A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

In Yeats's mind, he had always thought that monks were transcendent from the world. They practiced the precepts, sought refuge in their souls, and helped all sentient beings. He never thought that these monks were just like the ordinary people. Even because of their privileges, the business of the temple was even worse than that of the secular world. Modern capital finance is still eye-catching.

Now when she saw the temple again, she didn't know how she felt about it.

Sitting at the window on the second floor of Suji Bistro, she was drinking a small drink alone. She couldn't say how she felt, but the temple she came into contact with really subverted the image of an open-minded and compassionate monk she had seen in movies and TV shows.Could this be a real temple and monks?

Suddenly, the sliding door was gently opened, and the waiter stood at the door and asked respectfully: "Sir, there is a guest passing by who wants to have a glass of sake with you."

guest?Know her?Could it be Pei Shaoqing?This is the place where Yeats met Pei Jingning for the second time. Today she didn't make an appointment with him, but just came to sit and have a drink alone.

He came and knew that she was drinking here alone, so...

She smiled and said, "Invite him in..."

The waiter thought it was hard for officials to speak, but unexpectedly he agreed. He turned around and extended his hand to invite, "Master, please——"

Grandmaster?

When Yeats heard this, he suddenly looked sideways at the waiter.

In the summer of June, the weather was hot. The young monk was wearing a wide gray-white monk's robe, with wide sleeves lightly gathered, and his hands clasped together, "Amitabha Buddha, donor, we meet again."

Yeats's brows were barely visible, and for some reason he blurted out the blocking words, "Can monks also drink alcohol?"

As a monk, don’t we all have strict rules and precepts?

With a smile on his face, the young monk Shi Shiran came in and stood in front of the table together, saying, "Lord Buddha, I will keep this in my heart."

The wine and meat passed through the intestines.

Yeats secretly sneered, his face not showing, his smile was indifferent, he neither chased people away nor invited people, he just looked at the other person lightly, always feeling that there was a sense of familiarity in the other person, always feeling as if he had seen him somewhere.

The monk seemed to have heard Yeats's thoughts, "Donor, we have met twice. As the saying goes, only three things happen, so we are destined to be together."

Yeats put down the cup in his hand, "Big..."

"My dharma name is untainted."

This is determined to drink her wine.

Yeats smiled and said, "Master Bu Ran wants to drink so much. It's not like I can't afford it." After saying that, he raised his hand and said, "Brother, give Master Bu Ran a pot of good wine to take away and drink slowly."

Bu Ran:......

The two looked at each other.

Yeats smiled gently and innocently.

Bu Ran was surprised and then smiled calmly, "Thank you so much, donor."

She stretched out her hand and smiled as if she was asking someone to go out without saying goodbye.

Bu Ran's eyebrows moved, "Donor, we will meet again."

Just meet her when you see her. The Tavern Street is not her home, so she can still stop people from entering.She was thinking that the monk was unhappy, but she didn't expect that a monk actually came up to her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Monk Buran had already gone downstairs and happened to pass by her window.

Unconsciously, one inside and one outside, one window and one street, the two people's eyes met again unexpectedly.

Buran raised the wine bottle and smiled at her to thank her.

Yeats squeezed out a smile like squeezing out toothpaste and watched him leave.

When she looked back, Yeats shook her head. She didn't like the monks now. They were all a group of fake Taoist priests who were deceiving people by pretending to be ordinary sentient beings and great benefactors.

The mood for drinking was disturbed, and Yeats didn't want to drink anymore. He put down his wine glass, ate some light side dishes, picked up half a bowl of rice, got up and left Su Ji Bistro.

Yang Fuquan was enjoying the cool under the tree opposite. When he saw Yeats coming out of the tavern, he quickly led the horse over and said, "Brother Ye, let's go back." Yeats held the reins with one hand and the saddle with the other, and jumped onto the horse lightly, riding in the cool wind. very.

Today is a holiday, and Ye Zhi was about to take a stroll when Zhang Jin rode over from nowhere and said, "Ye Pingshi, there is a case... Mr. Lu asked you to go over and investigate."

Criminal investigators don't have holidays, as expected.

Yeats and Zhang went to the crime scene and found a stinking corpse in the cabinet of a medium-sized room in a medium-sized inn. At this moment, the cabinet door was open and there were two cloth bags inside.

A pungent smell was emanating from the bag, causing flies to fly everywhere.

Teng Chong had already led people to cordon off the scene and stopped the curious crowd.

"Have you called Master Yan?"

Yeats stood at the door and asked questions while wearing a mask, gloves and other items.

"Master Yan will be here soon."

Hearing that Yan Zuozuo was about to arrive, Yeats was not in a hurry to go in. He took a look at the guest room first. The room was not big, but not small either. It was fully equipped with cabinets, wash basin racks, tables and other furniture. It cost at least fifty ren to live there. For one night, people who are rushing to take exams, small businessmen with some money or above will stay here.

Ordinary civilians are reluctant to live in a guest room with a cabinet and a table.

The murderer was at least middle class or above.

Yeats looked around the room, and then carefully looked at every corner of the room. Except for the blood dripping on the edge of the cabinet, there were no traces of blood or fighting in the rest of the place. From these two points, this was not a crime scene. , just a hiding place for corpses.

Yan Wu arrived, "Ye Pingshi——"

"grown ups--"

Yeats held up his hands and turned sideways to let Master Yan in.

It was not an ordinary stench. Yan Zuozuo had already put on a mask and covered his nose due to the smell of corpses. But as Zuo Zuo, he just subconsciously covered it and immediately got into work mode.

Yeats looked at the blood dripping on the floor and in the cabinet, reached out to dip some of it, and crushed it in his hand. Because it was too hot in June and the blood decayed too quickly, it was temporarily impossible to tell the time of death of the deceased.

Yan Zuozuo also realized this problem. He opened the first bag. The onlookers and Dali Temple police officers were so frightened by the human limbs in the bag that they screamed. Some people even vomited it out without holding back a mouthful.

"Oh my god, who is this person? He is so cruel, he actually sawed off people's legs."

It scared away many onlookers at once.

Yan Zuozuo opened the second bag, and it turned out to be a human torso. Although it was badly decomposed, he could still tell that it was a female corpse.

"No... no head..." Zhang Jin covered his nose and asked, "This is not easy to answer."

Yan Zuozuo had already knelt down to conduct a preliminary inspection of the body, looking at the skin of the hands, feet, etc., "The weather was too hot and the decay was too severe. It's hard to tell how many days he had been dead."

Flies were flying around, and Yeats waved his hands to shoo them away.

He has no head, and he doesn’t know how many days he has been dead?

Yeats turned around and asked, "Who booked this room?"

Teng Chong resisted the smell of corpses and said, "I asked just now and it was a man in his twenties who booked the room. He put two cloth bags in the room and said he was going out for a meal and never came back."

"When did this happen?"

"Three days ago."

"How many days did this man pay for the house?"

"The waiter said it's a month."