I changed the world

The three of them sat down, and Yu Hanlin collected his thoughts, and then said: "I wonder if you two know that on the 21st of this month, Mr. Xiao from the Yunxiao Temple in Dinghai Yunxiao Mountain once settled in this hospital?"

The two detectives looked at each other, and Wang Duo nodded and said, "I heard a little bit. It is said that Master Xiao suddenly felt unwell after participating in the Dharma conference and was hospitalized. Some media even reported on it." As the Southeast Special Crime Investigation Bureau As agents of the branch, especially as agents of the newly established "Fourth Branch", the two of them would naturally not ignore the current situation of famous religious figures in the southeast region.

"I don't know, how is Master Xiao's condition now?" Seeing that Dean Yu in front of him suddenly changed the topic to a Master of Xuanmen, Wang Duo became more cautious in his words and spoke carefully to test.

Yu Hanlin looked solemn, cupped his hands slightly and said, "Master Xiao, he became an immortal around 1:20 this morning."

"This..." The two detectives couldn't help but look shocked when they heard this. Even though they were not followers of Xuanmen, they knew that the death of a real-life Xuanmen boss was definitely not a small matter.According to usual practice, even the royal family has to show some expression during the funeral ceremony.

"Is this absolutely true?" Wang Duo lowered his voice and stared at Yu Hanlin.

"According to what Yunxiao Guan Li Supervisory Yuan said before, Yunxiao Guan will officially notify the Imperial Religious Affairs Administration this morning to inform them of the matter. At the same time, some senior officials and dignitaries of the royal family will also receive notifications. Maybe It will be available to the media this afternoon or tonight."

Wang Duo nodded when he heard this, and then continued to look at Yu Hanlin. He knew that Dean Yu definitely did not mention this matter specifically to inform him.

"After Mr. Xiao left, the hospital set up a temporary mourning hall on the 32nd floor at the request of Yunxiao Temple, and then..." Yu Hanlin described what happened after that.

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After listening to Yu Hanlin's story, the two detectives looked at each other, and each saw a complicated look of solemnity, suspicion, surprise, etc. in each other's eyes.

Wang Duo licked his dry lips and said hesitantly: "This... So, that is Mr. Xiao's... vision when he became immortal and ascended?"

To be honest, if someone had said the same thing in front of him a month ago, he would definitely think that the other person was "broken". As for whether it was his brain that was "broken" and he was talking nonsense; or his heart was "broken" It's broken." If you think he is an idiot for believing such nonsense, then you have to use some means...

However, now, after a series of surprise trainings by the bureau, he felt that... it seemed that it was not impossible...

Is it unusual for a real Xuanmen person to ascend to heaven?

Strange, you say?

That's because you have little knowledge...

"According to what Li Supervisor said at the time, this should be the case." Yu Hanlin nodded.

Wang Duo nodded, then raised his hands and said, "I don't know, the two of us want to pay homage and offer incense in front of Master Xiao's soul. Is it convenient?"

"The old master's coffin has now returned to Lingxiao Mountain, and Li Jianyuan and others are accompanying him to serve him."

"Setting off so soon?" Wang Duo was slightly startled, but he was relieved when he thought that Dinghai Lingxiao Mountain was only about an hour's drive away. After all, this was Yunxiaoguan's private matter, and others had no right to comment.

And even if the real cause of death of Master Xiao was to be confirmed, it would not be his turn for the Special Crime Investigation Bureau to intervene. This has always been the scope of the Religious Affairs Administration.

"This matter is the intention of Yunxiao Temple. According to the sect's rituals, it is not easy for our hospital to interfere..." Yu Hanlin said with a smile.

Wang Duo nodded to express his understanding. After thinking for a while, Wang Duo said, "In that case, would it be convenient to go to the mourning hall to pay homage at this time?"

Wang Duo said it very politely, because even though the two of them had special status, they had to enter the mourning hall of a real person, especially since it was said to be the place where he "transformed into immortality".Such sensitive areas still require cooperation from the hospital.Otherwise, once trouble breaks out, it will be difficult to end the situation. All issues involving religion always require caution.

What's more, at this moment, the attitude of the top management towards Xuanmen must be more ambiguous than before. If the two of them screw up, they will be thrown out as a bargaining chip to settle the matter.

