The archangel will use a tear-shaped artifact to determine whether the person's soul will ascend to heaven or hell, based on what the person did during his life, and guide the dead person to the other side of reincarnation. His purpose in doing this is not only to judge individuals, but the more important purpose is to protect heaven, protect the soul of the Virgin Mary, and forever protect the sanctity of the soul in heaven.
Therefore, devout Christians like workshop owners believe that the Archangel Michael will guard all holy souls and bless people to smoothly ascend to heaven after death.
I don’t know whether Zhu Rui is ignorant or whether she believed this rhetoric. Anyway, she spent a lot of money to buy this vintage ring. Moreover, she also claimed everywhere that she had been blessed by the Archangel Michael, just like wearing the word "Fu" in our traditional culture on her hand.
"Then why did she get that tattoo?"
"Rui Rui said that the proprietress swore that the ring had been washed and blessed by a devout priest in the holy water of Cologne Cathedral in Germany. It would definitely bless her and bring her good luck. If you can buy the big ring sold by the store, Angel Pearl Tears Artifact Tattoo Sticker, the blessing effect will be even better! His father and I both said that that person is a liar, but Ruirui is disobedient and must tell the truth!"
"Auntie, does Zhu Rui believe in these blessing things? Does she usually ask for these things when she goes to temples or other places?" Zhang Xianxian gradually developed a personality profile of her. This word, she I learned it by watching criminal investigation TV series.
The old man shook his head and said, "No way. She usually doesn't believe this at all. She threw away the sachet with blessings from Prince Gong's Mansion that her father and I asked for for them. This girl is so admiring of foreigners that she only sees the blessings of foreigners. Good job!"
"Ah? The sachet with the word "Fu" in our Prince Gong's Mansion is very effective. How could we just throw it away?" Zhang Xianxian couldn't help but ask.
She suddenly remembered the sachet with the word "Fu" given to her by her father. If it hadn't been for its hidden blessing, she might have died long ago. She has never drunk foreign ink, doesn't know anything about angels and hell, and doesn't really approve of those foreign things.
The old man sighed and said: "Isn't it? I don't know why she is so vain. She always feels that foreign monks who can chant sutras and speak English are superior to others. I have told her father many times, but I just can't listen. , in the final analysis, it is a lack of cultural confidence!”
Zhang Xianxian smiled helplessly. She could feel that the old man did not like his daughter Zhu Rui, so she continued to ask: "Auntie, what happened next? Has Zhu Rui been found? Her disappearance has nothing to do with Zhu Xiang's big red urn. What does it matter?"
The old man sighed after hearing this and continued. After the police saw the living person in the surveillance video, they quickly found Zhu Rui who was working as a part-time model for a certain game in a nearby large conference center. I don’t know what stimulated her at that time. She was just blinded by money. She made a fuss and didn’t want to continue going to school, so she wanted to go out into the society and make a lot of money.
Zhu Rui saw that it was impossible for his parents to support him, so he secretly disappeared and went to work as a high-paying part-time model. Unexpectedly, he was regarded as missing by his dedicated counselor and parents. Perhaps it was her rebellion against her parents many times, or perhaps it was the complete discord in her outlook when she grew up. After Zhu Rui's disappearance was found, her parents became increasingly impatient and fond of her.
A month later, Zhu Rui moved out of his home without saying hello to his family, and then began a self-indulgent renting life.
It was also during this time that Zhu Rui became completely obsessed with playing games and was obsessed with a mobile game called "Treasure Hunt". According to the old man's observation, the request for Zhu Xiang's urn is related to this game, and naturally it is also related to Zhu Rui.
Having said this, the old man sadly touched the photo of Zhu Xiang in his hand, and then asked Zhang Xianxian in a trembling voice: "Girl, have you ever played that "treasure hunt" game?"
Zhang Xianxian shook his head and said: "Auntie, I have to go to work. I am different from their children. I have never played that game and I have never heard of it. Do you think Zhu Rui's death is related to that game?"
