Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

The reason why Saito Akihiro's death in the photo is said to be strange.

Because it’s completely different from what I thought.

What I thought was that the photo would show Saito Akihiro having his eyes gouged out, his nose cut off, and his ears pierced and his tongue cut out.

Because the appearance of Saito Akihiro's ghost on the night he was hospitalized was so terrifying.

But in the photo, Saito Akihiro looks relieved.

It seemed as if death had freed him from his shackles.

There were bruises on his cheeks from being beaten, but his facial features were intact.

It was completely different from the terrifying look he showed when he came to see me that night.

what 's wrong?

A ghost should look the same as when he died!

Why does Saito Akihiro's ghost look completely different from the one in the photo?

Could it be that the ghost I saw that night wasn't Saito Akihiro's?

As soon as this thought popped into my mind, I couldn't help but shudder.

If the ghost I saw that night wasn't Saito Akihiro's... then what the hell could it be?!

"Could the photo be fake?"

I muttered something, but quickly shook my head in denial.

The photos look real.

And there was no need for Boss Dong to lie to me.

The most important thing is that Saito Akihiro's movements in the photo are difficult to fake.

He was shirtless and sitting in a cross-legged position with his legs crossed and his hands placed in the mudra below his navel.

Diufuzuzao is a Buddhist term.

The double cross-legged position is to cross the right foot on the left leg, and the left foot on the right leg.

Because all Buddhas use this sitting posture, it is also called Tathagata Sitting Posture or Lotus Sitting Posture, which represents the state of perfect and peaceful sitting.

In the photo, Saito Akihiro's cross-legged sitting posture is very standard.

It is like an old monk who has accomplished many merits and virtues and is meditating in Zen.

But his naked body was covered with scars, bruises, scars and scabbed wounds all over his body, which destroyed the sense of perfection and peace of sitting cross-leggedly.

In the middle of his chest, a bird pattern was drawn in blood.

The bird looks very familiar to me.

It seems like I've seen it somewhere before.

Snapped!

I slapped my forehead and remembered it!

Earlier, when I was in Saito Akihiro's office, someone came in and stole the family photo.

The man who stole the family photo had a bird tattoo behind his ear.

The pattern that Saito Akihiro drew in blood on the center of his chest.

It’s almost the same as that bird tattoo!

Did he want to use this pattern to express that the people who kidnapped him were Torii Ryuzo's men?

I don't think it's that simple.

But I can't think of any other reasonable explanation.

Finally, my gaze rested on his hands, which were in the mudra of concentration.

The Dhing mudra is one of the hand gestures in Tantric Buddhism.

A seal symbolizing meditation.

Of course, when I looked at the photo, I had no idea that this was a Ding seal.

All you can see is that he is sitting in a cross-legged position.

What attracted me most in the whole photo was the blood on his left index finger and the bleeding wound on his right wrist.

The wound on his wrist was deep, and the blood flowing down stained his pants and the bed sheets red.

It was obvious that he had died by slitting his wrists.

Before his death, he used his left index finger dipped in blood to draw a bird-shaped pattern on his chest.

Then close your eyes and wait peacefully for death to come.

But why was it the right wrist that was cut?

I couldn't help but pick up the pen on the table and use it as a knife.

He scratched his wrist.

Well, I cut my left wrist with the knife in my right hand.

Normal people will use their dominant hand to hold objects.

For example, people who are right-handed will instinctively use their right hand to hold a knife, pen, chopsticks, etc.

It is obvious that Saito Akihiro committed suicide by cutting his wrists with his left hand.

He's left-handed?!

"Left-handed, sitting in lotus position, his face was peaceful and full of liberation when he died."

"And there's a bird pattern painted in the middle of the chest."

"What message was he trying to convey by going to such great lengths to do this before committing suicide?"

"And Uncle Chen, why didn't you mention Saito Akihiro's death at all?"

I thought about it over and over but couldn't come up with an answer.