Yu Hanlin hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stood up: "It should be fine. Please follow me here..."

"In that case, I'll bother you with Dean Yu." Wang Duo and Li Chengxu hurriedly got up and followed.

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"Because it involves the holy relics of the old master, there are also five Huangguan (the honorific title for Taoist priests in this world) staying at Yunxiao Temple to guard the mourning hall. Later, I will say hello to you two..."

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"You two, after entering later, Master Zhou will guide you in the rituals. However, please do not stay too long after the salute, and please do not turn over the items in the mourning hall..." In the elevator on the 32nd floor, Dean Yu took the trouble to remind you. Tao, next to them was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, it was Zhou Jingyuan who had previously been the disciple of the old master.

After the two nodded in agreement, Zhou Jingyuan stepped forward and explained the Xuanmen rituals to the two, and then led them towards the mourning hall.

ps: I saw some readers asking about the update progress in the post. They must have used audiobooks. I didn’t see the previous PS friends. Let me explain again. The book will be updated every Wednesday and Sunday. At other times, it will be updated every day. , this is already the fastest speed of Black Moon, because in addition to updating the book, writing the book also takes up a lot of time to check the information, write the outline, and set the settings. In addition, it is not full-time writing, and it also has to be taken care of. I really can’t speed up work and housework, so please forgive me.

Chapter 2 Trek

At this time, a Taoist priest was guarding the door of the mourning hall, and in the mourning hall, there was a faint smell of cigarette smoke, accompanied by a low sound of chanting.

After the two agents tidied up their clothes, Su Rong entered through the gate under the leadership of Zhou Jingyuan. After entering the mourning hall, Wang Duo quickly glanced at the scene in the mourning hall.

This is a square room of about 60 square meters, but at this time, the interior of the room has been completely arranged into a religious place. A series of magical instruments such as altar tables, yellow frames, streamers, lamps, talismans, etc. have been It was arranged, and the incense burner on one side was still burning sandalwood.Two Taoist priests sat cross-legged on one side of the mourning hall, currently chanting sutras with their eyes closed.

Wang Duo didn't look too closely, and he followed the etiquette he had learned before and followed the rituals he had learned before.Fortunately, Zhou Jingyuan, who had led them in before, did not urge them out immediately after they saluted. Instead, he introduced them to the original scene, such as the location where the old man's body was laid to rest, and some of the layout of the mourning hall.

However, the important place of the mourning hall was not the place for conversation after all. After a brief introduction, the three of them exited the mourning hall respectfully.

Seeing that Zhou Jingyuan seemed to be a good talker, Wang Duo deliberately started chatting with him.During the conversation, he realized that the Taoist priest in front of him was Lao Zhenren's disciple, and his words suddenly became more polite.Zhou Jingyuan, on the other hand, just described the situation from beginning to end when the old master ascended that night.

While Wang Duo was chatting with Zhou Jingyuan, Li Chengxu was not idle either. He found the nurses and doctors on the same floor and began to understand the situation.These people worked the night shift, and most of them had not yet got off work. The name "Special Crime Investigation Bureau" was also a sufficient deterrent to these ordinary people, so most of them honestly told what had happened before. After a while.

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After leaving the 32nd floor, the two detectives visited Yu Hanlin again. After getting his approval, they went to the monitoring room to retrieve the hospital's surveillance video archives since Mr. Xiao moved in.

Afterwards, the two of them left the hospital worried.

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Glancing at the increasingly crowded hospital gate in the rearview mirror, Li Chengxu smiled while driving: "Brother Wang, tell me, has Master Xiao really ascended?"

"Now it seems that it is not a lie..." Wang Duo shook his head, looked back at the formation of long spears and short cannons, and sighed: "This Xuanmen is really bottomless... …”

"Who says it's not the case? I feel like I don't know the world anymore..." Li Chengxu nodded and said, "It's just that I'm afraid it won't be easy to suppress the matter this time."

"This is not something we can handle..." Wang Duo stretched out his hand to unbutton his collar and let himself breathe: "When we get back, we will get the report out as soon as possible, and then we will see what the higher-ups decide..."

