my buddhist boyfriend

A person has three souls and seven souls. After death, the seven souls are destroyed. The soul crosses the bridge of Naihe, and the seven steps of evil karma are eliminated.

There is such a place in City A called Sanquan Detective Agency.

This detective agency is not very famous. Sometimes in order to make money, it catches mistresses, cats and dogs.

In the summer of July, the weather was scorching hot. Xia Chan played her unique voice, stepped onto the stage, and began to sing desperately

The city center is bustling and developing rapidly. However, there are some old houses on the edge of City A, which are a bit out of place compared with the main city of City A.

Under the big banyan tree with luxuriant branches, Lao Li, wearing a white vest and blue trousers, was fanning his grandson to drive away mosquitoes and summer heat. A little boy sat beside him and was seriously doing his homework.

In this old Xicheng District, many residents have lived here for three generations. This is the epitome of the predecessor of City A, and it is also the memory of these old people.

The summer sun slanted into the second floor. Following the sunlight, it was a layout of two bedrooms and one living room. There was an old sofa in the living room. The sofa was originally dark red, and it gradually looked like an old man. , The sofa is facing a coffee table, thick document paper is scattered on the coffee table, and an ashtray is pressed on the paper beside it.

The cigarette butts and ash in the ashtray formed a hill, half of the sofa was covered with clothes and socks, even the dining table beside it was not spared, a sock was hung on the edge.

I can't get rid of it, and I want someone to come forward and give it a hand.

"Next, I'm here to interview Boss Mo from the detective agency in City A, who is specially invited today. He will tell us how to crack a murder case in a locked room in City A. There are no footprints and fingerprints at the scene. Can you tell us the details of this case?"

"Well, hello everyone, I'm Mo Nan, Mo of Mo Nan, and Nan of Mo Nan. The case solved this time is mainly due to my extraordinary IQ and my unique personality charm. Everyone should believe it and don't be guilty. Don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, everyone should do more good deeds and accumulate blessings for themselves. If you encounter any strange things in the future that you can't solve, you can come to Sanquan Detective Agency and report my name for a [-]% discount. "

A man wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts, with a height of 1.7 meters [-], with curly hair like a wind, wheat-colored skin, black eyebrows, some eyes with inner eyes, bright eyes It seems that there are some peach eyes called by the older generation, which makes people look extra attractive. Holding a remote control in his hand, he is talking to himself.

If there is someone at this time, they will definitely think that this person is a neuropathy, a schizophrenia patient.

A bang brought Mo Nan back to reality. He stopped his performance, searched for the sound, and found that the door of his house was opened, and his subordinate Sun Ke was standing at the door.

The briefcase that had just been dropped by the owner was lying on the ground, and Sun Ke stood there in a daze, looking at the instigator.

Mo Nan is the boss of the detective agency. He is young and promising. He is in his twenties. He usually gives his subordinates an image of being handsome, rigorous (he thinks so) and strict in his work.

However, today, this legend will be shattered!

Mo Nan's mind was running fast, fuck!Why didn't you close the door when you got home last night!what to do!He quickly calmed down, coughed twice, put down the remote control that had just been used as a microphone in his hand, and walked towards the people outside the door with a calm expression, as if his fine side just now was not the same as him.

"What's the matter, did you catch Miss Liu's husband's mistress?"

Sister Liu and her husband are a couple in need. After they made a fortune, people's hearts changed, and there was something new on the outside.

Sun Ke was wearing glasses and had a haircut that just covered his forehead. He looked gentle and gentle. He recovered from Mo Nan's words, quickly picked up the briefcase on the ground, and lifted his glasses by the way. He said in a business-like tone: "Uncle Zhang's wife gave birth to twins, and asked us to go to his house for dinner tonight. You have been unable to get through on the phone. Zhao Ran said that you must rest at home, so I came to inform you."

It was only then that Mo Nan remembered that he had his mobile phone. He didn't take it out of his trouser pocket when he washed his clothes this morning.

"Well, I see, I'll pack up and go there right away."

Mo Nan sent Sun Ke away, closed the door, and threw himself on the sofa, all the clothes on the sofa were pushed to the floor by him.

"It's over, my handsome, unrestrained and handsome image! My fame in my life will be ruined in one fell swoop."

In the end, someone still tidied things up. When he was in the room, he was a second-rate guy, but when he went out, he was a tall, handsome and handsome man.

Mo Nan walked to his car, opened the door and sat in the driver's cab, started the engine and warmed up the car. During this spare minute or two, he brushed his hair with his hands to confirm that it was perfect.

Uncle Zhang is a 42-year-old middle-aged man. Mo Nan's parents died young, and Uncle Zhang took good care of him.His wife and he are childhood sweethearts. The two have failed to create a human being for many years, and they have sought medical treatment many times. Finally, at the beginning of this year, the wife was pregnant with a child. After the hospital examination, they were still twins, but Uncle Zhang was very happy. There was a smile on his face.

