Volume Two: The Case of the Red Lotus in the Ancient Temple Chapter 54: Buddha Beads
"..." Xing Qianqiu looked at Abbot Xuanbei, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
"Abbot Xuanbei, don't be angry." At this moment, Duan Ming hurriedly came over, nodded to Xing Qianqiu, and then said to Abbot Xuanbei: "This Mingjing Division is indeed very domineering, but you should also
You can see that they are trying their best.”
"Amitabha." Abbot Xuanbei announced the Buddha's name and glanced at Duan Ming.
"Okay." Duan Ming patted Xing Qianqiu on the shoulder: "Old Xing, send someone to send Abbot Xuanbei back to rest quickly. The other monks should also disperse."
"Huh?" Xing Qianqiu looked at Duan Ming doubtfully.
"Of course, you can't come in vain. There are several monks and masters who still want to go back and have a good chat." Duan Ming said, pointing to five of the monks.
"Yes." Xing Qianqiu nodded and bowed to Abbot Xuanbei again: "Abbott, please forgive me, in order to solve the case, I had to do it out of necessity."
"Jing Xin." Abbot Xuanbei called out calmly. Jing Xin hurriedly came over and helped him up, then slowly walked towards the west courtyard.
Except for the few monks Duan Ming just pointed out, the remaining monks also dispersed.
It's just that the faces of these monks all looked very ugly, and their eyes were full of hostility when they looked at Master Mingjing.
It seems that it will be increasingly difficult to get these monks to cooperate in the future.
"Command." Xu Shizhong walked up to Xing Qianqiu and asked, "How to deal with these monks?"
"Strict questioning, no punishment." Xing Qianqiu sighed, now in the Changsheng Palace, now in the Brahma Temple, facing these "outsiders", this case investigation was really frustrating.
"Yes." Xu Shizhong also felt aggrieved, but there was nothing he could do.
"Let's go." Duan Ming patted Xing Qianqiu's shoulder: "I'll leave the trial to your Mirror Department. I'll go take a look at Jinghui's body."
"Okay." Xing Qianqiu nodded, and then took Duan Ming to the morgue.
The previous fire did not affect the location of the morgue, which was fortunate.
At this moment, two corpses were lying in the morgue, one was Mingli's corpse, and the other was Jinghui's corpse.
However, before Duan Ming could start the autopsy, the door of the morgue was pushed open, and it was Li Waner and Mr. Meng who came in.
"Mr. Duan, you didn't even tell us when you came back?" Li Waner smiled gently at Duan Ming.
"Princess, Senior Meng." Duan Ming bowed to the two of them: "It was too late at that time, so I couldn't disturb you, so I didn't go to say hello to you two immediately. Please forgive me."
"Hehe, Mr. Duan, you don't have to take it seriously. The little girl is just joking." Li Waner said: "Also, don't call me Princess. You can just call me Wan'er like your elder brother."
"Okay, Princess." Duan Ming nodded, then hesitated: "Um, Princess, I'm going to do an autopsy now. Do you..."
"No need to avoid it." Li Waner glanced at Xing Qianqiu and said with a smile: "When I was young, I always went to play with Brother Xing. I saw a lot of corpses."
"Okay." Duan Ming glanced at Xing Qianqiu and curled his lips secretly.
He is not a fool. This Li Waner is obviously here to find Xing Qianqiu. With Xing Qianqiu here, what corpse can she be afraid of...
Duan Ming then calmed down and examined it carefully.
Yesterday, due to Duan Ming, the man in black left too hastily, so even though he killed Jinghui, he did not have time to arrange the scene.
Therefore, there are probably many clues in Jinghui's body.
After careful inspection, Jinghui's death was caused by strangulation, and the thing that strangled Jinghui was so thin that it looked like a thin line.
Jinghui's legs were stretched straight, and the heels were worn out. She couldn't break them apart even with her fingers flexed, indicating that Jinghui had struggled before her death.
"Old Xing!" Suddenly, Duan Ming called out softly.
"Look here..." Duan Ming raised Jinghui's right hand, and black marks were faintly visible between the nails of his right hand.
"Is this blood?" Xing Qianqiu frowned slightly.
"Yes, it's just dried blood." Duan Ming nodded: "There are no unnecessary wounds on Jinghui's body, and there is some skin tissue in the blood, so the blood is most likely that of the man in black."
"Jinghui resisted desperately before she died and took the opportunity to hurt the man in black?" Xing Qianqiu nodded.
"That's right." Duan Ming said.
"Okay, I'll send someone to search again to see who's injured," Xing Qianqiu said.
"No." However, Duan Ming shook his head: "Now the monks in the temple are full of hostility towards us. If we search again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end."
"That's true." Xing Qianqiu nodded: "Then what should we do? If I had known, I would have done an autopsy first."
"It's probably useless to conduct an autopsy first." Duan Ming sighed: "I saw the condition of the monks today, and there were no obvious injuries on their bodies. So I don't know where the injury is. We can't let all the monks go.
Take off your clothes and let us inspect you."
"This..." Xing Qianqiu hesitated for a moment. If this was for ordinary people, let alone stripping off, what would happen if they peeled off a layer of skin?
However, the status of the monks in the Brahma Temple is indeed delicate. Although it is far inferior to the people of the Changsheng Sect, it is not too exaggerated.
"But we can pay more attention, especially to the monks you have brought back." Duan Ming thought slightly: "If they have scratches on their bodies, then the possibility is greater. And if they have no injuries...
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"Then they should not be the murderers." Xing Qianqiu nodded.
"That's right." Duan Ming nodded.
Then Duan Ming started to check a little bit. Suddenly he frowned slightly, touched Jinghui's cheek gently, and then reached out and opened Jinghui's mouth.
"What's wrong?" Xing Qianqiu asked.
"There seems to be something here." Duan Ming thought, gently pushing Jinghui's cheek.
Soon, a small ball was pushed out of Jinghui's mouth by Duan Ming.
"What is this?" Duan Ming reached out and picked up the ball and looked at it carefully: "Buddha beads?"
"Buddha beads? Why are there Buddhist beads in his mouth?" Xing Qianqiu was also confused: "Is it to remind us that the person who killed him was a monk?"
"Let me take a look." At this moment, Li Waner said suddenly, then reached out to take the Buddhist bead and examined it carefully.
"What's wrong? Do you know the owner of this Buddhist bead?" Xing Qianqiu looked at Li Waner.
"I don't know." Li Waner shook her head: "But judging from the moistness of this Buddhist bead, it must have been used for many years. Wait, there seems to be a word on it!"
"Word?" Xing Qianqiu quickly took the beads back and looked at them carefully.
Sure enough, there is a word that is almost worn out on this Buddhist bead - JING! This chapter has been completed!