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承和36年西历2016年1月23日06:26大眼鲷号捕鱼船

“Trek Day Six, January 1rd, sunny

That damn murmur appeared again, and it didn't sound like any sound I'd heard before. It was chaotic and weird, always reminiscent of the dark abyss in the deep sea, and I felt like I was going to be driven crazy.

My first mate, Lao Techa, told me that he also heard that sound. I feel that there seems to be something wrong with his recent mood...

I don't know why the ship's navigation system failed, maybe it was because of that damn storm, it must have damaged something on the ship.It's a pity that Sonny's half-assed correspondent can't handle all this.

Perhaps, Sonny cannot be blamed. He is just a little guy who graduated from junior high school and got on the ship after simple training. He has no way of repairing those precision components.

But, why does even the compass lose its function?

There was heavy fog all around, making it impossible to see the way out.

I don't even know now if we are going in circles at sea...

I think that based on the current situation, fresh water should be rationed. Otherwise, although there is enough water now, who knows in the future...

No, no, no, I can't think like that. We will definitely find land soon. After all, we still have enough power reserves and can sail for a long time.

What a damn weather. Before I came out, I clearly confirmed the weather forecast from the Maritime Safety Administration. There shouldn't be any storms these days. You guessed it, those idiots, I will definitely complain to them when I go back!

I dreamed about my family again yesterday.I miss them...

To be honest, I always feel that this sea area is a bit weird..."

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The sudden shaking of the bigeye snapper interrupted Hang Tuah's writing.

The old desk lamp fixed on the table illuminates his master's face, with brown-black pupils and slightly curly hair, bronze and slightly rough skin blown by the sea breeze, a slightly flat nose, and prominent brow bones. , with a mustache on his chin, a typical feature of the indigenous people of the Spice Islands.

At this time, his expression looked heavy and tired, and he was extremely haggard.

He stretched out his hand to rub his temples and listened to the waves outside the window for a while. After finding nothing unusual, Hang Tuah picked up the pen and started writing again.

"Many crew members have experienced auditory hallucinations. In addition, I have been having nightmares these days. I dreamed that I was sinking and sinking, and there seemed to be a huge and dark city below...

I don't like that feeling of drowning. Fortunately, I find that writing a diary seems to help improve this state. I hope I can sleep well tonight...

In addition, during breakfast just now, I heard Antifa from the engine room saying that he dreamed about Hu Xian, Abdullah and Halin Shah who were swept into the sea in the storm last night. "

That guy Johnny actually said that it was a sign of Argon, the god of the sea. This damn pagan, when I get back, I will definitely kick him off my ship! "

Heavenly Lord, please bless this disciple to return to land smoothly..."

He took out a box from his pocket, unscrewed it, took out a betel nut, threw it into his mouth and chewed it hard.After that, he stretched hard and put the box back again.

"Bang." The diary was closed, and Hang Tuah, frowning, walked towards the porthole.

He stuck his head out and found that the window outside the porthole was shrouded in a vast fog as always. Together with the cloudy sky, which seemed like the sun would never be visible, it seemed to form a big net, trapping the fishing boat in it.

The fog dominated everything in the surrounding seas. When he was 12 years old, he went to sea with his father and joined the colonial navy. He worked hard at sea for half his life.However, Hang Tuah has never seen a heavy fog that lasts for such a long time, and everything is weird.

In addition, all the instruments related to navigation, communication, and orientation failed, and the entire fishing boat was like an abandoned child isolated from the world, and could only move forward aimlessly.

Looking at the gray area outside the window, Hang Tuah frowned even more tightly. His four years of sailing experience told him that there must be something wrong, so he decided to go take a look.

Hang Tuah took off a coat from the hanger nearby, put it on, went out and walked towards the cab.

"Captain, why is it so early today? It's not your shift yet."

The man at the helm in the cockpit was a short, stocky old man with an unshaven beard. Originally, fishing boats like this usually sailed using navigation and automatic driving.However, since all signals were cut off, it was forced to switch to manual driving.

A young man who looked to be in his twenties was sleeping soundly on the chair to his left with his head tilted to one side. Both of them were dressed like sailors.

"Old Techa, how is the situation? Is the route normal?" Hang Tuah asked the short and stocky old man at the helm.

After he finished speaking, he walked over and kicked on the leg of the chair, shocking the young man awake.