"Well, it must be related. Xiangxiang's subsequent rebellious change must have been pulled into the water by Zhu Rui. During that time, the relationship between the two sisters suddenly improved. I accidentally knew that Zhu Rui and Xiangxiang were fighting that A treasure hunt game. Then, Xiangxiang slowly changed, she, she..." The very talkative aunt suddenly became hesitant.
"It's okay, auntie, we're just chatting. If you don't want to talk about unhappy things, don't talk about them." She hurriedly comforted her.
"Oh, I've talked to the police and checked everything at home. It's not murder! I, I can't say that Xiangxiang was killed by my sister Zhu Rui, right? But I feel sad, just... She instigated Xiangxiang to fall in love with someone he shouldn’t love!”
"Are they sisters..." Zhang Xianxian asked tentatively.
The old man hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said to her: "Girl, come here. I, I will show you something. You can help me analyze it. Is this a boyfriend?"
With that said, the old man got up and took Zhang Xianxian to his daughters' bedroom, and took out a black leather diary from the desk.
"Girl, I originally wanted to burn this diary, but I couldn't bear to destroy all traces of my daughter's life. Take a look at this photo and analyze it. Is it true that only your boyfriend can take such a photo with you? A group photo?" The old man said, pointing to a photo in the diary.
This is a large-scale photo of a man and a woman. Zhu Xiang is wearing a very bold swimsuit and clinging tightly to the body of a young man. The moment he saw this photo, Zhang Xianxian felt his heart explode, because this person turned out to be Xie Qiu's assistant Wang Li.
In her impression, Wang Li has always been an honest person, and he always looks shy and polite when dealing with the opposite sex. But in this photo of him and Zhu Xiang, Wang Li is far from his usual self, looking like a swinger.
"This, this person is her boyfriend??" Zhang Xianxian stuttered, and she suddenly felt that it was Wang Li who killed Xie Qiu, right?
The old man looked at her in surprise: "Do you know him too?"
"Oh, oh, I don't know him. I just think he looks a lot like a friend of mine. However, my friend doesn't have a mole on the bridge of his nose. He also has a small scar at the corner of his eye, and he doesn't have one either. But the two of them look alike!"
"Girl, you are observing very carefully. Young people only take photos like this with their boyfriends, right?"
"That's for sure. Taking such an intimate photo with someone of the opposite sex looks like being in a swimming pool in a five-star hotel. This kind of private place is usually reserved for young couples who are in love!"
"You're doing evil, I knew it, you're doing evil!" The old man beat his chest and stamped his feet.
It turned out that this Wang Li had visited his sister Zhu Rui many times in private, and even the old couple had met several times. The old man asked Zhu Rui if she and Wang Li were dating a boyfriend or girlfriend. Zhu Rui refused to admit it and insisted that the other party was pursuing her.
But Wang Li was very generous to Zhu Rui. Every time he came to see her, he would give her many things, such as bird's nests, shark's fins, sea cucumbers and the like. Zhu Rui didn't care about them every time, and threw them all at home for the elderly, saying that he didn't like them. As for when Wang Li became entangled with his daughter Zhu Xiang, the old man never found the answer.
"Girl, I want to ask you something. Please help me, this old woman, or I will die with my eyes closed!" The old lady said as she knelt down in front of Zhang Xianxian.
She hurriedly helped the old lady up and said, "Ah, Auntie, please get up quickly! If you have something to say, please speak slowly. Please speak slowly!"
"I've read this diary many times. I can't understand many of the words Xiangxiang wrote in it. Can you take it back and help my aunt take a closer look? I just want to know why Xiangxiang died and what Zhu Rui did. , to make Xiangxiang love a man so much that he loves her so much? I can’t understand it!”
"Okay, Auntie, I promise you, don't cry yet!"
"Auntie, this, this is not good, you should keep it in mind!"
This request just met Zhang Xianxian's needs. She also wanted to know what kind of person Wang Li was and whether Xie Qiu was harmed by him. With the same purpose of finding an answer to the death of his loved one, Zhang Xianxian took the diary from the old man's hand, and a line of clear tears flowed from the old man's eyes...
