhihai, a guest who had fallen near the listening platform not far from the Transmission Pavilion, and when he was found, his limbs were lying stiffly on the ground, and his abdomen was bloodstained and coagulated; Moreover, during Lu Zhenhuan's later examination, it was found that in addition to the three stabs in the abdomen, the deceased had also been nailed nine nails on his back, each of which penetrated deep into the acupuncture points on his back, forming a twisted curve.

Lu Zhenhuan and Xie Ziheng were woken up by the sound of the morning bell in the temple, and they went out one after another to rush to the noisy scene. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he probably didn't wake up, and then hurriedly closed the door and caught up with Lu Zhenhuan.

And in the room with the door closed, under the chair where Xie Ziheng placed his clothes last night, there was a long-dried footprint, and I don't know how long ago, it was still a fresh bloody footprint.