Wuwen Dao Chang suddenly said: "Captain Zhao, why don't you do this!" I know where Shunyi's hometown is, and if I want to know if Shunyi has returned to his hometown - he is still alive, just send someone to Shunyi's hometown to inquire. ”

"Dao Chief, we thought of coming together." Zhao Zimeng said.

"Shunyi's hometown is in Zhaojiazhuang, Wujia Town, Quanyang, Henan. His surname is Hong, commonly known as Hong Dabao, and his family runs a dyeing workshop. ”

So, Zhao Zimeng immediately sent Ma Jianping and Lu Qian to Zhaojiazhuang, Wujia Town, Quanyang, Henan Province.

After Ma Jianping and Lu Qian left, Zhao Zimeng sent Lin Di to Mingchen Nunnery to ask Abbot Moran. Abbot Mo Ran is the oldest nun in Ming Chen'an, more than 40 years ago, Mo Ran's age should be about 30 years old, and the time she entered the temple should be about 20 years old. Therefore, it is highly likely that she knows what happened to Ming Chen'an more than forty years ago. At the very least, the head is more familiar, and the monastery is different from other units, and the personnel are relatively stable.

Half an hour later, Abbot Mo Ran, accompanied by Mrs. Nian Ci and two other nuns, arrived at the scene.

There were four corpses on the ground alone, and Zhao Zimeng and Linghu Yunfei numbered these four corpses, from south to north, respectively No. 1, No. 2, No. 3 and No. 4. The other four corpses were placed in the grass two meters away, namely No. 5, No. 6, No. 7 and No. 8, and I will not repeat these four corpses.

From one to four, the numbers of the four bodies are placed according to the time of death.

Let's take a look at the post-mortem reports of the four bodies.

Number One:

Age, between seventeen and nineteen years old; time of death, between 41 and 43 years (the corresponding date should be 1951 to 1949); Height, one meter six five.

Number two:

Age, between 18 and 20 years old; time of death, between 43 and 45 years (the corresponding date should be between 1949 and 1947); Height, 1.60 meters.

Number Three:

Age, between twenty-one and twenty-three years; Time of death, between 45 and 47 years (the corresponding date should be between 1947 and 45); Height, one meter sixty-one.

Number Four:

Age, between twenty and twenty-two years; Time of death, between 47 and 49 years (corresponding to the time between 45 and 1943).

The four women have three very distinct characteristics:

First, the four women, the youngest being eighteen years old and the oldest twenty-three years old, were all young, nuns who had just entered the monastery.

Second, the time of the disappearance of the four women is also regular, and every once in a while, a young nun will mysteriously disappear. The interval between the killings was about two years.

Third, the height of the four women, the shortest one meter sixty, the tallest one meter six five, height is the key factor whether a woman is beautiful or not. There are only beautiful faces, no certain height, and no matter how beautiful the face is, it will not be seen. Jianzhi is the same as Zhizhen, and the prey they seek is young and beautiful nuns.

"I entered the temple at the age of sixteen, and it has been more than 50 years now, and I never dreamed that the sin began more than 50 years ago." Mo Ran's expression was solemn, "Now I think about it, I'm very afraid, when I entered the temple, the abbot asked me to work in the quiet courtyard, and soon after, I suddenly fell ill, and I had a fever for several days in a row - it was a problem with the lungs, and the abbot changed to someone else, if I was healthy, I am afraid it would be difficult to escape the clutches." ”

Abbot Mo Ran's height is about 1.62 meters - excluding the factor of body contraction, Master Mo Ran's height should be 1.634 meters back then, and Master Mo Ran's skin is also relatively white, and he must have been very beautiful when he was young.

"Life is a blessing and a curse! The person who succeeded me in serving Abbot Yijing was Qingyun, who was only sixteen years old at the time. ”

"Did this person go missing?"

Abbot Yi Jing said she was picked up by her family. Of these four people, there could be no her. ”

"Why?"

"The height is not right, Qingyun is the tallest among all the monks and nuns - at least one meter six or eight."

"What kind of place is Qingyun?"

"I don't know, in Mingchen Nunnery, monks never say where they come from, and others don't ask, everyone knows it, everyone has a past that can't be shown, so no one will reveal the deep scars in others' hearts."

I don't know where Qingyun came from, so I can't confirm whether Qingyun really went down the mountain. In the world, not everything can be clarified. The dust of time will bury something.

"Abbot Murran, please recall it carefully and see if you can search for the shadows of these four people in your memory."

"I'm thinking about that. Nianci, you go back to Mingchen Nunnery, there is a notebook under my pillow, you bring the small notebook, I wrote something down there. ”

"So be it! We'll go straight back to Mingchen Nunnery with you. Abbot Muran suddenly changed his mind.

"Okay."

Zhao Zimeng handed over the eight corpses to Master Wuwen Daochang, Daoren, and Wuji, and first found a place to be placed temporarily, and then after the case was concluded, he would do the final treatment.