"Stone." Boss Dong's voice came.

"You've been in Hong Kong Island for so many days and you haven't been out for a walk."

"I have nothing to do now, so I'll take you for a walk."

"By the way, buy some things and bring them back to your brothers."

This reminder comes at a very timely moment.

Whenever you go out, you must bring back some local specialties to give to others.

If you go back empty-handed, you will be ignorant of the ways of the world.

Boss Dong suggested: "If you are sending gifts to the elderly, buy some nourishing foods; if you are sending gifts to women, buy cosmetics; if you are sending gifts to brothers and friends, buy cigarettes and alcohol; if you are sending gifts to children, buy chocolates."

"For example, I will prepare some dried ginseng, bird's nest, abalone, and tripe, as well as high-end cosmetics, to give to the provincial leaders."

These words are full of worldly wisdom.

The gift-giving positioning is extremely accurate.

In those days, there was a shortage of supplies in the country, and the way to build relationships was not as blatant as giving money as it was later.

Basically, they are gifts of scarce and hard-to-get items.

The old mountain ginseng, bird's nest, abalone and belly and other things that Boss Dong mentioned will definitely be very popular if given to the leaders in the province.

High-end cosmetics are definitely prepared for the families of leaders.

The so-called east, west, south, and north winds are not as strong as the pillow wind.

At any time, the wife route is an important route to success.

"Okay, let's go now."

I put down the photos and went out with Boss Dong to do some shopping.

It was dark when we came back.

After packing up the specialties he bought, Boss Dong looked at his watch.

"The timing is perfect. Let's go to Wong Tai Sin Temple now."

"Think about what you'll ask after you summon the spirit medium on the way, and don't waste the opportunity."

Hearing this, I looked at the photo on the table.

Suddenly I thought of a question.

"Brother Dong, where did you get this photo?"

"Why would they take pictures after Saito Akihiro's death?"

Boss Dong scratched his head and said, "Actually, I did look for Chen Huimin."

"Say you want to know the details of Saito Akihiro's death."

"Then he contacted Ye Han's people, and they gave him this photo."

"By the way, when Chen Huimin gave me the photo, he said he told Uncle Chen about this."

Uncle Chen said expressionlessly, “Curiosity kills the cat.”

"So Chen Huimin asked me to advise you to curb your curiosity."

"Oh!" Boss Dong sighed.

Come over and put your arm around my shoulders.

As he walked out, he said, "I know you're thinking about a lot of things, and you might even be doubting Uncle Chen."

"But what I want to say is."

"With our current strength, influence, and abilities, you and I can only be pawns on a chessboard."

"A chess piece must have the awareness of a chess piece."

“Before you have the capital to break through, you won’t even think about what the chess players are thinking or doing.”

"Just deal with the problems in front of you."

"Your biggest problem right now is how to get to Blackwater City and save your life..."

Right.

There's no point thinking too much.

The most important thing is to find Professor Zhang and Zhang Nan, and then go to Blackwater City to deal with the ghost thing in the dantian.

If you lose your life, everything else will be a castle in the air.

Boss Dong and I got in the car.

When we arrived at Wong Tai Sin Temple, it was already dark.

The whole street was dark and quiet, with no sign of life.

Two white paper lanterns were hung at the closed entrance of the Wong Tai Sin Temple, emitting a little light.

The night wind blew.

White paper lanterns flutter in the wind.

The candlelight flickered.

Boss Dong and I both shuddered involuntarily.

"Brother Dong, are we in the right place?"

"This eerie atmosphere doesn't seem like a Taoist temple."

"It can't be wrong." Boss Dong pointed to the plaque above the closed door.

"It's written on it, Wong Tai Sin Temple."

"But why isn't the door open?"

"Uncle Chen said he has arranged everything."

Boss Dong shrank his neck hard.

He stepped behind me and whispered, "Shi Tou, why don't you go over and knock on the door?"