Chapter 5 The Haozi Li and the Nine-Character Mantra
I have no idea what's going on. Damn, what the hell is going on?
I asked them, and the leader, Officer Ma, said that another corpse dismemberment case occurred in Qingmeng Township on the evening of September 4th. This time the case occurred under the cliff in the vestibule of Qingshanjie (that is, the guard station where my brother-in-law was stationed).
(near the forest house), the county criminal police team conducted an investigation and found that I was at the cliff in the vestibule that day. According to the confession, I was not in the forest house from 9 o'clock in the evening to 4 o'clock in the morning, and the body was dismembered.
The crime happened during that time, so I was highly suspected of murder.
I was stunned at the time, how could such a coincidence happen? No, wasn't the case of dismemberment a few days before that day?
I asked him quickly, and Officer Ma said seriously: "This is a serial corpse dismemberment case, so the impact is extremely bad."
He showed me the summons and asked me if I could leave by myself.
I said yes, so I resisted my weakness and got out of bed. My father came over to help me. A police car was parked outside the door. Many idle men, women, and children were watching the fun, pointing and saying something. I brought someone here.
The police from the police station in that town were chasing people away, and I was escorted into the back seat of the police car. My mother was crying and talking to Officer Ma who was leading the team, but the man just said, "I will never miss a good person, and I will never let him go."
A bad guy" bullshit.
My father held my mother, his hands and feet were trembling, and he felt uncontrollable grief.
I patted the car window and said to my parents with a smile: "Don't worry, I really didn't commit any crime. I'll come back as soon as I go. Don't worry." The car started to start, and the body of the car was shaking. They didn't handcuff me, but the car had gasoline.
The smell was very strong, I just felt nauseous, and my body hadn't recovered yet, so I fell into a drowsy sleep.
It wasn’t until the interrogation that I figured out the whole thing: It turned out that that night, a murder and mutilation case occurred at the foot of the hillside two hundred meters away from where I was guarding the dwarf mule. The deceased was a young man from Segai Village, only 20 years old.
Next year, I went out to work and came home. I said I was going to a neighboring village to meet my old man (sworn brother) for a drink, but he didn't come home all night. The next day, my family called his old man's house and said that he had gone back after drinking.
So I reported the case, and happened to encounter the Forestry Bureau asking the police station for help in finding Li Decai, and found the deceased in a depression at the foot of the mountain, broken into more than a dozen pieces.
I asked where Li Decai was? The interrogating detective told me that Li Decai also disappeared and is still being looked for.
The lights in the interrogation room were hundreds of watts, as bright as a small sun. An interrogator and a recorder began to interrogate me when I came back, why I came back, why I went to Qingshan Realm, and why I left again. On the night of the 4th, I
What did I do, what time did I do, what time did I do...
I told them about the time when I was poisoned by my grandmother, saying that I caught a short mule on the night of the 4th, but unfortunately it ran away again, and I hurried home to get rid of the poison.
They laughed, and the interrogator said that your brother-in-law said the same thing, are you kidding me?
This interrogator was in his twenties, tall and handsome, but his eyebrows were too light, his left eye was big, his right eye was small, and his neck was twitching nervously. He asked me repeatedly, turning me upside down for a while.
Ask about what happened that night, and then where I was on September 1st. It’s very skillful to ask. I have stayed in MLM dens for a few days, and I know that there are methods in this, and I can take advantage of people’s unpreparedness and say something.
But there is really nothing shameful about me. I am a gentleman, but they don’t believe me when I tell the truth.
The interrogator was very angry and would pound the table and yell at me from time to time. He interrogated me for two hours, and later he took out a cigarette from time to time and asked me if I wanted to smoke. I have been living abroad for many years, but I don’t smoke or drink.
When I see him kindly offering me cigarettes to smoke, I want to laugh. I don’t know which book I read that says that when a prisoner asks the police for a cigarette, it is usually a prelude to confessing. But then I
Don't smoke at all.
Later, Officer Ma, who brought me here, came in and agreed to come here first, but he would be detained for twenty-four hours first.
To be honest, even though I don't quite understand the logic behind this, I still know that there is something wrong with the case-handling procedure.
But I dare not say that our place is not Hong Kong. The higher you get to the grassroots level, the higher the authority of public security experts. That night I stayed in a room in the Public Security Bureau all night, hanging out with a group of gangsters who were fighting and making trouble.
At first, a few guys tried to bully me with fists and palms, but as soon as they heard that I was a murder suspect, they immediately stayed away from me and did not dare to move to bully good and fear evil. This has always been the case. Officer Ma and the handsome interrogator were in the room.
We discussed for a long time in the corridor not far away. Somehow, I have particularly good ears. Lying by the door, I could actually hear fragments of their conversation through the iron door:
The boss is in a hurry...the alibi...is a little reckless...it's this guy...
I felt extremely cold in my heart, and sat on the ground with a pale face. After being outside for so long, I have never heard of cases where the superiors would use someone to top the tank because of the bad impact of the case. If I were to do this,
, I really knelt down. Thinking about it, I am just a foreigner, and when those two cases happened, I was in the Qingshan boundary, especially the second corpse dismemberment case, which was just a few meters near the forest guard house.