Xiang Daimo and Xiao Luhan stayed behind to assist Daoist Wuwen and others in settling the corpse.

The eight corpses were placed in the bedroom of the Zhizhen of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Zhao Zimeng, Director Wang, Ling Hu Yunfei and Lin Di returned to Mingchen Nunnery with the silent abbot.

Twenty minutes later, the group walked into the back door of Mingchen Nunnery.

Everyone followed Abbot Muran and Master Nian Ci through the Jingwu Hall and the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and went straight to the mountain gate. After Mo Ran became the acting abbot, she still lived in the same place, and she still did the work of the porter.

The door was hidden, and Master Nian Ci pushed the door and walked into the gatehouse, and took out a small book about 20 centimeters long, about 15 centimeters wide, and about 1 centimeter thick from under the pillow.

Zhao Zimeng and Ling Hu Yunfei looked at each other, the small notebook was bound with yellow paper - it was bound by hand with thread, and the color of the three notes received by the comrades was also yellow, and the size of the note was exactly the same as the size of the yellow book.

At this time, an unhurried bell rang from the temple: "When-dang-dang-"

Zhao Zimeng looked at his watch, the time was half past five.

"Nian Ci, you go first, and I'll come later. Let them be careful and not be negligent. ”

Abbot Moran was referring to the finishing touches of the day. There are incense and candles in the temple, so you really have to be careful.

Nian Ci and the other two nuns took a step back, bowed to Abbot Moran and his comrades, and walked straight towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The bell just now was supposed to signal the end of the day's work at the monastery, and the comrades had been in the temple for several days and did not even notice this.

Abbot Silent let the comrades into the gatehouse.

Although the concierge is small and the furniture is relatively simple, it is well arranged and very clean.

Inside the gatehouse, there are two ordinary bamboo chairs, a straw mat on the couch, and a folded futon and bamboo pillows are stacked.

The silent abbot motioned for everyone to sit down.

Abbot Mo Ran borrowed the bell of the monastery to support the Lady Ci and the two accompanying nuns, and there must have something important to say to the comrades.

The careful Zhao Zimeng also noticed that there was a table in the silent gatehouse, and on the table - there was an inkstone against the wall, and there was a little ink in the inkstone that had not yet dried, and there was half a cut of ink on the side of the inkstone, and there was a miniature blue and white jar next to the inkstone, and there was a half-water in the small jar, and there was a pen holder next to the small jar, and there were two brushes inserted in the pen holder, and the wolf of one of the brushes was still wet.

In the middle of the table is a manuscript with pages of half-copied scriptures.

Abbot Silent turned over the book and spoke to Zhao Zimeng: "I only know that Abbot Huijue has done things that insult Buddhism, but I don't know about Abbot Yijing - Abbot Yijing is the former abbot, Abbot Yijing usually behaves strangely, she keeps a long distance from the monks and nuns in the temple, and her quiet courtyard, except for personal attendants, others can't enter casually, so it's more difficult to find out that Abbot Yijing is not than ascending to the sky." ”

The words of the silent abbot indirectly admit the fact that the note was secretly transmitted.

Zhao Zimeng took out a notebook from his pocket, opened the notebook, and took out three yellow-colored pieces of paper from it: "Master Mo Ran, did you write these three notes to us?" ”

"There is no way, when you first enter the monastery, your eyes are black, and the poor nuns see that you are working day and night, if I don't tell you something, you can't investigate this case."

"Cause and effect are reincarnated, good and evil are rewarded, you enter the nunnery, and the poor nuns know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Truth be told, I've been waiting for this day for years. But in the case of not being able to kill Huijue with one blow, Poor Ni can only do this. Mingchen Nunnery is a thousand-year-old temple, for thousands of years, many monks and nuns have settled here, and people like Huijue must not be allowed to spoil it. ”

"You know about the secret room?"

"I know that there is a secret room in Mingchen Nunnery, and I also know that the entrance to the secret room must be in the quiet courtyard, but where the entrance is, the poor nun does not know; Poor Ni also knew that the disappearance of Jingping and Qing Shui and others must have something to do with Huijue, but he didn't know the secret. ”

Abbot Mo Ran covered his mouth with his hands, coughed dryly, and continued: "I can't just talk about things that I still don't understand, but as long as I know something, I must tell you, maybe it will help you in your work." ”

"When did you first become suspicious of Abbot Huijue?"

"It's been a long time coming."

"Can you tell us about it?"

Mo Ran flipped through the small yellow notebook and said: "Poor Ni has a habit of remembering things for a long time, as long as it is something that I can't figure out - or strange things, I will write it down in this small book, if there are words, it will be long, if there is no word, it will be short, and I will start writing from time to time. ”

Zhao Zimeng noticed that there were signs of wear and tear on the edge of the small notebook in Abbot Moran's hand - this was the result of frequent flipping.

Abbot Silent flipped to one of the pages and suddenly stopped: "You see—"