On September 26, 2007, when Thailand's anarchy had been going on for nearly four months, Pa Song, who had already learned of the news through a television broadcast, was honestly not hopeful that Prasda would go to the police earlier.

After all, Thailand, which has entered the stage of anarchy, will take this opportunity to show the tip of the iceberg for some things that cannot be seen, after all, they did not know who the final political victory belonged to.

Therefore, Ba Song has already prepared for the second hand.

On the first day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ba Song, as usual, left the temple after lunch, and walked to the riverside market where he and Prasda had walked together, and took advantage of the crowd to burrow into an alley.

In this alley, there lives a Muay Thai teacher, as well as a drug teacher. Compared with the Muay Thai teacher, Ba Song is very curious about the past of this drug-making teacher, and with the teacher's drug-making ability, he is fully qualified for the work of a witch doctor.

Whenever asked, the drug teacher would touch the goatee on his chin and say something that Ba Song didn't understand: "A real drug maker has no way to cure people." ”

Today, Ba Song is here to ask for medicine, to ask for the medicine that is harmful.

But to his surprise, the drug teacher was not there, while his Muay Thai teacher, a boxer in his thirties, was sitting on the steps of the doorway. When the boxer saw Ba Song coming, he did not stand up, but handed him a rather heavy envelope.

The boxer didn't say anything, and after handing the envelope to Ba Song, he just patted him on the shoulder and turned away.

After Ba Song took the envelope, he was also silent, at this moment, he only felt as if his heart was filled with something, all his emotions could not be vented, and all the words he wanted to say could not break through his vocal cords.

Silently opened the envelope in his hand, and inside were more than a dozen packets of things wrapped in black kraft paper, as well as a thin piece of stationery.

Pull it out, unfold it, and after reading it, I was stunned.

Ba Song exhaled heavily.

Then leave the alley.

No one knew what was written on the letterhead, and no one could find any trace of the letterhead, because Ba Song threw it somewhere where it could catch fire, and watched it turn to ashes.

At 9:36 a.m. on December 5, 2007, during this sensitive period, the Dara Town Police Department received a report from the public and quickly dispatched the police.

Their destination is directly to the Temple of Chaotian!

In the middle of the process, probably two battalions of troops joined the police convoy!

About three hours later, at 2:16 p.m., Sun Tong was questioned by the police with trembling hands, and fainted three times for unknown reasons on the way.

December 5th, that night.

Ba Song, who was spared from being affected because he left the Chaotian Temple early, took Prasda, who had already packed her luggage, got into a black car and left the town of Dara.

On the evening of December 7, after two days of traveling, the two came to Bangkok and settled down.

Everything is so logical.

Ba Song didn't know if all the monks of the Chaotian Temple had been poisoned to death, but he knew that Sun Tong, the abbot of the Chaotian Temple, would definitely die!

Because, the powder wrapped in black kraft paper, Ba Song placed a whole package in Sun Tong's meal, which was enough to kill him.

For unknown reasons, until May 13, 2008, Basung and Plasda had never seen any news about the town of Dara on any news channel. And on this day, suddenly a stranger came to their rented place.

That person, self-proclaimed "number 528"!