Chapter 289 Iron Heart Monk No one could have imagined that there is a huge hole under the ground of Hong Kong Island, and as time goes by, this hole continues to expand.
Originally there were only a few rough passages, but later they were like the roots of a tree, extending from somewhere, growing out, and burrowing into dark and unknown corners one after another.
Like an ant nest or a hive, the world of Infernal Affairs is an unknown area that is empty and mysterious, dark but full of vitality.
In this completely foreign and foreign world to people on earth, there is a place that is emitting a faint light, like a small cave of fireflies in the forest.
It was a detective agency called [Wu Jian ].
At this moment, Haruyo was sitting inside, sorting out files and information one after another.
On a simple plywood desk, there are information on various homicides that have occurred in Hong Kong Island and even some surrounding areas in recent years.
The modus operandi of these cases are all different and bizarre. The only thing they have in common is that the murderers are at large and no trace has been found.
Haruyo naturally hates evil, but he also knows that the manpower and time mobilized for any of these cases cannot be supported by him alone.
So he used these cases more to hone his mind and sense of smell.
Just as he was concentrating, there was a sudden knock on the door.
The knocking on the door was intermittent, without rhythm or emotion. It sounded like something was blown by the wind and hit the wooden door.
But Haruyo knew clearly that there was no wind in the depths of this underground cave, and it was best not to have any visitors.
Because in the seamless world, there are no neighbors, and you don’t know whether the sound coming from the other side of the rock wall is coming from humans or something else.
And he was convinced that others might not be able to figure out the way here even if they walked twice.
What's more, apart from Yin Xiu, Chun Dai has never brought anyone else here.
And Yin Xiu is definitely not a person who will wait for him to answer the door.
Obviously, there should be a polite uninvited guest standing outside the door of the detective agency at this moment.
After sweeping all the information on the table into the drawer, Haruyo cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Please come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sharp but slow mechanical friction sound outside, like a kitchen knife grinding against the glass.
A figure walked in through the hole next to the wooden door, shrouded under a black robe, making it difficult to see the shape, and only felt that it was a dark shadow.
The other person's walking movements were very strange. Although he was walking straight towards him, his upper body was really crooked, like a drunkard.
Haruyo sat on the turquoise soft-backed armchair that he picked up. As the other party approached, his palms became a little sweaty.
While he was smiling, he put his hand on a musket under the table.
Until the distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer, with only a few steps left, Haruyo finally couldn't help but speak.
"Excuse me, is there anything I can help with?"
"Amitabha, this poor monk is rude and comes uninvited. He really wants to ask the donor for help."
The sound coming from the cloak was cold and rough, like the stagnant sound of a chain that had not been lubricated for too long.
As the other party bent down and saluted, the black robe fell down a little amid the teeth-piercing sound of hydraulic operation, revealing a bare metal ball.
To be precise, it should be a head, with rough facial features inlaid on the sphere, and the eyes are replaced by two cut and polished turquoises, which are strange but transparent.
The voice that was spoken just now came from the sealed "mouth".
Haruyo took a breath, but a smile appeared on his face, and he bowed and saluted, "It turns out to be a Zen master, I'm sorry, I'm so rude. You come here in person, it really makes my place shine."
After seeing the identity of the visitor, Haruyo not only did not feel relaxed, but became more and more nervous, as if his heart was being grasped by a hand.
The monk in front of me, if I guessed correctly, should be a monk from the [Iron Heart Sect].
This sect does not exist on earth, but is unique to the world of eternity.
Many monks believe that through hard practice they can temper their souls and find their "true self" so that they can get closer to the Buddha.
There are many ways to practice asceticism. Some people fast, others torture themselves with sharp objects, and some people walk thousands of miles barefoot, all trying to gain enlightenment through pain.
And Wujian is probably the most suitable environment for ascetic cultivation in the world.
There is no sunlight all year round here, it is dark and humid, surrounded by iron-like darkness.
As soon as a normal person walks in here, even loneliness and loneliness seem to turn into a coat similar to the entity, tightly wrapping everyone, turning them into insects in a cocoon.
Once you stay here for a long time, there will be almost no difference between humans and ghosts.
Haruyo also relied on being the manager of the Cowherds on the ground to gain enough popularity, so that he can still maintain a normal most harsh thing is the living environment here. Drinking water, fuel, food, medicine, almost everything must be obtained from the outside.
