It should... be this place.

Nan Xiaonan finally came to this temple according to the address given by the [Red Queen].

Traces of human daily life are too easy to find on the Internet.

[Red Queen] seems to have the ability to filter useful information from all information. In this way, [Red Queen] may easily be able to determine who she is currently in contact with.

[Red Queen] may not know the ultimate purpose of her contact with Mr. Jin and others... But after the analysis of big data, it cannot be seen that she has an agenda.

I always felt like I was completely under the surveillance of the [Red Queen] along the way.

Whether it was an electronic eye device on the street, or just a mobile phone lens in the hands of passers-by... At this moment, Nan Xiaonan felt a sense of safety when he stepped into this ancient temple that didn't seem to have many traces of modernization.

What are you thinking about? I'm still holding my phone right now.

"Female donor, would you like to add more fragrance or receive blessings?"

"...Can I take a short video?"

"...Female donor, please help yourself. Just don't go near forbidden places."

Nan Xiaonan suddenly laughed twice, then picked up the mobile phone from Zhike's eyes and pretended to walk into the temple. Although the temple is not big, it is not small either. It is not easy to find someone here for a while.

What an easy thing.

Although this temple is remote, it is actually within the Forbidden City... She should be in the state of an ordinary person, and naturally she is an ordinary person. Xing Chuang cannot help her.

But at this moment, a location information suddenly appeared on the phone... Without even thinking, Nan Xiaonan knew that this must be the work of the [Red Queen].

This guy apparently also hacked into Mr. Jin’s electronic equipment?

Although she knew Mr. Jin's location, Nan Xiaonan couldn't help but feel a little confused at this time... She wanted to contact Mr. Jin's team, but it was obvious that this operation was not in her original plan.

She deliberately moved to a village in the city so that her daily encounters would not be out of the ordinary... But if they could still meet her in such a remote place, the traces would be too heavy.

Will such a coincidence make Mr. Jin suspicious?

Just when Nan Xiaonan was hesitating, another message was sent on her phone. She lowered her eyes and her eyes became strange.

Because the message sent by the [Red Queen] this time was clearly a token of the spiritual tablet information, and there was even information about the spiritual tablet on it.

"This is……"

Even at this time, Nan Xiaonan's phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number... She thought it was the [Red Queen] calling, but after answering, she felt bad.

"Hello, Tuantuan, is this Miss Nan? I bought you the Yuanbao Candle Fragrance Oil you asked for."

…

In front of the hall, an old mage was chanting sutras, while Mr. Jin sat on the futon and closed his eyes.

He has been here for most of the day and has been sitting here the whole time.

"Donor, this is the fifth time, do you want to continue?" the old mage suddenly stopped and asked.

This generous donor added a lot of money for sesame oil, but the key point is that after reciting so many Puranas, all the lonely souls and wild ghosts spiraled into heaven, right?

The old mage mainly felt thirsty, but also had pain in his lower back and neck...

Mr. Jin opened his eyes at this time, and the old mage couldn't help but feel startled... The benefactor's eyes were much more vicious than when he came.

The old master didn't speak at this moment, just closed his eyes and slowly recited the sutra... But this time it was the Heart Sutra.

Mr. Jin didn't say anything, he just stood up silently, and slowly left the quiet hall under the sound of the Heart Sutra being recited.

He looked at the sky and felt that he really should leave.

But when passing by the mourning hall, Mr. Jin unexpectedly saw a person who shouldn't be here... Nan Xiaonan.

Nan Xiaonan was kneeling before a certain spiritual place, muttering something to herself, crying and laughing... Finally, Nan Xiaonan stood up slowly, holding her knees, and silently looked sad.

Left the mourning hall.

It wasn't until Nan Xiaonan left the mourning hall that Mr. Jin poked his head out of the window... He frowned, then quickly turned over and jumped into the mourning hall, arriving in front of a certain token.

Look at.

"It's actually... the same day."

Mr. Jin opened his mouth in slight surprise.

He stood in the mourning hall without saying a word for a while, and then a young mage who managed the mourning hall came in carrying cleaning tools.

"Donor, this temple is going to be closed."

Mr. Jin nodded and immediately said: "By the way, who is the woman who was worshiping here just now?"

"Donor, it is inconvenient for us to reveal the personal information of pilgrims." The little mage shook his head.

Mr. Jin thought for a while, then pointed to the spiritual tablet in front of him and said: "This person seems to be a friend of mine... Do you know how he passed away? This spiritual tablet should have been set up not long ago, and it looks very new.

Look."

"The donor seems to have died in a bizarre car accident." The little mage thought for a while and said, "It seems that the car suddenly lost control and fell into the cliff. The death was quite miserable. His girlfriend came over a few months ago.

I set up this spiritual tablet."

With that said, the little mage saluted Mr. Jin, and then began to clean.

Mr. Jin didn't say anything more and silently exited the mourning hall... After he walked out of the temple, he saw Nan Xiaonan sitting alone at the bus stop outside the temple, looking lost.

Mr. Jin did not walk over, but directly called for an online taxi... got in the car and left. From the beginning to the end, he did not look at Nan Xiaonan again.

But he suddenly sent a message to Bernard at home: Help me find information about this man. He just died in a car accident a few months ago.

…

…

After a while, the little mage who was cleaning suddenly put down the broom in his hand, and his eyes gradually became hollow and dull...

He walked up to the spiritual tablet without saying a word, reached out and took off the new spiritual tablet placed here, then opened the cabinet below and placed an old spiritual tablet back.

The little mage was expressionless, silently carrying the brand new spiritual tablet, walked back to his dormitory, and then locked the spiritual tablet in the drawer.

In fact, the dormitories in the temple are not as plain and simple as expected... at least there is a well-equipped computer in the little mage's room.

He sat in front of the computer and turned on the computer screen.

The screen suddenly turned pure white... On the pure white screen, countless patterns flashed crazily at an extremely fast speed.

Geometric shapes, symmetrical shapes, human faces, starry sky...paintings...numbers...animals...paper figures.

There isn't any pattern at all.

The little mage's eyes reflected this large number of irregular pictures. He sat motionless, like a puppet.
Chapter completed!