Abyss of ignorance

Chapter 271
Sunny days with no clouds in the sky.At night, a bright moon hangs high above the Temple of the City God.

The spectators dispersed, and Chenghuang Temple ushered in the most depressed days in recent years.With regard to Ding Manguan's death, along with the legend of the City God, it is constantly fermenting, and various rumors of death in the underworld spread like wildfire.

It was almost midnight, and the bustling streets were silent. From far to near, the sound of a person's footsteps was very clear.

Lin Xiaodong's tall figure appeared in the dark night, walking step by step towards the Town God's Temple.

Stepping into the gate, Daoist Dong is setting up an altar, enshrining tablets, setting up soul-calling banners, and chanting words, while the little Taoist priest is burning paper money beside him.

In the main hall, the City God still looked down, half-smiling but not smiling, as if he knew what had happened but was neither sad nor happy.

Lin Xiaodong's arrival didn't interrupt Daoist Dong's prayer. He concentrated on reciting scriptures and knelt down, and didn't get down from the altar until the end of a paragraph.

"Captain Lin, why are you here at this point..." Under the candlelight, Dong Daochang's complexion was not very good. It seemed that Ding Manguan's death was a big blow to him.

"Who are you?" Lin Xiaodong said, looking at Ding Manguan's tablet on the altar.

"Well, it's good to be a fellow Taoist. He passed away miserably. I was afraid that his soul would linger, so I did a ritual for him. I just recited the "Taishang Dongxuan Lingbao's Wonderful Sutra for Rescuing Suffering and Exorcising Sin". Paradise of Bliss." Dong Daochang sighed.

"How long have you known each other?" Lin Xiaodong asked.

"That's five years."

"Ding Manguan may not be his real name, do you know what he did before he came to Chenghuang Temple?"

"Officer Lin, there are three things we Taoists don't ask about: longevity, worldly affairs, and place of origin. I really can't help you with what you said." Taoist priest Dong shook his head slightly.

"Then during the five years you've been together, have you seen anyone close to him?" Lin Xiaodong continued to ask.

"We cultivators only love the white clouds outside the world, and don't care about the fireworks in the world. When it comes to friends, they are just some friends." Dong Daochang spread his hands.

"Well, I understand, your social circle is very single, doesn't that mean?" Lin Xiaodong said.

Dong Daochang shook his head, and sighed: "I don't know who the Slam has offended and wants to kill him!"

At this time, the night wind blew, and the soul-calling banner on the altar suddenly shook a few times, as if it was really sensed by a ghost, and wept silently.

Lin Xiaodong glanced at the altar, and murmured: "Daochang, I'm afraid Ding Manguan can't be saved so easily. If there really is a world of bliss after death, I don't think he may be able to reach it."

"We have practiced for many years, and we have accumulated some blessings. I will give him more..." Dong Daochang's voice just fell, and coincidentally, the three sticks of incense on the sacrificial table suddenly fell from the ash. The look in his eyes when he saw this scene was full of fear, which didn't seem to be a good omen.

Lin Xiaodong also saw this scene, and said in a deep voice, "Because of what he has done, he is doomed to fall into the abyss of ignorance."

"It seems that Captain Lin, I don't know what you know." Dong Daozhang shook his head, "If he really did something heinous, it would be really unfortunate for our family."

Lin Xiaodong looked around: "Your place, in the middle of the night, can anyone come in?"

"We locked the door after ten o'clock. What you saw today is an exception. The door is opened to summon the soul." Dong Daochang said seriously.

For a materialist like Lin Xiaodong, to enter the language family of Dong Daochang, sometimes he has to go around in his head.

Lin Xiaodong looked at his watch: "Ding Manguan was killed around this time." It seems that this time was specially chosen to deduce the case, and he walked to the door, "Who has the key to the door?" ?”

"There are only three of us. For convenience, everyone has one." Dong Daochang said.

Lin Xiaodong looked at the chain lock hanging on the door, and then looked towards the backyard: "He didn't wear shoes, and he was on the bed at the time... It wasn't him who opened the door."

He muttered to himself, then looked at Taoist Master Dong and the young Taoist priest: "Who locked the door on the day Ding Manguan died?"

"Um, this..." Dong Daochang seemed unsure for a moment.

At this time, the little Taoist priest on the side said: "It's Senior Man Guan, I was going to lock the door that day, but Senior Brother said he would lock it later, let me do other things."

Lin Xiaodong didn't speak after hearing this, and walked towards the side room, pushed open Ding Manguan's room, his eyes fell on the place where he put his shoes, and murmured: "He left the door open for the other party, but even so, why was he killed?" Didn’t you wear shoes when you were there?”

There was no light in the room, and the moonlight was bright enough to see the outlines of the room.On the pure white wall during the day, there is a small area on the wall next to Ding Manguan's bed that glows green, as if there are fireflies lying on it.

Lin Xiaodong approached cautiously, and the "firefly" never flew away in surprise. When he approached again, he realized that it was a small piece of fluorescent paint stuck on the wall. He turned his head to look at the door of the wing room, and not far away, Dong Daochang started to He performed a new round of rituals, muttering words, accompanied by shaking candles and burning paper money, performing an ancient ceremony that lasted for thousands of years.

Lin Xiaodong seemed to be able to see that on that June night, someone came quietly from the direction of the gate, pushed open the door that Ding Manguan had concealed, and walked to his bedside.

"Ding Manguan knows." Lin Xiaodong murmured, it was past midnight, and it was the coolest time in Linzhou. Ding Manguan's body, like the temperature, gradually became colder that night.

……

On the second floor of the Linzhou Public Security Bureau, Yue Jianfeng called "Team Lin". He was as efficient as ever and walked up to Lin Xiaodong with great interest: "Team Lin, the test results of the fluorescent paint on the wall of Ding Manguan's bedroom have come out." Already." With a delicate expression, he put the report in front of Lin Xiaodong.

Lin Xiaodong picked it up and took a look: "Huh? In addition to fluorescent powder, there are talcum powder, oil and pigment?" He looked up at the confident Yue Jianfeng.

"Talc, oils, pigments... to put it simply, they are cosmetics such as foundation used by girls."

"Phosphor powder, cosmetics..." Lin Xiaodong pondered.

Apparently, Yue Jianfeng had come to his own conclusion, and couldn't wait to say: "I've already gone to make a preliminary inquiry. Recently, there was a fluorescent party in the bar of Xingtiandi, and the participants would wear fluorescent powder on their bodies. I have asked them to use the ingredients you found. I compared it with the fluorescent powder used at the party, and the results will come out soon.”

"Bar? Party? With a Taoist priest?" Lin Xiaodong scratched his head, "This is interesting."

(End of this chapter)