It is said that some people make a living by eating some mushrooms, algae, and unknown insects, but Chun Dai has lived here for a long time and has never seen any other living creatures except humans.
Not even moles or bats come to this damn place! Some people say that Wujian is a big prison. It doesn't matter what you want. Each cave is a separate cell. Although there is no cage, people can't live without it.
But in Haruyo's opinion, this place is worse than a prison.
At least in places like Stanley Prison, no matter how poor the prisoner's life is, he can still have a piece of fatty pork and an orange for dinner.
The monks who came down from the ground performed penance in this environment.
They even felt that this was not close enough to the origin. I don’t know when the sect [Iron Heart Sect] appeared.
It's unclear whether the monk transformed himself into a robot, or whether a ghost is possessing a pile of iron lumps. Anyway, these "iron monks" are quite famous in Wujian, and they are also very mysterious.
Not to mention the people on the ground, even the residents of Wujie, very few have come into contact with them.
Now, this "blessing" has fallen on Chun Dai.
【Oh shit!I didn’t look at the almanac when I went out, so I encountered these things!No, I can’t read the almanac either! 】
Haruyo said with a smile on his face: "Zen Master, I don't know what I can do for you. Looking for someone? Catching an adulterer? Or trying to find out information?"
The monk's head shook, revealing the spring connected between his head and torso. A burst of smoke suddenly spurted out from the gap, with a slight smell of sulfur.
Haruyo was stunned for a moment before realizing that the monk was "laughing" just now, and he was laughing out loud.
"This poor monk came here because he has something he wants to entrust to the donor. I would like you to send it to a place and give it to someone else."
As he spoke, a rusty hand emerged from under the black robe. On the metal knuckles, it held a sixteen-sided dice made of brass, about the size of an egg.
There are no numbers to distinguish them, but some strange stripes are drawn on them. They look like the corner of a simple Bagua array, but they are arranged in a different way.
"Please help me give this dice to the Qi Refiners. They need this right now."
Haruyo frowned and said, "What Qi Refiner?"
The monk's head shook again, "In Wujian, a Qi Refiner is a Qi Refiner, nothing else. Besides those people, who else can be worthy of this title?"
Haruyo sighed secretly. Sure enough, although the monk was a tough guy inside and out, his mind was not slow either. He immediately exposed his excuse.
"But Zen Master, messengers have always been responsible for delivering things. Even if I want some information or something, I ask them to do it for me. I dare not go overboard and break this uninterrupted rule."
The monk's turquoise eyes turned around in their sockets, like two tops, as if he was sizing up Haruyo, trying to see through him.
"It doesn't matter. Wu Jian is a free world. Isn't it just because people are disgusted with the rules on earth and tired of the rules and regulations above that they hide in the world of Wu Jian and become hermits? Let go of yourself and throw away all worries and worries. "
[Of course you can give it up, because all your worries and worries come to me. 】
While Haruyo was complaining like this in his mind, the monk's other sleeve moved, and a palm completely different from his left hand came out.
The palm held several gold pieces the size of peanuts, which were rough in shape but real.
"Donor, you are a person walking on the earth. To us, this gold is no different from stones, but it is of great use to you. If you don't mind it, I can treat this as errand money for you. How about it?"
This voice sounded full of irresistible majesty, and Haruyo couldn't help but get goosebumps.
But he still insisted: "I am a detective, not an errand boy. I can't take this job. Please find a way on your own. A monk like you must have other ways."
"Oh? Donor, are you not giving the Buddha face?"
"Oh, who do you think I am? If anyone wants me to give face, then..."
Before he could finish speaking, his eardrums suddenly vibrated violently, as if a saw was rubbing against his ears at high speed.
Then there was just a bang sound, and the desk in front of Haruyo was cut into two pieces. Even the musket stuck under the table was cut off neatly, revealing a neat section.
Haruyo angrily took his hand back from under the table, only an inch away, his fingers would be neatly cut off.
"Even if someone points a gun at my head, I can't even pay attention to them. But you are different, Master. My mother used to eat fast and chant Buddha's name. I have felt that I have a connection with Buddha since I was a child. Although this trip goes against my principles, But I can make do and take a trip.”
As he spoke, Haruyo looked at the table that was broken into two parts and frowned.
"But it's a one-size-fits-all deal, and this table has a different price."
(End of this chapter)