Seeing that Mao Lilan’s face gradually changed, abbot Qingtianyong felt a sense of accomplishment in telling stories.
He suddenly pointed at Mao Lilan. "Yes, just like you!"
Baishi felt a gust of wind blowing across his face and Mao Lilan hid behind him-on the other side, Conan was too small to stop her.
The abbot of Tianyong was amused by the little girl’s reaction and waved his hand cheerfully. "Of course, this means please don’t worry."
"But it may be true."
The grumpy monk Mu Nian suddenly became unintelligent at this moment. He whispered, "A similar mystery happened in our temple two years ago …"
"Mu Nian!" Wide-minded and wide-browed, once again, Mu Nian looked at the master elder brother tightly and stopped talking.
"Tell me, maybe we can help …"
I don’t know when Mao Lilan has moved to Richard Moore, holding Richard Moore’s arm and never forgetting to sell his father.
"My dad is a professional detective, and he will definitely help you solve the puzzle." I’m afraid she won’t be able to close her eyes tonight, which is too scary to say …
"Detective?" I’ve shut up, and Mu Nian has some conation.
But this time, the old monk stopped him, "Don’t talk about those disgusting people when eating. I don’t think you are practicing yet."
Mu Nian and his companion had to bow their heads, but soon they secretly glanced at him. Richard Moore didn’t know whether to be wary of him or to tell him a story privately for a while.
Baishi looked at the abbot and Kuan Nian, and felt that the two men were not alike and looked like the future dead.
However, in comparison, the abbot is more suspected.
-one minute, he scared people so hard that when he heard that Richard Moore was a detective, he was serious about "eating without speaking", which was somewhat inconsistent.
But this level is not enough insurance …
Baishi looked at the red leaves and raised her hand to attract her attention. When she looked over, she did a few strokes.
If you are familiar with sign language, you will feel like a knot even if you don’t have a carat. Therefore, when you learn Baishi, you deliberately pursued hand speed. Even if you rarely learn this skill, you are not unfamiliar with it now.
Hongye immediately understood that she picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth. She read Baishi and wanted to talk. "We have heard something similar to two, five … three … how many years?"
"…" Bai Shilai wanted to express these points, but he didn’t seem to express them clearly. He gave a hand and gestured again.
Conan translated it before Hongyekou this time, and the more he said it, the more dignified he became.
"A few years ago, there was a young monk in this temple who committed suicide. His body was hung on the top beam of the brig. It was only a few days after he disappeared …"
"That’s enough!"
Day forever abbot suddenly got up in front of the three square table was he brought rice vegetarian dishes scattered all over the floor, he sink a way
"The first rule of our temple is that the temple is not allowed to talk about this matter. Have you forgotten it?"
See white stone stopped day forever nu hum a wave of his sleeve and turned to walk "at the end of the meal immediately go back to my room to sleep now! Otherwise, leave my temple! "
Looking at him from the back white stone got the desired conclusion.
There is one truth-the future dead is you!
Chapter 125 Standing anesthetic
Few young monks have seen Master so angry. They quickly cleaned up the ground and left with tableware.
Baishi is also ready to leave who knows that Conan suddenly asked, "Then what? What happened to that case? How will you know about it? "
Baishi didn’t answer. Say a few more words and Conan might guess it directly.
At this time, it is very convenient to set up people without talking. Baishi took the table and left directly. Conan also wanted to be chased by Mao Lilan.
Richard Moore’s face has been honed for a long time, and his appetite has not been affected by the Luochang just now.
After Baishi and Hongye went out, he put a chopstick on the table and chewed while guessing, "They must be reporters. Didn’t the old host treat us as reporters when they first entered the door?"
Conan felt wrong. "But how can you be a reporter if you can’t talk? Do you have to sign for the camera when you report?"
"I’m a reporter for the deaf channel."
Whether Conan believed it or not, Richard Moore believed it anyway. He waved chopsticks and gestured.
"Isn’t there that? When broadcasting news, sometimes a small shot is cut out, and some people do it synchronously … hmm? Speaking of which, why can you read sign language? "
“！” Conan silently swallowed the words that refuted his guess and laughed. "… Brother Lou Baishi taught me that it is a good time for children to learn many languages!"
Richard Moore turned the dead fish eye to continue to clip vegetables.
"It’s nonsense to teach English to learn sign language. What’s more, don’t run upstairs after you-I always feel that since he moved here, I have received less and less entrustment. This person is unlucky."
Conan nodded and fooled the past, and dared not ask more questions for the time being. He returned to the lounge with a lot of questions.
This temple is very simple, and the place to receive guests is certainly not luxurious.
The reception room is a big room. I found a cloth ball for each of them to sleep in.
Landscape and wind accidents are very hypnotic. After an hour and a half, I will suffer from insomnia. Mao Lilan will fall asleep quickly, and Richard Moore will sleep with his pillow.
But Conan was still thinking about the foggy dog. I met a suspicious person today, and I couldn’t sleep.
He turned over again and looked up at the ceiling, suddenly feeling a slight shake of his face.
Conan was alert and sat up and found a small shadow passing by the door, which looked like a cat.
….. There shouldn’t be many wild cats in the mountains raised in temples to catch mice?
Conan sat up and couldn’t sleep anyway. He actually wanted to go out and take a walk with the cat.