Forensic without kites

Chapter 392 That Still Photo Is Too Cruel

In the center of the city, away from the hustle and bustle, a majestic temple sits alone on the top of Mount Sumeru.

There are constant pilgrims here, and the Dharma is passed on forever.

One day, the little novice monk who had just received the precept broke the precept, and he accidentally killed a living being.

When the abbot found out, he was very angry and punished him to kneel in the Daxiong Hall to plead guilty to the Buddha Sakyamuni.

The little novice remained silent and knelt in the Daxiong Hall for a whole day without eating or drinking.

At the next evening, the abbot came over after finishing his evening class and asked him, "Ming Hai, do you know what's wrong?"

It was already dark at this time, and monks had already gone up to light the lamps in the main hall. Under the blue sky and night, the beasts with five spines and six beasts lying all over the temple could no longer be seen clearly, and even the red wall with tiles outside seemed to be coated with a layer of gray Like, hazy, as beautiful as smoke.

Ming Hai knelt straight, Buddha Shakyamuni lowered his eyes as if sweeping over him, so merciful, so gentle, he was a little dazed, thinking that the Buddha had really appeared, so he hurriedly looked closely, only to find that the Buddha still had Gold bling and nothing.

"Master." Ming Hai called out.

He was a child picked up by the abbot. He was accepted as a closed disciple by the abbot since he was a child, and he was highly valued.

The abbot held the Buddha beads in one hand and recited Amitabha.

Ming Hai said in a low voice, "Abbot, I'm not wrong."

"Amitabha Buddha. A disciple who converts to Buddhism must abide by the five precepts and ten good deeds, the precept against killing life, the precept against stealing, the precept against sexual misconduct, the precept against lying, and the precept against drinking alcohol. Ming Hai, you violated the precept against killing life this morning, why do you still say you are right?"

The abbot's calm and steady voice reached Ming Hai's ears, and he said, "Abbot, that little rabbit fell from the top of the hill and broke its foot. I really can't stand it struggling anymore. I just want to get to know it quickly and let it go. Reborn in the west, leading to the Land of Ultimate Bliss. So the disciple is right."

Support suddenly let out a low sigh, chanted Amitabha several times, and said: "Minghai, you go down the mountain. People who recite the Buddha's six senses are impure, and it is difficult to have a pure land in their hearts."

Ming Hai suddenly panicked, this time he seemed to really see the Buddha smiling... No, it was Maitreya Buddha, the disciple standing next to the Buddha, who was smiling. He fell to his knees and begged the abbot bitterly: "Abbot, don't rush Ming Hai!" Hai is gone, Ming Hai is not going anywhere, Ming Hai has no place to go, Ming Hai wants to stay here to practice, follow the monks to do morning classes, do evening classes, recite mantras, holy names, and hope that one day he will be liberated and ascend to bliss. Please, don't chase Ming Hai away..."

No matter how much Ming Hai begged, the abbot always sighed: "Actually, Ming Hai, have you noticed that all the monks you follow here are different. From the beginning to the end, you have never converted to the disciples of the Buddha. If your heart is not pure, how can you come to ascend?" Going to bliss? Or go back to the mundane world and practice hard..."

"No! Abbot, I'm right, I'm right!"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. A little rabbit is also a life. It is born for life and has its own encounters. No one should interfere. I hope you will understand someday as a teacher."

With a wave of the abbot's hand, Ming Hai rolled down from the top of Mount Sumeru...

Suddenly someone at the foot of the mountain let out a scream, the sound was very shrill, piercing the sky.

Waking up from the bizarre dream at this moment, Du Heng took a deep breath and opened his eyes, sweating all over his body, and sat up straight from the bed.

The room was pitch black, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and it was quiet, it was three o'clock in the morning.

He let out a foul breath, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, lifted the quilt, stared blankly at his white feet, lost in thought.

How can I have such a terrible dream?

Du Heng is most afraid of Buddhas, especially those Buddhas who are high above and regarded as gods by the world. The compassion between the curtains is like an invisible sharp knife piercing him.

How could he dream of something like that.

According to psychology, he thinks about it every day and thinks about it at night. It is obviously not why he dreamed of Buddha, such a terrible thing...

Also, who is that Ming Hai with the delicate features?

"...Ah..." He had a severe headache, stood up abruptly, and walked up and down the room frantically while resting his forehead.

At this time, a hidden guard came and knocked on the door: "Master..."

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking in the room.

Du Heng's eyes were scarlet: "Get lost!"

The hidden guard outside the door fell silent, "Miss Wei has an accident..."

The door was suddenly pulled open, and Du Heng appeared in front of him in black pajamas, with a frenzied face, and grabbed the guard by the neck: "What did you say?"

The dark guard stared, and said with difficulty: "Wei...Miss Wei took off her arm..."

"Can you say that again?"

Du Heng's sinister gaze swept over, and the dark guard was so frightened that his face turned pale, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Miss Wei took off her right arm..."

boom--

He was thrown aside by Du Heng.

In the next room, Wu Yuan was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and a dozen hidden guards surrounded her tightly. During that battle, she was really afraid that she would do something out of the ordinary again.

Five minutes ago, she removed her half-grown right arm.Without the support of the bones, she hung the whole right arm by the bedside like a dried pickle. The pain of amputation swept over the whole body again, and the upper and lower jaws are still trembling uncontrollably, including the jaws.

