Chapter 156
The document on the screen scrolled and stopped at a page with Lu Shuping's photo.
Her soft hair hangs on her shoulders, fair and well-behaved, like a jasmine flower.
Zhou Zhengzheng looked at the photo and said, "That night, Zhu Zangmo was like he was seeing a ghost. He kept saying the name 'Lu Shuping'."
The document stated the cause of Lu Shuping's death.
While hospitalized in a mental hospital, he committed suicide by hanging himself on the window mesh of the ward.
Chen He remembered that when Zhu Zangmo suddenly suffered from "hysteria", he stared at the direction of the Buddhist temple entrance, chanted Lu Shuping's name, and asked: "Why is your tongue so long?"
At that time, Zhu Zangmo must have seen Lu Shuping's appearance when he died in his vision.
Why is Zhu Zangmo like that?
Is it simply because he has done too many bad things and is becoming suspicious?
Zhou Zhengzheng pointed to the date on the screen: "According to the chronological order, Lu Shuping may be the first victim. Moreover, she is a classmate of my master.
Chen He was stunned for a moment, then noticed Lu Shuping's age. Sure enough, he was Chang Ting's age. Then he looked at the time of his death, which was twelve years ago.
Zhou Zhengzheng looked at the beautiful young girl in the photo and said, "Master said that Lu Shuping lost her father when she was young, and her mother, a nurse, raised her alone.
"Lu Shuping is a good student and has a talent for painting. To help her get into her ideal art school, her mother saved money and sent her to a Tibetan ink painting base for six months of intensive training."
After the training camp ended, Lu Shuping did not return to school to study, nor did he take the college entrance examination. It was said that he was suffering from severe depression and had to take a leave of absence from school and be hospitalized.
"Not long after, he committed suicide in the ward."
Zhou Zhengzheng paused for a moment before continuing, "These are just the circumstances in my master's memory.
"We have sent people to Lu Shuping's hometown to investigate. Once we contact her mother, we will get more details."
Zhou Zhengzheng's eyes flashed with a fierce rage like a knife. "If we can find evidence to prove that these girls committed suicide because of being abused by Zhu Zangmo, Zhu Zangmo will definitely be sentenced to death!"
Chen He felt like there was a huge rock on his head and he was speechless.
After a while, I remembered that I hadn't seen Chang Ting. I asked, "Is Officer Chang still in the hospital?"
"He's staying here. The doctor told him to stay for a few days. I asked Zhang You to stay and watch over him."
Chen He asked, "Are the cuffs ready?"
"The cuffs are ready."
"That'll do."
"Who's handcuffed?"
Suddenly a voice rang out from behind.
The two looked back and jumped up at the same time.
Chang Ting was leaning on the backs of their chairs, poking his head between the two of them, also looking at the computer screen. Fortunately, he was not bumped.
He protected his head: "Be careful! Your head is just fine. If I hit it again, can you afford to pay for it?"
Chen He looked at Zhou Zhengzheng: "Aren't they handcuffed already?"
"Haha. He escaped from prison." Zhou Zhengzheng waved to the side, "Catch him."
Two colleagues came over in response.
"Wait, wait!"
Chang Ting took a defensive stance, quickly took out a list, and held it in front of him like a golden medal of immunity from death.
"Look carefully, ancestors! I'm discharged from the hospital. The doctor made way for me!"
Zhou Zhengzheng took it and saw that it was a discharge certificate.
After the review was confirmed, he finally waved goodbye and the two colleagues left.
Chang Ting was proud: "What kind of physical condition do I have? In fact, there is no need for me to live..."
He caught a glimpse of the veins bulging on his apprentice's fist and abruptly changed the subject: "I've made a major discovery."
He flipped his hand and took out a medicine bottle, "The reason Zhu Zangmo went crazy was because of this thing."
Zhou Zhengzheng took it and looked at the English label on the bottle with some surprise: "Medication for depression?"
Chang Ting gave a thumbs up and said, "My apprentice is indeed educated, unlike those two who are illiterate in English."
The night before yesterday, Zhu Zangmo suddenly suffered from "hysteria" during the interrogation, and then bumped into the lotus seat of the Buddha statue and fell into coma.
They sent him back to his meditation room, and he regained consciousness after a while, but he was still not fully conscious and was in a state of extreme fear, muttering things like "there are ghosts".
He kept getting up and trying to go out.
Everyone took turns controlling him, and they were exhausted. Finally, they had no choice but to tie his hands and feet with cloth strips.
He twisted around like a worm for a while and finally fell asleep.
The old abbot fetched a medicine box, treated the wound on Zhu Zangmo's right arm, and bandaged it. He wiped the sweat from his bald head and called the two policemen aside.
"My dear police officer, there is a situation I need to report."
The old abbot said that when Zhu Zangmo was drinking tea with him a few days ago, he said that he had been sleeping very poorly recently, had frequent nightmares at night, and felt tired during the day, as if he was being harassed by evil spirits.
He had tried everything at home, even seeking help from a Taoist priest, and asking for a peach wood statue and a talisman to ward off evil spirits. But nothing really worked.
This time I came to stay in the Buddhist temple temporarily, also to seek the Buddha's protection.
It can be said that Buddhism and Taoism are taking a two-pronged approach.
Zhu Zangmo said that he was willing to donate to build a golden Buddha statue, just to dispel evil spirits and allow him to sleep peacefully.
The amount of money he donated was very generous. The old abbot did not care about him playing two-timing. He was very grateful and immediately gave him a pendant with the Heart Sutra worth 888 yuan. He also promised to set up an altar for him to recite the mantra to ward off evil spirits.
"Amitabha, police benefactor, please understand that I did not deceive him."
The old abbot frowned, "I've read the sutras, prayed for blessings, and performed rituals. I'm honest and trustworthy, and the goods are genuine!"
Gao Ying said hesitantly, "Well...it doesn't seem to be working, does it?"
The old abbot raised his palm, worried. "I think it's possible that Mr. Zhu's karma is too heavy to be eliminated. How about calling the police and sending Mr. Zhu to the hospital?"
Gao Yingshen agreed. "Master, what you said makes sense. However, the mountain road is still icy and snowy, so we can't go tonight. We'll see the road conditions tomorrow and make plans. If we can, we'll take him to the hospital."
His speech was also twisted into something that was neither ancient nor modern.
It was then that Zheng made a discovery.
He held up a medicine bottle: "Brother, there is a bottle of medicine on his bedside table. The label is in English and I can't understand it..."
Two policemen and an old monk passed the medicine bottle around, but no one could understand it.
Finally, I used the translation software on my phone and found a few key words on the drug instructions: relief, depression...
Gao Ying was surprised and asked, "Does Zhu Zangmo have depression? I've never heard of it."
"It seems that people with severe depression can experience hallucinations." Zheng Cai recalled some fragments of knowledge and said hesitantly, "Is this why he saw a ghost last night?"
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