Leaving the office, Chen Shi went to the technical squadron to find Peng Sijue. Lin Dongxue followed behind and said, "There is no dead body. What are you looking for Captain Peng for?"
"Don't think so rigidly. Maybe this corpse has been discovered in more than ten years, but it was unclaimed. If you compare it with the little monk's DNA, you may find his father."
"Yes, why didn't I expect it!"
However, today Peng Sijue actually took a rest. Chen Shi was not discouraged and said to the man on duty: "Can I take a set of guys who draw blood?"
"Brother Chen, just take it."
Taking the tools, Chen Shi called Peng Sijue and asked him to come out for dinner. On the phone, Peng Sijue's volume was octaves higher, "You asked me out for dinner? Who else?"
"Winter Snow!"
"Who else?"
"Gone."
"What to eat?"
"I know you don't like hot food. I know there is a vegetarian restaurant on Gongzhou Road, which is very good. I wanted to try it a long time ago."
"AA system?"
"Lin Dongxue has a treat!" Chen Shi said, and Lin Dongxue glared at him.
"I arrive exactly at five o'clock. If you are ten minutes late, I will leave."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Dongxue said, "Why do you want me to ask?"
"Did you just lose the bet? A good dinner was agreed."
Lin Dongxue made a helpless expression, "I am willing to bet."
"I also called the little monk."
Chen Shi sent a text message to the little monk and told the address. The little monk replied with an expression of palms together. Chen Shi smiled and said, "It's a monk."
At five o'clock, Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue rushed to the Su Zhai Guan on Gongzhou Road, and saw Peng Sijue talking to the little monk. Chen Shixin said that the two of them didn't know each other, so they got acquainted first.
When they walked in, they were actually saying—
"The Dharma cloud, the great world is made up of the karma of sentient beings, there is a world outside the world, as many as the sands of the Ganges, and the Dharma is not idealism as the donor said."
"Science has proven that the world is made of atoms, and your clichés are simply untenable."
"But the donor cannot deny its materialism and speculation. Buddhism is not a religion, but a philosophy, a way for the ancients to perceive everything!"
"Fuck, you are talking about'stand'!?" Chen Shi said.
Peng Sijue looked embarrassed and said, "This little monk is too good at talking. The monks have also kept pace with the times."
"It's alright, let's eat!"
Peng Sijue noticed that the little monk was following and cast a suspicious look at Chen Shi. Chen Shi said, "Together."
The little monk put his hands together and said to Peng Sijue: "Hello, donor!"
The decoration of Su Zhai Hall was renewed. Four people were seated. Everyone took turns ordering. They ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, mapo tofu, teriyaki sea cucumber and so on. The little monk hurriedly said, "Amitabha!" got up and prepared to leave.
Chen Shi said, "Don't worry, little master, these are all made of tofu and gluten. I checked on the Internet. They won't break the precept at this vegetarian restaurant. They don't even put the onions and garlic."
"If there is a beneficiary, the six roots of the monks are clean, and the rough tea and light rice will do."
"It's okay, you just came to add a pair of chopsticks. We will give you something else. Isn't it a waste of money?"
The little monk was persuaded and stopped talking.
When the dishes were on the table, Chen Shi explained the facts of the case. Peng Sijue kept looking at the little monk and seemed a little surprised. When things were brought up again for so many years, the little monk appeared calm and indifferent.
"Human memory..." Peng Sijue said.
"I know what you are going to say, people's memory is unreliable, but no matter how unreliable, such an important matter, I don't think he will remember it wrong."
"What if he lied?... Oh, I didn't mean to disbelieve you." Peng Sijue said to the little monk in the second half.
"Let's check it out. If you find it, you can check it. If you don't find it, you can only do that." Chen Shi said, taking out the blood drawing tool he took from the bureau.
Seeing the blood draw, the little monk was a little nervous. Peng Sijue explained the DNA. The little monk cooperated obediently and let him draw a tube of blood.
"I'll go back and compare it!" Peng Sijue said, "However, I have a few questions about your'story'. First, did you see your father being killed? Second, besides your parents, don't you have any other relatives? Can you go? Third, forgive me for offense. You were only five years old at the time, and then you went straight to the family. You don’t know much about the relationship between men and women. Did you see the "bad guys" raping your mother, or your mother and the bad guys. Cheating? Are you sure?"
The last question was too harsh. The little monk's body shook. He clasped his palms together and said, "First, I saw my father being chopped and covered in blood, almost dying..."
"What is your mother doing?"
"She was tied up by bad guys!"
"I think this is a self-rationalization of your memory. Your mother may not have been tied up. It's just that you modified the details in the memory to make it reasonable for your mother to stand by and watch."
The little monk's lips trembled. He lowered his head and kept chanting "Amitabha Buddha" to calm himself down. Lin Dongxue said to Peng Sijue: "Captain Peng, we will discuss these details later."
The little monk finally calmed down and said, "Second, besides my parents, I also have an aunt in Long'an. I met a few times when I was a child, but I didn’t know where she lived. So on the night of the accident, I panicked and ran into the mountains. .
"Third, I really don't understand men and women, but my parents are very affectionate. When the bad guys dominate, my mother screams constantly. Is that also what you think is cheating?"
Peng Sijue shook his head silently, it seems that he still doesn't believe in the memories of the little monk.
In fact, Chen Shi didn't believe it either. In his opinion, the murder might have happened, and the truth of the whole incident might not be as the little monk recalled.
Chen Shi asked: "Remember the season?"
"It's a hot day, because I was wearing an undershirt and shorts. I scratched my knee when I ran away. I can still see the scars now!"
Lin Dongxue kept flipping through the notebook. She pointed to the upper right corner of the third painting and said, "What is this cross in mid-air?"
"I remember it was something coming out of the window, a light in the shape of a cross... By the way, it was like that kind of glass." The little monk pointed to the partition in the restaurant, which was covered with diamond-shaped frosted glass.
Chen Shi stood up, walked behind the partition, turned on the phone and attached the flashlight to it. After the glass is transparent, a cross-shaped pattern will appear. Chen Shi said: "Like this?"
The little monk shook his head, "Bigger, longer underneath."
"Isn't that the real cross?" Lin Dongxue was shocked, "Could it be near a certain church?"
The little monk added, "I remember the pink and purple light, which kept flickering and was very dazzling."
Peng Sijue checked on the phone and turned to a color chart for him to identify. The little monk pointed out two of the colors with certainty. Peng Sijue asked him to identify other colors and confirmed that he was not color blind or color weak.
"Even if the church is equipped with colorful lights on holidays, it won't use this gorgeous color!" Lin Dongxue said.
Chen Shi shook his head, "It doesn't have to be pink and purple. White and red light can match pink, and purple is blue and red. The blue and white LED lights are very common, so the glass is red."
"Red!?" The little monk was frightened, with tears in his eyes, "Yes, my father's blood is all on the glass!"