TSM Chapter 37

Breathing a sigh of relief, he unexpectedly found a trace of dirt on his hand. He frowned and took a look. A few strands of dark red clung to his palm prints and fingernails. He lowered his head to smell it… It was blood! Instantly, he focused his gaze on the stone, reaching out again to touch the slightly rough square stone. So that was it. The heavy blow to the back of the deceased’s head was not caused by someone, but by accidentally hitting the stone when falling.

No sooner said than done, he prepared to investigate them all in order. First, he climbed to the top of the mountain, soaked in sweat. After finding the slightly hidden Bodhi Temple, he found that there were no abbots or monks inside, only nuns. He carefully wandered around the temple and came to the conclusion… The nuns of Bodhi Temple were all warm and hospitable, and there was no abnormal behavior. They had all seen the deceased’s photo and without exception, had never seen him.

Blacklist suspected. He navigated to the last place, which was also the place he was most curious about, Holy Hall Teachings.

Just as he was standing outside the door, hesitating whether to continue forward, the crows screamed and then flew away with all their might. The leaves on the tree accidentally fell on his shoulders. Since he was already here, what harm would it do to take a look?

Four monks at the door were wearing the same white robe-style suits. They were all good-looking but not very distinctive. People who were not sensitive to appearance should not be able to tell the difference between them. They all wore black broken wing totem necklaces on their necks, which were the same as the totem above the door. It seemed to be the Holy Hall Teachings emblem. The believers all had standardized smiles on their faces, looking at him gently like water.

Shí Jiǎnbái was in a trance. He hurriedly took out his mobile phone and found the photo of the deceased. This was the first time in his life that he had been teased by a man. For a moment, he felt ashamed. Just as he was about to hand out his mobile phone, he couldn’t believe his eyes. His peach blossom eyes widened, and he even rubbed them desperately…

Why did the figure of the monk who just floated over look so much like Yú Jī?

He hurriedly took back the phone that he had handed halfway and gave the four of them an awkward smile: “I’m looking for the wrong place, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” He turned around and ran down the mountain.

Zuǒ Yú had told him long ago that he never believed in any Buddhas or religions, he only believed in himself. Now that he appeared here… it was enough to show that there was a big problem with this Holy Hall Teachings.

Since he was there, it meant that someone from the Poker Gang must also be in the Holy Hall Teachings. Then the recent missing persons cases seemed to be the work of the Poker Gang. He needed to return to the bureau to discuss the matter in the long term and provide good protection for Zuǒ Yú.

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Thousands of thoughts ignited a cigarette, and a familiar feeling surged into his heart. Intuition told him that these people must be related to the Poker Gang. He quickly searched for the nursing homes near Liao Changde’s home, gradually expanding the scope, and making phone calls one by one.

“Hello, this is Shunfu Kangjian Nursing Home.”

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Zuǒ Yú pretended to be a police officer and asked around, until he called a light luxury nursing home called Good Health Sunny Nursing Home.

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