When the young man saw that it was his captain coming over, he quickly touched the saliva at the corner of his mouth with his hand and got up from the chair in a hurry.

"The same old thing, it's so boring that it drives people crazy. You know, there's no navigation, no reference, just manual work. We don't even know if we're going in a circle." The old man said, standing back and giving up the position to himself. The captain.

Listening to the first mate's report, Hang Tuah's brows became increasingly dark, and he subconsciously drew a Tai Chi diagram on his heart.

His father once told him before his death that caution is the best virtue at sea.

Hang Tuah pressed a button on the old device, and the searchlight in front turned on. His eyes scanned back and forth on the sea through the transparent glass.

At this time, the whispering in the ears sounded again, as if spreading from the surrounding fog.

"pgf...rewtyurty...hjygb..."

Cursing in his mouth, Hang Tuah frowned and made a fist with one hand and hit his forehead hard. The pain diluted the annoyance caused by the muttering.

Suddenly, a series of loud shouts came from behind the boat.What followed was a series of screams and calls for help, accompanied by the sound of splashing water.

"Old Special Cha, stay here! I'll go take a look! Aoun, come with me." Hang Tuah covered his forehead, warned, took off the fire ax hanging on the bulkhead, and then kicked it away The cockpit door burst open.

The young man beside him hesitated for a moment, then rushed out after the captain.

At the stern of the boat, Hang Tuah frowned and saw a thin young man squatting on the ground with his head in his hands and shivering. When he saw Hang Tuah coming over, the young man seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and crawled to him with his hands and feet. Next to him, she hugged his thigh tightly.

"Ship...Captain, just...just..."

Hang Tuah patted his cheek with his hand, stared into his eyes, and said solemnly: "Take a deep breath, don't be nervous...tell me, what exactly happened?"

Chapter 2 The Call of Poseidon Argon

The young man looked into the captain's eyes, and his mood gradually calmed down a bit, but his voice still sounded a bit combative: "Johnny... Johnny just... just jumped..."

"What? How could he jump when he was fine?" Hang Tuah was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly came to the stern to check. However, at this time, he could only see the undulating waves on the sea surface, but he could not see anyone anywhere. trace.

At this time, the young man on the ground obviously began to recover from the shock just now, and began to describe the scene just now: "He... suddenly rushed over. I saw something was wrong with him, so... I asked him what he wanted to do. What? He...he...he just said..."

"What did he say?" Hang Tuah asked quickly.

"He said... he said he heard the call of the sea god Argon... and then... he was about to jump down..."

Hang Tuah was not the only one who heard the commotion. At this time, there were four or five people scattered around here, all crew members on the ship. When he heard the young man's story, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion behind his back. A chill.These people are all islanders of Sulu, an island in the Spice Islands that is famous for tourism and fishing. In the legend of the Sulu people, the tyrannical sea god Argon rules the ocean. What he likes to do most is to overturn the sea. Boats in the sea for fun.The Sulu people have no tradition of recording history, so there is no exact time record of their myths and sacrifices. However, through oral legends, we can still know that before this land became a colony of Jokhang, Su Lu Ceremonies to worship the sea god are held twice a year on Ludao, and the sacrifices in the ceremony are livestock and slaves.

Even after becoming a colony, the empire has officially banned "obscene sacrifices". However, among the indigenous residents, the sacrifice of the sea god Argon is still prohibited.

Therefore, everyone here has at least heard of the legend of Argon. He was a bad-tempered Lord. It would not be an exaggeration to say he was an "evil god".

The young man continued: "I just wanted to stop him, but... he seemed to be crazy and frighteningly strong. He seemed to want to pull me with him... I... I didn't dare to pull him... Then...he jumped..."

Hang Tuah took a deep breath and looked at the worried faces of the people around him. He knew that in the past few days, everyone on the ship had seen the plight of the ship, and he needed to be comforted at this time.

"You did a good job, go to the cabin to eat something, and then have a good sleep..." As he said, he patted the young man on the shoulder, deliberately raised his voice, and looked around: "I'm afraid that drunkard Johnny is He drank too much again. This person is prone to hallucinations when he drinks too much. When I was a soldier, several people like this died on warships every year..."