B doesn't like to be disturbed when he plays. He was a graduate student in breeding at Kasetsart University. Unfortunately, he doesn't like durian either. This has caused a lot of trouble for his current studies and future work. So in order to divert his attention and numb the nerves that were already irritable by the tutor, his girlfriend C accompanied him here to play a script kill. Luckily, he came across a classic book for the first time.

This book called "Suspect No. 7" had just spread at the time.,This is a hardcore book of ontological reasoning.,That is, there are no demons and monsters and sci-fi plots.,Mainly based on the chain of evidence and timeline to deduce the truth.。 B gets the role of Franklin, a wealthy American businessman. It must be admitted that B is a young man with a talent for reasoning, and after several hours of fierce battles, he successfully deduced the real murderer when others were not very powerful and the second perspective was missing. In the eyes of others, B became obsessed with it, and it was uncomfortable not to play a few times a week. To this end, he organized the first script killing club at the Agricultural University, and after complaining a few times about his girlfriend's lack of intelligence, C left him and threw himself into the arms of another classmate he complained about.

B is not resentful about this, if it weren't for the fact that his parents run a durian sorting factory in Chanthaburi Province and he is the eldest son in the family, he would have dropped out of school long ago. B's seriousness lies in the fact that he treats the script as if it were a real case, and his companions are stunned to see the notes and dense sketches he has made seriously. Sadly, however, in addition to losing his girlfriend, B's dormitory has been burglarized twice, and the burglars seem to be deliberately trying to provoke B - but so far the case has not been solved.

So the first meeting between B and Cao Degong was unpleasant, conflicting, and awkward. Fortunately, Lao Cao made it clear in time that he was an identity and not a pistol. B heard the two words of the detective shine in his eyes, and Lao Cao said to Chen Xin afterwards, I recognized this person at that time. And when B proposed not to be paid, but only to reimburse the communication expenses, Lao Cao was simply overjoyed.

B and Lao Cao direct one-line contact. Lao Cao took Chen Xin's ID and shook it in front of B, and B was convinced. What he cares about is finding clues and reasoning process, where does he know that real human nature is far more poisonous than those scripts.

The first task now is to find out where the largest source of methamphetamine in Bangkok is currently hidden. According to some of the minions that were captured, it was delivered by a different person each time, and these people looked stupid and fierce, which seemed a little abnormal. The clue given to B was that the Red Panther Nightclub's competitor, the Big Tycoon, sent someone to give Cao Degong information about the last time they traded in the Red Panther, including the time, place, price, and so on. Cao gave all of this to B. Soon, in retaliation, the red panther also reported the rich man to Chen Xin. Naturally, this information is brought together here.

These methamphetamine prices are much cheaper than those from the Golden Triangle, so they immediately occupied the market. Thailand's military, police and gangsters are all watching this wave of rivals. The momentum is violent, the comers are not good, and the trading methods are all completed online, which is impossible to prevent.

Detective fiction begins with Edgar Allan Poe, later Anna Catherine Green, Emile Gaborio plus Sherlock Holmes' master Conan. Doyle, the famous Agatha Christie, and Japan's Edogawa Ranbu, as well as many modern mystery writers who make a living from it, are said to have written all possible genres. Later generations are nothing more than standing or hugging on the shoulders or laps of these giants, making a gesture of writing. B doesn't think so. He said to Cao Degong that everyone is familiar with the well-known "hiding trees in the forest", twins, changing identities, etc., which are indeed suspicious of typology, but how can every trick change, different characters and environments, have the same effect?

Two days later, B passed a note to Cao Degong through a friend of the college script killing club. Cao opened it and looked at it, there was only a string of numbers on it, 0809253328143625. Cao Degong had no interest in this kind of cryptography, and he wanted to throw away this mysterious thing, but after thinking about it, he stayed at home.

One day Cao Degong came home after fooling around outside, and his wife was lying on the bed waiting for him. He took a shower, dried his hair, and dug into the bed, preparing to fall asleep. Madame pulled up the quilt and slapped him on the waist, Lao Cao was in pain, sat up suddenly, and did not dare to attack, and turned his head to the side.

I'll tell you something. Lao Cao was still silent.

My cousin said that the college student who used to come to his store to play has not seen me for a long time, and asked me if I know how he is. How do I know, hey, you know what?

Lao Cao pretended not to know and said, I wanted to pretend not to know, but I really didn't know. Madame slapped her again, who did she put this and this with?

However, something happened to B. A month later, a body was found near the mouth of the Chao Phraya River in Bangkok Bay, and when the police arrived, they found that the body was highly decomposed, but through DNA comparison of the deceased, it was determined that it was college student B.

Cao Degong, who got the news, was in a trance. He felt that he had killed B, and he didn't dare to go to Chen Xin's side to publicly fight for B's honor and bereavement. I had to go to the Temple of the Erawan Buddha to burn incense and pray for B. Halfway through the burn, a monk walked up to him and whispered, Is this Mr. Detective, please?

This frightened Cao Degong a lot. He replied vaguely, Who are you?

The man clasped his hands together and whispered, "Please come with me." There was an irresistible magic in the sound. Cao Degong was stunned for a moment, he looked around, everything was as usual, because it was early in the morning, and there were few pilgrims in the temple.

Reluctantly, he followed the monk to the back hall. Seeing him come in, the monk closed the door, and Cao Degong was even more shocked, and unconsciously retreated. Seeing this, the monk said slowly, Mr. don't panic.

It turned out that although this monk was in Buddhism, he got acquainted with B because he liked script killing. Thai monks are different from other countries, they move freely and can eat meat. The monk told Cao Degong that B had been here before his disappearance, and told him that Mr. Detective would definitely come here to burn incense, which showed that B had sensed the danger, but why didn't he seek help from himself and Chen Xin? Cao Degong couldn't figure it out.

Seeing this, the monk understood his inner thoughts, and said, B knew that he was going to die at that time, except for the important information he passed on to you, you didn't react, and his girlfriend left him and couldn't get back, so he had no desire to survive for a long time. He tried to kill himself several times, but he couldn't. This time, under the pretense of the hands of the devil, he was able to attract the attention of the state and the police, and promote goodness to eliminate demons, wouldn't it be a great blessing for him in the afterlife? He also left Mr. Detective a note. After speaking, the monk solemnly opened the wooden fish base on his desk and handed the note to Cao Degong, which was still a string of numbers.

Cao Degong returned home in a panic, although his wife was violent, but her heart was very gentle, and told him that this matter was not difficult. Cao Degong had no choice but to hand over the two notes to his wife and asked her to take them to his cousin, who spread the hero's post and gathered all the Bangkok script killers to crack the code on the note.

In the end, the answer is simply laughable. These numbers come in pairs and represent the 44 letters of the Thai language. It's just that the order cannot be from front to back, but from back to front. The answer is:

Seven treasures of the Buddha Mountain, in front of the heavy ear palace.