Du Heng came in and saw her ghostly look.

Before he could make a sound, his face turned pale, he couldn't even move when he stood there, his whole body trembled violently, obviously he wasn't the one who was in pain, but he seemed to have suffered it instead.

"You..." His usual deepest voice became extremely hoarse, standing like a sieve shaking constantly.

"..." Wuyuan glanced at him with difficulty, the pain was too great, her jaw trembled, and she couldn't even speak.

"Wei Wuyuan! Why did you hurt yourself!" He suddenly roared hoarsely, and ran towards her quickly, but when his fingers touched the broken arm, he stopped and began to tremble violently again.

He stared at the tears she shed because of the severe pain, and said bitterly: "Do you know that when I took over for you, it almost fell apart."

"...know...know..." Wuyuan bit her lower lip firmly, and stabilized the severe pain from her right shoulder, as if there was a fire burning in her throat, she stared at his face as deathly: "... I understand my body, this hand can no longer hold a scalpel, the nerves are all necrotic, such a useless hand, I don't mind if it breaks again..."

"You..." Du Heng touched her face in a panic, afraid of losing her, afraid of her disappearance, and even more afraid of her death, "What do you want to do? I promise you everything except letting you go, please." Don't hurt yourself again..."

As he was talking, a few tears fell from his handsome face, and fell into Wu Yuan's eyes, astringent and salty.

She tilted her head to one side, looked weakly at his messy hair that was not combed because of panic, and said word by word: "I want to send a safe photo to Gu Jingnian..."

"No!" He refused her without thinking, his face was full of grief.

Wuyuan smiled coldly, as if expecting him to say this, pulled out a medical needle from under the pillow with her left hand to stick it in the carotid artery, with a determined face: "If you don't agree, I'll die for you."

"Hehehe..." Du Heng suddenly laughed lowly. There were low slurs in the laughter, some weak, some self-deprecating, and even more sorrowful.

"...Is that why you don't like me?" He murmured.

Wu Yuan: "..." Her silence was the answer.

"...Can't...wait any longer?" He blinked his sad eyes, which were pitch-black, and there seemed to be a lot of light sinking in them, tears streaming down his face.

Wu Yuan half-closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, the needle in her hand was about to pierce the aorta of the neck, the man growled hoarsely: "Okay...ok...okah..."

Three words in succession were spoken from his pink and colorless lips, as if he had lost his voice.

Wu Yuan was overjoyed, and secretly put down the needle.

Du Heng, on the other hand, aged a lot in an instant, with a depressed back, and walked out with pacing steps, and ordered his assistant to take a picture of her in a low and hoarse voice. When he was about to reach the door, he turned his head suspiciously, and his dark eyes were firmly locked. Hold her: "If you hurt yourself again, I will kill everyone!"

At four o'clock in the morning, Gu Jingnian had just fallen asleep for less than half an hour, when the mobile phone on the bedside rang, and there was a loud and monotonous ringtone. Almost at the same second, he opened his eyes and jumped up.

"Hello..." There was an imperceptible tremor in the hoarse voice.

"Captain!" Zhang Ziqian on the other end of the phone said anxiously, "Hurry up in the hall, there is news from Wuyuan!"

Before Zhang Ziqian could speak, there was a beeping sound on the other end of the phone.

He took the phone away and took a look. Good guy, he actually hung up on him!
Ten minutes later, Gu Jingnian, who ran through more than 10 red lights, rushed to the provincial office.

Zhang Ziqian was terribly shocked. He saw that he was only wearing a pair of black trousers, a simple coat over a white shirt, and suddenly a pair of black house shoes under his feet. He was extremely casual. People who used to be so image-conscious, unexpectedly Scruffy day.

"There's no kite!" Gu Jingnian growled as he looked around and saw no one.

Zhang Ziqian's face was heavy, and he opened an email: "Half an hour ago, our people received this email. The IP address has been processed and cannot be traced.... You can see for yourself."

With a gloomy face, Gu Jingnian grabbed the computer and his fingers turned white. When he saw the woman on the screen, tears welled up in the eyes of the fair and handsome man.

"... Wuyuan."

He cried obsessively and distressedly.

Stretch out a finger, tremblingly, and slowly put it on the woman's pale lips. Before touching anyone, the fingers trembled timidly, but a layer of dark hostility floated in the sour eyes, and then turned into lingering , looking up at the computer screen, for a long, long time, her sad eyes brushed over the woman's face over and over again: "...Xiaoyuan...Xiaoyuan..."

"Little kite..."

There was a sound, and the hoarseness clearly carried a bit of choking that is unique to men.

Zhang Ziqian felt very uncomfortable when he listened.

Although I have received a still photo from Wuyuan, it is not certain that she is still alive.

Besides, that still photo... is so fucking cruel...

Wuyuan was lying on a bed, her legs were in plaster, her right hand was hanging limply like a broken kite, her left hand was pressed behind her head, her face was pale, and her chest was wrapped in gauze. Zhang Ziqian guessed that she broke it when she fell from mid-air She lost her ribs and was seriously injured. Now she looks like she has lost twenty or thirty catties, and she can fly away when the wind blows.

"Captain, the gangsters will not send a picture for no reason, there must be some mystery in it."

　This domineering president is dead ~ exhausted ~ so good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)