The Underworld Detective

Wang Dali said excitedly: "Tell me what kind of machine is in there. ”

And I was like, “There's a monument in the temple! ”

Wang Dali said: "Shit, you'll be saying that for the rest of your life, right? ”

I patiently explained to him that the password was not complicated at all, but the reason it had not been solved for three years was because the key was missing, and the key was the comparison table of the password, and the key was the monument in the temple.

I just walked around the temple and found traces of a monument on one side of the courtyard, but that monument was gone.

This should be the case, Jia hid something here a decade ago and wrote a code according to the inscription in the courtyard. But then he went to jail for seven years, and in those seven years, the tablet was carved out, so the code became a book of heaven that monks could not understand for three years.

Wang Dali said: "You are right to analyze it, but where can I find this tablet? ”

I said, "This temple should be recorded in the local county magazine, and we'll go to the county government tomorrow to borrow it. ”

Wang Dali said: "Hey, we're going back to school tomorrow. You're still going to stay here. What about the accommodation? ”

I said, "Aren't you an assistant? Do something!”

Wang Dali went to the master at the factory and said we had some business to stay for a few days. Master Hao Mai agreed. The next morning, we took the dried food of the day to the County Journal Office and went over a dozen copies of the County Journal.

I checked all morning, I saw a picture of the temple in an old photo, and quickly woke Wang Da Li, who was sleepy: “Go and borrow a magnifying glass! ”

He took it to the magnifying glass, and I looked at the photograph and toughly recognized the inscription: “If I smell it, Buddha was in Shewei, trees to the lonely garden...” I looked up and said: “It is the Vajra!" ”

"Yangzi, you're too good," said Wang Dali. "Just a few words and you'll know it's the Vajra. ”

I shrugged helplessly: "Isn't the Vajra common sense? Go get one. ”

He came to the Book of Vajra, and I did a very unjust thing because of so much commitment, drawing bars on the book. Because the inscription is twelve words, I separated the whole passage every twelve words, Wang Dali said: “Writing pictures in the book is to pay for it. ”

And I couldn't lift my head, and I said, "It's okay, I'll take it! ”

He said in a shadow: "This book seems to be a lonely book. ”

When I finished, I looked at the password table, and the number in front was the number of pages, and I found the words in each column according to the subdivision number, and finally came out with four words: “Under the Bodhi tree! ”

I put the book together and said, "Go, dig the treasure! ”

I rushed out of the library and Wang Dali shouted in the back: "Yoko, you don't want anything! ”

I ran back to the mountains like a madman, searching everywhere in the temple. The Bodhi tree was actually a fallen leaf tree. When Xuan Xuan learned the scriptures, he brought back some seeds from the geranium, and many temples were planted.

After a lap, I was a little disappointed. Wang Dali asked: "What does the Bodhi tree look like? Grapes? ”

I said: "Kind of like a banyan tree, the leaves are triangular...”

As I said, my gaze fell in one direction. I saw a giant bodhisattva tree on the top of the mountain, and I rushed over. This was the only bodhisattva tree in the whole forest, and I was excited to hold it for a few kisses.

I didn't have the tools, so I grabbed my hand. Wang Dali threw me a few pieces of broken tiles: “Don't break my nails with your hands. It hurts. ”

I rushed, "Dig! ”

We dug around the tree for half a day, and Wang Dali suddenly shouted, “Yoko, I found a box! ”

I went over there and there was a camphor box in the dirt. Together, we lifted it up and opened it. Although what we saw at the time was some grey artifacts, in the memory behind me, it seemed like a flash of brilliance.

Inside is all the artifacts lost in the one or six major cases, I can't tell what to say. Wang Dali picked up a golden hollowed jade coat and said: “Shit, this is the legendary golden hollowed jade coat that will keep the body alive for a thousand years. It's full of gold wire, we're rich! ”

I scolded: "Cultural relics are the state, don't break them, they're going to jail. ”

Wang Dali put it back with disappointment: "Do you dare to busy this circle and hand it over to the state when it's finished? ”

I laughed, "Cultural relics are the state, but thanks to us! ”

I immediately called Huang Xiaotao and asked her to send someone to receive the cultural relics. Huang Xiaotao finished listening. "Good boy, go outside to intern and give my sister a great credit. How can I thank you? ”

I said, "I don't have much to ask. Let's have a vulgar way of thanking you! ”

Huang Xiaotao laughed: “You've learned so badly! I'll contact the SWAT immediately and send a team of comrades and three armored vehicles to receive the relics and bring you both back, but waiting for you is not a celebration! ”

I heard her outside the string: “What, another case? ”

"It's not a big case," she said, "but you better get involved, because it's a case that drives thousands of girls. ”

I chuckled, “Did Obama kill someone in Korea? ”

"Almost," she said. "It's Obama from China. You must have heard of the seal! ”

I guess only the wildlings in the mountains don't know the name of Easy Seal. He's a little red meat in recent years, he's got tens of millions of fans, and his ads are all over the streets.

I never dreamed that this superstar was involved in a murder, and I was going to get rid of it for him!