When Mo Nan came back from Uncle Zhang's house for dinner, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. At this time, the city center of City A was full of lights, but in this old Xicheng District, thousands of households were silent and dark, except for a few dying candles. The street lights are still struggling, the light is weak, as if there is no one.

Driving all the way home, I parked my car on Maluzi. In this Xicheng District, there is no parking garage, and the traffic police seemed to have forgotten this area. Everyone parked their cars on Maluzi at random, and Mo Nan was no exception.

Walking home requires crossing the alley, Mo Nan kicked something before taking two steps, it felt soft, Mo Nan took out the lighter from his pocket, clicked it, lit it, and looked at it with the light of the lighter to stop him of obstacles.

It is a person lying on the ground. This person is wearing a cassock and has no hair. He looks like a monk.

The light from the lighter was not strong, so he could only see the general outline of the person, not the real face. Mo Nan reached out to check his breath. He looked at the moment, the neighbors were asleep, and the phone was broken. beat.

In the end, Mo Nan carried him back with great kindness. I have to say, this monk is quite heavy.

In the black night, the monk slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and soon closed his eyes again, returning to a coma-like appearance.

In the early morning of the next day, the old Xicheng District seemed to be exploding. Mo Nan's house lived on the second floor, and even closing the windows could not stop the noise from outside.

Mo Nan was lying in his bed, wearing short-sleeved shorts, with his quilt sandwiched between his legs. He dreamed that he was seducing a beautiful woman and inviting her to go to the mandarin duck red tent to warm up. There were always annoying voices nagging in his ears, Rambling, it's the same as chanting scriptures.

Mo Nan opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-awake state, half of his soul hadn't come back yet, and the other half was still on the beauty in the dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a person sitting by his bed, staring at him. Mo Nan felt that he was in a daze, probably because he hadn't woken up and had hallucinations.

Mo Nan closed his eyes and squinted again. He always felt that someone was staring at him nakedly. It was very uncomfortable, so he opened his eyes again.

After a while, Mo Nan jumped up from the bed, leaned against the wall of his bed, and stared at the person sitting beside his bed.

He could not hear the man's tone and said calmly, "You are awake, thank you for saving me."

………………

Mo Nan was a little dazed, and it took half a minute before he came to his senses. This is the monk he picked up yesterday out of kindness.

Mo Nan looked at him. This man was wearing a light gray gold-woven robe with lotus flowers embroidered on it. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand. His slender neck, high nose bridge and thin lips were faint in the early morning. Under the sunlight, it seemed to have a particularly cold and ascetic temperament.

Mo Nan's bed was leaning against the window, and he leaned against the window frame. Suddenly he felt that the downstairs was extremely lively and noisy today. Based on his past experience, he felt that something was wrong.

He opened the window and looked downstairs, and saw many residents downstairs gathered together, and there were people crying.

Mo Nan quickly got off the bed, took his clothes from the bed to the bathroom, quickly changed them, then washed up, and when he came out of the bathroom, he looked different again.

He quickly put on his shoes, took the key from the shoe cabinet, and said to the monk who was standing in the living room watching all his actions: "Monk, you are awake now, if you can find your way home, wait for you Just go back by yourself and close the door for me when you go out, if you can’t find it, you stay in this room, don’t wander around, wait for me to come back and take you to the police station.”

As soon as the voice fell, the person had already walked away.

Mo Nan went downstairs, walked downstairs, scrambled into the crowd, and found that the crowd was surrounded by Liu Da, but it was Liu Da's body, Mo Nan yelled at these brave neighbors in the crowd.

"Big guys stop watching, don't destroy the scene."

He pressed the dial of his watch, only to hear a slight sound. This watch also has the function of a high-definition camera. Everyone in this Xicheng District knows that he is Mo's detective, so everyone retreats and exits an encirclement.

Mo Nan waved at them to signal them not to watch. Unfortunately, these people like to gossip, and everyone was unmoved.

Soon the police car arrived, and the police cordoned off the area, and these residents returned to their homes one after another, poking their heads and ears out of their door frames and windows, listening to the conversation after dinner.

The deceased Liu Da: Male, 49 years old, was a truck driver, often used to do long-distance transportation, and liked to play cards. His wife, Liu Guihua, had a son with him. Both parents were still alive. They both lived not far from the old city. Today, they went out to sell breakfast. When the street vendor and the cart breakfast cart were about to go out to sell breakfast, the deceased was found with cash documents and mobile phones on his body. It didn't look like robbery and murder, and the deceased had no obvious wounds on his body.

Sun Ke whispered the news to him at the side. He has also lived in this old city for more than 20 years, and most of his neighbors know him. He likes to play small cards, and has no major shortcomings, and he has never heard of anyone having feuds with him.

Moreover, Xicheng District is an old city, and the distribution of houses is relatively dense. Everyone looks up and sees down. Today, someone is arguing, someone is beating the baby, and the baby is howling. How come Liu Da died near him? Downstairs, didn't any of the residents hear any violent movements last night?

The author has something to say:

Once the hole is opened, just sauce.The boss of the Jingfen Office, Mo Nan VS the evildoer, is a derivation of Buddhism with a basket of love stories.