"Ever since her mother came up to her in the mountains, she had asked to live in the poor nun, who she did not want to see. Jingping's choice to leave must have something to do with her mother's frequent trips to the mountains. ”

"Are you sure Jingping left the Ming Chen'an?"

"Someone in the temple saw Jingping walk out of the nunnery with their own eyes."

Abbot Huijue refers to the cold moon.

"We have enough reason to think that Jingping is still in the monastery."

Abbot Huijue suddenly raised her upper eyelids - before, Abbot Huijue's upper eyelids were always drooping, and her expression was much more serious: "Why did Captain Zhao say this?" ”

"Look at these two things."

Lin Di took out a diary and a pen from his purse, stood up, and handed them to Abbot Huijue.

Abbot Huijue took the diary and pen and swept it with his eyes: "This is—"

"This should be a quiet diary and a pen. Have you ever seen both? ”

"The poor nun has never seen it. How did you find these two things? ”

"This is what we found under the floor of the meditation room where Jingping once lived."

"Under the flooring of the meditation room? What is written on this? "Three deep grooves and one horizontal groove appeared between the eyebrows of Abbot Huijue.

"It's Jing Ping—we guess we're in—we've only seen a few, and we haven't had time to take a closer look." Zhao Zimeng looked directly at Abbot Huijue's face, and he found that Abbot Huijue's expression had a little imperceptible change, so he kept an eye on it, "When I'm free, I'll take a good look." ”

"Maybe—maybe Jingping accidentally landed in the meditation room." Some fine beads of sweat appeared on Abbot Huijue's forehead, and most importantly, the hand beads that had been moving at a uniform speed in her hands suddenly slowed down.

This possibility is very small, when Jingping went up the mountain, she only brought a few diaries and a pen, the diary is her beloved thing, the diary must have recorded a lot of important content, and may also include the reason for her sudden renunciation and departure from Mingchen Nunnery and mysterious disappearance, so she will not leave these two things at will. We analyze that there is only one possibility. When Zhao Zimeng said "the reason for the bizarre disappearance", he deliberately slowed down and raised the volume.

"What is possible?" Abbot Huijue not only raised his upper eyelids, but his eyes were also much larger than before.

"The only possibility is that Jingping had an accident, before the accident, she hid the diary and pen under the bed, the diary and the pen are the two things Jingping carries with her, these two things should be inseparable from her."

"Amitabha."

Since the comrades entered the temple, this is the first time that Abbot Huijue has said "Amitabha". The Buddha is so smart, a sentence of "Amitabha" is like a ****, it can answer any question. At this moment, the comrades could not say that Abbot Huijue did not answer the question.

Zhao Zimeng has more acute questions waiting for the abbot. Zhao Zimeng finally sensed something from Abbot Huijue's answer: "Abbot Huijue, as far as we know, before Jingping's disappearance, there were still several young nuns in your temple who disappeared mysteriously. ”

"Captain Zhao doesn't know, the Buddha Gate is not a cage, people who are related to the Buddha can come in or leave, and the Buddha Gate doesn't ask where it comes from, let alone where it goes."

"Coincidentally, the monks and nuns who disappeared mysteriously turned out to be young nuns in their twenties, this should not be an accidental coincidence!"

"Xu body Buddhism, is to endure loneliness, there are not many people who can really persevere, because the life in the temple is too hard, the young nun is hard to break, and can not withstand the temptation of red dust, the choice of vulgar is a common thing, my Buddha with compassion, willing to stay, the Buddha welcomes, unwilling to stay, the Buddha will not force to stay."

"Mingchen Nunnery has always promoted Buddhism, purifying all sentient beings, and the pure place of Buddhism is not allowed to be defiled. Amitabha. Abbot Huijue spoke softly and with a serious expression, and there were two meanings in her words: first, it was impossible for such a thing to happen in Mingchen'an; Second, don't pour sewage on Ming Chen'an.

"Of course, this is just some of our superficial analysis, we also know that this case is very complicated, and it is indeed very difficult to find out. Now, we can only focus our investigation on the Ming Chen'an, from which Jinghei mysteriously disappeared after all. So, we need your help. ”

"What does Captain Zhao command, please speak up, find out this case, it is very important for us to Mingchen Nunnery, Mingchen Nunnery is a thousand-year-old temple, and it can be regarded as one of the famous blue in the north and south of the famous river."

Abbot Huijue personally sent seven people out of the quiet courtyard.

When the comrades walked to the east of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the Wujing Temple, Lin Di suddenly took a step back, and everyone was stunned.

"Look—" Lindy said.

From Guanyin's multicolored cloak fell a yellow-colored slip of paper — the paper used in the monastery to copy scriptures — which was relatively thin.

Linghu Yunfei and Lin Di saw it at the same time - the two of them walked behind.

Linghu Yunfei rushed to Guanyin Bodhisattva with an arrow step and picked up the note from the ground.

Lin Di and Xiao Luhan circled around Guanyin Bodhisattva one clockwise and one counterclockwise, and they wanted to know who threw the note. Unfortunately, there were only three nuns in the main hall, and they all stood at a table at the entrance of the main hall to sort out the scriptures.

