Volume 4 "Feng Shui Master"

1985 year

In a dilapidated Taoist temple on the outskirts of Shanghai, a young Taoist boy guards a briquette stove that is always bright and dark, and holds a thread-bound version of the "Funeral Sutra" in his small hands covered with frostbite, and looks at it intently. Whenever he read something incisive, he would unconsciously nod his head and slap his thigh again.

"Smack"

"Oops!" Xiaodao Tong was fascinated by reading, and suddenly someone slapped him on the head from behind. Putting down the book in his hand, rubbing the bulging swollen bag on his head, he turned around and said to a sloppy old man dissatisfiedly, "Master, why are you secretly beating me!" ”

The sloppy old Taoist snorted coldly with a straight face, bent down and picked up the book that Xiao Daotong put down, and glanced at the words "Funeral Sutra" on the book. Then he angrily rolled up the book and slapped it on Xiaodaotong's head.

Xiao Daotong held his head in his aggrieved hands, with tears in his eyes, and asked the sloppy old man crying, "Master, why are you beating me again!" ”

The sloppy old man looked at the seven-year-old boy, sighed, stretched out an old and shriveled hand, kindly touched the head of the little Taoist boy, and said to him in a kind tone, "Child, do you know what schools of feng shui are divided into?" ”

Xiao Daotong didn't understand why the master suddenly asked himself such a simple question, but he still answered the sloppy old Taoist with a childish childish voice, "Tell the master, Feng Shui is divided into two schools." ”

"Well, that's good! What is form? What is the reason? The sloppy old man stroked his sparse beard and asked.

"The form is the shape method, focusing on the terrain, which is the so-called dragon point; Reason is the law, pay attention to the orientation pattern. ”

After listening to Xiao Daotong's answer, the sloppy Taoist bowed slightly, and then asked him, "So does this Taoist view belong to the form law or the reason?" ”

"This view belongs to the line of Reason."

"Yes, what branch of the Dharma does the Buddha belong to?"

Xiao Daotong thought for a while, and then replied, "Master, we belong to the branch of the law lineage, Fu Zhenfa, specializing in Yang Mansion Feng Shui. ”

"Then you still read the Book of Burials!" While speaking, the sloppy old man "snapped" the little Taoist boy's head with the scrolled book.

Xiao Daotong was a little stunned by the sloppy old way, looked at him in confusion and said, "Master, master, are you addicted to beating me?" ”

The sloppy old man found a chair and sat down, waving his hand to signal the little Taoist boy to come to him.

Xiao Daotong timidly walked to his side, sloppy old Dao picked him up and sat on his lap, and said to him seriously, "Child, the master is too old to guard you for a few days, although you are an orphan, but you are also talented." The master is afraid that after he dies, no one will be able to teach you how to be a good person, and he is afraid that you will go astray. ”

Xiao Daotong was very uncomfortable when he was said, and threw himself into the arms of the sloppy old Taoist and sobbed and said, "The master will not die, woo woo... I don't want to leave the master... The master is my only relative... Woowoo woo ......"

The sloppy old Taoist kindly patted the back of the little Taoist child, and said in a calm tone, "Child, there is no banquet in the world, everything is destined, the origin and the fate are extinguished, and going with the flow is the way." ”

"The next words, you have to remember well, remember to remember ......"

"As a teacher, why don't you learn the "Book of Burial" That's for a reason, since ancient times, all tombs have been dug, no matter how much you learn, it's not a waste? Besides, it's different now, the country advocates cremation, where do you go to find the dragon point? ”

"The way of the world now, as a teacher, can be regarded as understanding, it is all about living in the present. If you can properly integrate the secret art of this view, you will not only be prosperous and rich in the future, but also ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing. ”

After the sloppy old man said these words, he took out a tattered booklet from his sleeve pocket, stuffed it into the little Taoist boy's hand, and then continued:

"The book is called "The House of Gold", why did you choose such a name? There is a saying. ”

"Placing different items in a room, plus choosing different layouts, can play different roles for the owner of the house."

"Placing it in the right place can make people feel refreshed and do more with less. On the contrary, it can make people restless and work with half the effort. ”

"Why do the gamblers in the stalls only lose and don't win? And why can some families last for a hundred years? You just need to read this book to find the answer. ”

"Being a teacher is not to belittle the form and law, but to say it on a case-by-case basis, and the so-called blessing of future generations is simply self-deception. Find a place to dig a pit and bury people, and you can get the benefits for several lifetimes? As a teacher, I don't believe it. ”

"Child, after you learn this book, just remember not to do it for evil. Okay, let's rest early, I'm tired of being a teacher. ”

After the sloppy old man finished speaking, he found that Xiao Daotong didn't know when he had fallen asleep. Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, he picked up Xiao Daotong and walked to the bed, gently put him down on the bed and pulled the quilt. After settling the little Daotong, the sloppy old man quietly left the room with his hands behind his back.

In 2015

On the 68th floor of a 5A-level office building in Shanghai's CBD business district, a middle-aged man in a delicate custom suit is sitting behind a rosewood desk, holding a hardcover version of "Zhou Yi" and looking at it with relish.

"Master Ling, your coffee." A graceful young assistant gently places a cup of coffee on the desk with her slender hand.

"Well, what's the matter?"

The assistant replied in a sweet voice: "Boss Zhang, I've been waiting outside the door for a long time." ”

Master Ling casually put the book in his hand on the desk, took a sip of coffee, and calmly said to the assistant, "Let him go, just say that the quota is full today." ”

"Okay, Master Ling." After speaking, the assistant bowed to him slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Master Ling suddenly thought of something, and immediately stopped the assistant.