In a mountain valley hundreds of meters away, as witnesses for each other, my brother-in-law was scratched and hospitalized, Li Decai was nowhere to be seen, but I was completely intact, so no one doubted who I suspected.
I am now afraid that they will "execute" me.
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I didn't sleep that night. I kept thinking that they didn't believe me because they didn't believe my motives for coming to Qingshan Realm. They thought I had lied. They even thought that my brother-in-law also lied about the dwarf mule. If I
If it can be proven that such a thing really exists, will they think about it again?
I thought of the missing Li Decai again. I was busy treating illnesses and cures for the past few days and didn’t call my uncle. He didn’t come back, which really made me shudder. Thinking about those vicious dwarf mules, I would
I think of what Li Decai said in a very nervous tone, "Dwarf mules are mountain ghosts raised by the mountain gods and tugong. If you mess with them, you don't know how to die..."
In the middle of the night, I listened to the snoring one after another, and remembered the method of cultivating gu mentioned in the book left by my grandmother. The method mentioned that taking a bowl of merit soup with dragon fern grass as the main ingredient
, not to kill the Golden Silkworm Gu, but to suppress its hostility and fight poison with poison. The final effect is to make it work for me. When I think of this section, I can't help but recite the content in my heart. Drink a bowl of merit soup.
In the lower throat, the Golden Silkworm Gu has been conquered for the most part. Next, you need to hone your skills with water and continue to use secret words to calm the spirit.
The so-called secret language mantra first came from Buddhism. It is transliterated as mandala, mandala. It is also called Dharani, mantra, Ming, divine mantra, secret word, secret language, secret code, which means true and non-false language. Grandma
The method of subduing poison left to me is called "The Mantra of Subduing the Heart of the Third Ming King". I should continue to recite "Spirit Dart Tonghe Jie Xin Hua Qi Chan", which can be recited in Miao dialect or Jinling Mandarin. I read it a few days ago
After asking my mother about the pronunciation of the Miao dialect, she was in a hurry and sought medical treatment. So she sat up cross-legged and kept chanting devoutly: "Lingdao Tongxiao Xinlai Qichan... Lingdao Tongxiao Xinlai Qichan...
"
I pause after pronouncing each word, think about it, pause after pronouncing each word, and slowly feel the meaning.
Here is a general introduction to its meaning, just take a look: Ling, which means the stability of body and mind, means the will to remain calm and unfazed in the face of trouble; Dart means energy, which means the vitality of prolonging life and rejuvenating children; Tong means the universe.
Resonance, bravery and courage, the expression of fighting spirit when encountering difficulties; Harmony, expression of the power to freely control one's own body and the bodies of others. Jie, the sense of crisis, expression of the ability to understand and control people's hearts; Heart, the telepathy, represents
The ability to combine wealth and respect and love. Split refers to the control of time and space, splitting all obstacles that hinder oneself; Qi refers to the leveling of all things; Zen refers to the Buddhist realm, that is, the realm of superman. My heart is Zen, and all things are in the dark.
combine.
Only with extreme piety can one's words cause vibrations in the spiritual world and one can feel the state of mind within.
What's amazing is that I, who had never sensed anything in the past, can actually detect changes that are different from the world today. I can't describe this change, but it is there and there, and it is fleeting. At the same time,
, there seems to be some kind of organ in the body that is responding to these nine characters and is ready to move. I sensed carefully that it seemed to be in the kidney area on the left side of the abdomen.
That night was a turning point in my life. From then on, all kinds of strange things happened. Without the experience that day, I might be a different person today.
To be honest, I should really be grateful to my grandmother.
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When I was interrogated the next day, I directly stated that I was innocent and asked them to let me out.
Officer Yang (the interrogator) asked me to tell the truth honestly and not to make up fancy stories in the hope that I could get away with it.
I said let me out. You can’t find the murderer. I’ll help you find it. Anyway, I have to go find my brother-in-law’s colleague named Li Decai. I owe him a debt of gratitude. If you think what I’m telling you is a lie.
, I can prove to you that I am not lying. Officer Yang slapped the table and shouted at me, asking me to see my identity clearly. If I can do whatever I want, what else do they need?
I pursed my lips and looked at him coldly. After a while, I asked him, do you know Long Laolan? I am his grandson.
Officer Yang laughed and asked who Long Laolan was? Director of the Public Security Bureau? Or a member of the Standing Committee of the County Party Committee?
I said she was neither, she was an old woman who had stayed in the Miao village all her life.
He continued to laugh, and I looked at him, and saw that the smile on his face began to slowly turn cold, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes. At this time, the door of the interrogation room opened, and Officer Ma came in, followed by
Officer Yang sat together. He smoked a cigarette, stared at me, and said, "Do you really know who is the murderer of the corpse dismemberment case?"
I said I didn't know. I could only prove that my purpose of going to Qingshanjie was definitely not a lie. If you want to prove it, I will prove it to you. Officer Ma asked again: "Are you really the grandson of Granny Long?"
When he said yes, Officer Yang interrupted and asked, "Who is Granny Long?" Officer Ma was almost fifty years old, and Officer Yang had just left school a few years ago. Officer Ma told him, but Officer Yang didn't believe it and said:
"Tch, isn't she just a goddess? What's so neurotic about her?"
At this time, I had already begun to recite the poison spells in my grandmother's book.
The target is this tall and handsome Police Officer Yang.
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