Among the three people, there are no familiar faces.

Linghu Yunfei opened the note, and there were two lines of words written on it: No. 187, Youfang Lane, Dongmen Town.

This is obviously an address. The purpose of the person who wrote the note was to ask the comrades to go to No. 187 Youfang Lane, Dongmen Town, and who to go to, maybe we will know when we go to the place.

Although there was only one address on the note, it was enough to excite the comrades, and it was clear that the person who wrote the note must have known something.

The words on the note are willow fonts, which shows that the person who wrote the note has a relatively high level of education, at least it shows that this person has practiced calligraphy.

Now, there are three things in front of the comrades, the first thing is to meet with Jingping's parents and confirm the diary and pen; The second thing is to go to No. 187, Youfang Lane, Dongmen Town; The third thing is to find the person who wrote the note.

At the moment, there is a certain difficulty in doing the third thing, and if you look for the person who threw the note, you have to ask the people in the temple to identify the handwriting, which is bound to alarm everyone in the temple, and if the problem is Mingchen'an, then it will startle the snake, so that the person who wrote the note will be in a very dangerous situation, which is probably the main reason why the person who wrote the note is not willing to show his head.

Therefore, at the moment, Zhao Zimeng can only do the first two things.

So, Zhao Zimeng decided to divide the army into two ways: Zhao Zimeng, Xiao Luhan and Lu Qian went to the refining house; Xiang Daimo, Lin Di and Ma Jianping to No. 187, Youfang Lane, Dongmen Town; Ling Hu Yunfei stayed in the monastery, and Ling Hu Yunfei's task was to go around the temple and get familiar with the environment, which was very important for the next criminal investigation work.

At about three o'clock, six people walked out of the Ming Chen Temple.

The two cars stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Zhao Zimeng, Xiao Luhan and Lu Qian drove to the Peng family compound; Xiang Daimo, Lin Di and Ma Jianping drove across the river to Dongmen Town.

Dongmen Town is in Jiangbei. It is the oldest ancient town in Jiangbei, most of the town is built in the Ming and Qing dynasties, it is an ancient town with mountains on three sides and water on one side.

There are three streets in the east-west direction of Dongmen Town, the middle one is called Zuosuo Street, the east is to the fish market mouth, the west is to Xiangshui Bridge, the front street is called Dongmen Front Street, and the back street is called Dongmen Back Street; There is only one street in the north-south direction, the name is Yushi Street, this street goes to Taishan Temple in the north and the ancient city wall in the south.

Youfang Lane is at the intersection of Fish Market Street and Dongmen Front Street. The aforementioned fish market entrance is the intersection of Zuosuo Street and Fish Market Street.

The fish market is the most lively in the ancient town. The most prosperous place, where businessmen gather, there are cinemas near the mouth of the fish market, there are also cinemas, the cinema is in Youfang Lane, this is a historic cinema, Mei Lanfang once sang in this cinema.

No. 187 was actually the theater of the year, after 1966, the traditional Peking Opera was replaced by modern Peking Opera, and the business of the theater deteriorated day by day, and later, the theater was transformed into a residential house, and the box of the theater became a dormitory.

The three of them walked into the courtyard gate and met an old lady who was in her old age, carrying a bamboo basket on her right arm, and several jars were placed in the bamboo basket - the mouth of the jar was open, and the jars were filled with watermelon seeds, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and broad beans. There are also some triangular paper packets in the basket.

The old man had gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a little hunched back.

"Excuse me, auntie, where is No. 187?"

There are many families living in the courtyard, and the already small courtyard is divided into several pieces.

The old lady was very enthusiastic: "I'll take you there." ”

The two men followed the old lady and walked towards the courtyard.

Xiang Daimo took the basket on the old lady's arm: "Auntie, how long do you live?" ”

"Seventy-eight."

"Seventy-eight, the body is still so strong."

"It's not tough, it's not good! You have to earn your own food and clothing. ”

Xiang Daimo didn't dare to ask any further, the seventy-eight-year-old man was still working so hard, there must be some special reason behind it.

"Auntie, what's the surname of No. 187?"

"The surname is Shang."

"What does he do?"

The eldest lady looked at Xiang Daimo, Lin Di and Ma Jianping with scrutinizing eyes: "Don't you know him?" ”

Xiang Daimo said honestly: "We only have one address on our hands. ”

"Where are you from?"

"We're from the Municipal Public Security Bureau – we're here from Mingchen Nunnery."

"I heard it, Wen Jun, the daughter of the Shang family, was a monk in Mingchen Nunnery."

Xiang Daimo stopped, he wanted to talk to the old man for a while. The person who wrote the note provided a very important clue for everyone.

"Old man, can you tell us about it?"

"This is not the place to talk, you come with me into the street, and I will tell you while I sell things." The old man looked up and pointed to a paulownia tree and said, "The Shang family is in the westernmost part of this row of houses, and the house number is on the door, you can see it clearly, there are too many years, and the house number is not very clear." ”