The assistant obediently turned back to his desk and asked with a smile, "What else does Master Ling command?" ”

Master Ling pointed to "Zhou Yi" on the table, and said to her seriously, "You can take this book back and read it carefully, as my assistant, you must know some relevant knowledge." ”

The assistant carefully picked up the book from the table, hugged it in his arms, and said gently, "Thank you Master Ling for your cultivation, I'm going out." ”

"Well, go ahead!" After sending the assistant away, Master Ling got up and walked behind the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looked at the bustling street scene outside the window, and gradually recalled the scene back then......

"Old Cheng Ha, are you idle these days, what are you doing to investigate this kind of case? Didn't I say, I don't know how many suicide cases there are every year, can you finish investigating? ”

I looked at Li Rusong's impatient appearance, and said helplessly, "Do you think I'm full and panicked?" I promised someone to help see the situation. ”

Li Rusong smiled and said, "Old Chengha, you have a very wild path, even the regional leaders of the FBI are looking for your help." ”

"Don't mess with me, help me find it!" I feel that since Wu Shaodong was suspended for investigation, this product has completely let go of itself, and it has become more and more out of shape.

After a few minutes, Li Rusong pointed to the computer screen and said to me, "Lao Cheng, do you see this is it?" ”

I looked at the "Miller. Stephen," the name says, "click through to see the details." ”

Li Rusong clicked on the document and said, "O, you read slowly", and then got up and gave up his seat to me.

After sitting down, I looked at the computer carefully:

Name: Miller. Stephen/Mille

. Stephe

Gender: Male

Date of birth: June 8, 1990

Nationality: 米国

Case Summary: On December 5, 2014, Hu Xiaomei, a cleaner at the Haitian Hotel in Shanghai, reported to the police hotline that a body had been found while cleaning her room.

The police hotline handed over the report to the Criminal Police Brigade of the Fengxiang District Public Security Bureau for processing. After the Fengxiang District Public Security Bureau took over the case, the police inspected the Haitian Hotel in Shanghai and found the body of a foreign man in room 806 of the hotel.

The deceased man is 24 years old, of American nationality, and his full name is Miller. Stephen. The person arrived in Shanghai on 1 May 2014 on a travel visa and did not leave the region.

After the autopsy, it was found that the person had taken a large amount of benzodiazepines (sleeping pills), which caused excessive central nervous system depression and cardiac arrest.

Through multiple evidence-gatherings, the man's life was normal during his stay in China, and no abnormalities were found. On November 17, 2014, I was diagnosed with moderate depression accompanied by mild insomnia by the psychiatric department of the Second People's Hospital of Shanghai.

After investigation at the scene of the crime, no traces of intrusion by a third party were found, and most of the traces of recent activities at the scene were generated by the man himself, and a small number were generated by hotel service personnel. After investigation, it was found that the hotel service staff had no motive or time for committing the crime.

Conclusion: Miller Stephen, a Mikani man, died from an overdose of benzodiazepines.

After reading this report, I didn't find any suspicion about Miller's suicide, so I asked Li Rusong to help me read it, and after reading it, he said to me, "Old Chengha, suicide is basically no problem, especially for foreigners' cases, it is even more impossible to arbitrarily identify." ”

I frowned and thought for a moment, "There is nothing suspicious about the case itself, but is there anything outside the case?" ”

Li Rusong read the report again, pondered for a while, and said, "If there is any doubt, it is his depression." I feel that if that kid suffers from moderate depression in his hometown, can he rest assured that he came to Huaxia alone? ”

After listening to Li Rusong's words, I suddenly said, "That's the case, and he only has a diagnosis and treatment record in November 14 on the file, unless this is a recurrence of his original condition, it is impossible to get moderate depression for no reason." ”

Li Rusong nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, there is always a development process for depression, that kid got moderate all of a sudden, unless he is talented, otherwise I think it is impossible." ”

I was amused by his "talented" sentence "Lao Li, you are really bad, but there is some truth." I'll ask the old guy John first to see if Miller has a history of depression. ”

After speaking, I immediately dialed John's phone, and before I could speak, John, the old fellow, spoke first.

"Captain Cheng, it's a pleasure to receive your call, it seems that you are ready to take on Miller's case."

I feel too tired to talk to a politician like him, so I don't go around in circles with him, "I haven't made a decision on whether to take the case or not, I want to ask, has Miller ever had a mental illness?" ”

The answer on the other end of the line was categorical, "No, Miller has never been mentally ill, and if Captain Cheng doesn't believe me, I can fax you a copy of his details." ”

"I see, fax it to me as soon as possible. By the way, there is another question, what is the purpose of Miller's visit to Huaxia? ”

John listened to my question and was silent for a few seconds before answering, "Miller has been obsessed with some mysterious things since he was a child, and he came to Huaxia to study what you call Feng Shui. ”

Got the information I wanted to know, and I said to John, "Okay, I hope you don't lie to me, hang up." ”

"Captain Cheng, I'll wait for your good news, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, I said to Li Rusong with a wicked smile, "Lao Li, you seem to have gained a lot of weight recently, it's time to lose weight, right?" ”

Li Rusong looked at me vigilantly and replied, "Old Cheng, your uncle, how can you be so bad now." What do you want? ”

I smiled and said, "Investigate the case!" ”