Chapter 133

The questioning was almost over when Zheng closed the notebook on his knees, looking like he was about to call it a day.

Gao Ying said to Zhu Zangmo, "Thank you for your cooperation."

"Amitabha, it's my duty. Cooperating with the police is the duty of every citizen."

Zhu Zangmo clasped his hands together.

Gao Ying glanced at the Buddhist beads with a large pendant hanging from his hand and said curiously:

"I didn't expect you to believe in Buddhism. I thought if you did believe in Buddhism, you would have to believe in Jesus."

Zhu Zangmo's face changed, and a look of being offended flashed across his face. As if he was afraid that the Buddha would be angry, he hurriedly chanted a Buddha's name to the Buddha statue.

Unfortunately, Gao Ying's lines were too bold, and he didn't understand his displeasure at all. He escalated his anger: "After all, oil painting is a Western art form. You can't believe in Western gods, right?"

He also raised his head and asked the person on the lotus seat: "Are you talking about Buddha?" He was quite like his brother Chang.

"Officer, you're joking." The smile on Zhu Zangmo's lips had turned into a twitch. He clasped his hands together, trying to maintain his politeness. "The oil paints interweave, all appearances are illusions. Only when the mind is enlightened can one see the true nature. That's all."

The two policemen exclaimed in unison: "Wow, he speaks eloquently." "He's really cultured."

"Tell me about what you did in Lanzhou."

Gao Ying's voice suddenly became harsh and he asked out of the blue.

The two men stared at Zhu Zangmo with eyes like knives.

The Buddhist beads fell to the ground with a clatter.

Zhu Zangmo leaned over to pick it up, his eyes wandering blankly as he spread his hands. "Lanzhou? When have I ever been to Lanzhou? Us? With whom?"

…

The two policemen inquired about the situation according to Chang Ting's report. In between, there was the sound of slurping porridge and the occasional exclamation of "It smells so good".

They were in the temple's dining hall, eating vegetarian meals while reporting.

Obviously, the delicious vegetarian food was quickly making up for the damage caused by lying on the mountain for several days.

"It's watertight."

Gao Ying described Zhu Zangmo's reaction to Chang Ting, "Although I could see that his eyes were not right, flickering, and obviously he was lying, there was no evidence.

"You still believe in Buddhism, yet you dare to lie in front of the Buddha, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will strike you with lightning?"

Zheng Cai interjected, "There's a detail I don't know whether I should mention or not."

Chang Ting: "Nonsense, ding ding ding, talk, talk, talk!"

"We discovered that wherever Zhu Zangmo went, he always carried a string of Buddhist beads with a large pendant hanging from it. This thing wasn't there a few days ago."

Zheng Cai took a crunchy bite of the pickled radish. "I just chatted with a little monk. He said it was a pendant with the Shurangama Mantra, and it had been consecrated in the main hall upstairs. I can get one for only 888 yuan."

Chang Ting was surprised and said, "It's so expensive! What is the Shurangama Mantra?"

A cold female voice suddenly interrupted the call:

"It's a Buddhist mantra, it has the effect of dispelling disasters, warding off evil spirits, and calming the mind. In short, it has the effect of warding off evil spirits. He probably walked too much at night and attracted a demon."

Over there, Zheng Cai stopped chewing and asked, "Who's talking?"

Chang Ting glanced at Chen He across from him with an awkward expression and said, "No one is talking."

Zheng Cai was startled and doubtful: "There is clearly someone..."

Chang Ting interrupted him and said, "You can use the excuse that the road is blocked and you can't go down the mountain as an excuse to stay in the temple and monitor Zhu Zangmo. Just monitor him openly, don't worry about him finding out. Report any movements he makes immediately."

"Okay, Brother Chang. But just now I really heard a female voice suddenly explaining..."

"You're hallucinating."

Zheng Cai's voice was weak: "Should I also ask for a big pendant..."

Gao Ying said, "Forget it, it's too expensive..."

Chang Ting hung up the call.

Then he glanced at Chen He across from him and asked, "Do you understand everything about Buddhism?"

"I know a little bit," Chen He replied. "I've collected this kind of material for my story. Zhu Zangmo wears something to ward off evil spirits, so he must have done a lot of bad things and attracted a ghost."

Chang Ting couldn't help but touch the goose bumps on the back of his neck: "Hush, long live materialism! Long live materialism!"

He tapped his fingers on his knees and followed his thoughts. "It's expected that Zhu Zangmo won't speak up easily. We still need to find a breakthrough, either empirically or psychologically, to break his defenses."

"I'll check the surveillance footage later to see if there's anything. After the explosion, the local authorities were reprimanded by their superiors, and they've been busy repairing the public surveillance in this area.

"I don't know how many have been repaired in the past few days, and whether they have captured any footage of Song Zhou. Checking the video also takes time. Don't be too anxious."

Chen He nodded: "Okay."

Chang Ting was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at her twice.

It seemed that Chen He had calmed down a lot during this period of time.

He suddenly became suspicious.

Did something happen that he didn't know about?

Teacher Chen is very good at teasing him. Practice makes perfect.