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Using the pretext of going to Zhang Jia's house to "maintain stability", Liu Yue took He Chuanhai to skip work during working hours in a fair and honest manner.

The two of them went to have a look first.There is no trace of the place where the incident happened, and several large residential areas have been built next to it.The two walked down the road to the bridge for a few laps, but still found nothing.

Walking along the road to the river, He Chuanhai suddenly found something strange.At a certain corner of the zigzag-shaped Xiahe Road, there seems to be no place to lead to, but there is a vague dirt road that has been trampled out by people.He Chuanhai looked at the distance and felt that it was a river beach full of weeds. Why is there a road that looks like it is often trampled by people?

Liu Yue and He Chuanhai exchanged opinions and decided to go and have a look.Walking along the road, I found a dilapidated small temple built on the hillside.

There are no serious temple gates, and I don't know when it was built.Unlike other temples, there will be inscriptions or brief introductions. This temple is so simple that there are only a few carved stone statues on the rocks leaning on the hillside.The monks all live in a civil structure house built by themselves next to it.Beside it was the ashes left after burning the incense candles. It seemed that there were quite a few pilgrims, and there was a Bodhisattva with a few pieces of red cloth on it.

He Chuanhai has no religious beliefs, so he doesn't know what kind of Bodhisattva this is offering.But he always felt that the bodhisattvas carved here were different from what he usually saw, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Liu Yue went around and even went to chat with the monk by buying incense candles.

The monk couldn't tell the origin of this temple, saying that it was only responsible for the usual cleaning. On the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year and Guanyin's birthday, he led the believers to recite Buddhist scriptures and perform the merit of releasing life.

Liu Yue rambled and wanted to ask the monk if he had encountered any unusual things, but the monk just shook his head.

Seeing that there was nothing to ask, the two lit incense candles, bowed, and left.

He Chuanhai said: "This temple feels strange."

Liu Yue rarely agreed with him: "These few Bodhisattvas of Guanyin, Manjusri and Ksitigarbha are not worshiped in ordinary temples at all. It’s not that peaceful, but it feels awe-inspiring.”

"So what do you mean?"

"How do I know? I'm just guessing, either, this temple was built after the accident, for the sake of salvation." Liu Yue paused, and then continued: "Or it has been built for a long time, to suppress evil."

After hearing Liu Yue's words, He Chuanhai felt goosebumps popping out.That catastrophic accident, from its occurrence to the conclusion of the coffin, all revealed strangeness.If it is really because there is an evil that needs to be suppressed with a hidden temple in this place, it seems that everything can be explained.

After wasting a day, the two of them decided to do some homework the next day.Liu Yue went to the archives of the street to look up the relevant materials of that incident.He Chuanhai went back to the police station to try his luck to see if he could be transferred to the case records of that year.

The results were neither good nor bad.He Chuanhai almost returned without success, as long as he asked about the car accident, or the newcomer said he hadn't heard of it, while the old policeman said with an ambiguous attitude that he didn't know where the file was, let alone borrow it.He Chuanhai was a little sleepy, but there was good news from Liu Yue.

The newspapers of that year were stored in the archives of the street, and Liu Yue found several local newspapers on the day of the incident.Although the language of the report was vague, each company still posted pictures and texts in accordance with the regulations.Except for the mainstream newspapers, it can be seen that the same photo was accompanied by the newsletter issued with a unified caliber. However, there is a small newspaper that has now closed down. They put a photo taken by their own reporter .

Liu Yue secretly brought out the newspaper and pointed it to He Chuanhai: "Tell me, what is this reflective thing?"

The photo shows Zhang Jia's bus driven by Lao Li.The scene was a mess, the car body had been severely deformed, and the car body was twisted like a twist.The window glass was all shattered, and a large area was scattered on the ground.At that time, there was no awareness of coding pictures, so the corpses and stumps of people scattered on the ground nearby can still be seen in the pictures, as well as large areas of blood.

And Liu Yue's focus is obviously not on this tragic car accident.His finger is placed on a certain point of a flower bed on the side of the road close to the camera, tens of meters away from the bus.

Under the streetlights on Binjiang Road, the whole picture actually looks darker.And maybe because I was afraid of being too negative, the photo was black and white.It is precisely because of these two factors that the very weak reflection becomes obvious.Very small, if estimated according to the proportion of the photo, it is an object the size of a coin.

"By the way, what exactly is that driver looking for?" He Chuanhai frowned habitually. It was a test of his eyesight to ask him to distinguish what this object was. He even suspected that the tiny spot of light that Liu Yue pointed to was just a print on a newspaper. out of the question.

"A silver ring. It is said to be a relic left to him by his mother." Liu Yue put his thumb and index finger together to form a circle: "The size of this reflection is just right."

According to what Lao Li told Liu Yue, Lao Li was an orphan, and his adoptive mother picked him up in the trash can when he was picking up trash.The two depended on each other for life. The old lady was not doing very well by herself, but she tried every means to bring up Lao Li, and even saved him money so that he could learn a driver's license and become a driver.Before the good life was over, he fell and broke his head on the road picking up trash.The old lady was also getting older, so she couldn't make it to that spring.

The old lady left nothing to Lao Li in her life, except for the silver ring she always wore on one finger.After Lao Li buried the old lady, he found a red string to string a ring and hung it around his neck.Who knows why the rope broke suddenly that day and flew out.

"Just for a silver ring?" He Chuanhai couldn't understand.

"He said, there is no such..." Liu Yue sighed: "He was afraid that he would go down, and his mother would not recognize him."