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The nurse and Abbot rushed into the ward, frantically pushing the girl back into the emergency room.
When she was brought out again, her face was covered with a white sheet—she had passed away.
The Imperial Army was furious. He charged forward and grabbed Abbot by the collar. "How did she die? Why couldn't you save her?"
Abbot coldly shrugged off his hand and opened his right palm. The glove he hadn’t removed was stained with blood, and there was a small white fragment in the center.
"Pieces of a tooth. One of her teeth shattered, and sharp fragments entered her stomach. Due to long-term malnutrition, her stomach wall was very thin and was easily pierced, leading to massive internal bleeding. You failed in your oversight and didn’t report this situation to us in time; by the time we attempted to save her, her abdomen was already filled with blood—there was nothing we could do." Abbot shook his head.
"Tooth shattered?"
The Imperial Army let out a cold laugh.
He blocked the gurney carrying the corpse, pulled back the sheet covering the deceased, and pried open her tightly shut lips. "When she came in, she still had eight teeth left; you can’t hide that from me. Now let’s see—one, two, three… all eight are still there. It’s impossible for any tooth fragments to have entered her stomach."
"It’s possible she swallowed them before being brought in. How could it have happened so quickly?" Abbot's patience was wearing thin.
"Impossible." The Imperial Army sneered. "I know exactly where the other twenty teeth went; those fragments are not from this woman but rather from Ksitigarbha's weapon."
"If Ksitigarbha wanted to kill this woman without implicating anyone else, they would have to disguise it as a suicide. But since the patient couldn’t move, there was no way for her to take any suicide drugs herself. The only method left would be to make her swallow something already in her mouth—her own teeth. However, since Ksitigarbha claims to be a Bodhisattva, they wouldn’t want to pull out any of her intact teeth as a weapon and would have to resort to other means:
Teeth from the deceased or from skeletal specimens."
He shattered his teeth and placed the sharp fragments into the patient's mouth. As the patient gradually awakened from anesthesia, the first instinct was to swallow saliva, inadvertently swallowing this deadly weapon into their fragile stomach. This was the killing method of 'Ksitigarbha.'
And only you—the Abbot and chief physician—could accomplish this.
The leader of the Imperial Army analyzed confidently, "Before I joined the military, I always wanted to be a detective novelist. Such a small trick cannot escape my keen eye."
"Indeed. What evidence do you have to prove that this tooth belongs to someone else?" The Abbot's expression remained as cold as ice. "Where are the other twenty teeth of this benefactor? Show them to me."
The expression of the Imperial Army leader suddenly froze. After a moment, he darkly smiled, "Right, Ksitigarbha is not you; Ksitigarbha is her!"
He suddenly pointed at me, "You are the murderer."
He grabbed my hand tightly. I screamed loudly because his grip felt like an iron clamp.
"She cannot be the murderer; she never even approached the deceased," the Abbot defended me.
"I saw her approach right after the patient was taken to the intensive care unit. I was the only one present at that time."
The Imperial Army leader smugly fabricated, "Trust me, give me an hour, and she will come to tell you herself."
I struggled against the grip of the Imperial Army leader; I was terrified.
"Enough, enough..." The Abbot gently brushed over my head. "Let her go; I will go with you. This person has already suffered enough; do not torment her any further."
"No, you are not the murderer,"
The Imperial Army still refused to let go, tightening their grip on my wrist. "Did you not say you are not Ksitigarbha?"
"A monk does not speak falsehoods; I am indeed not Ksitigarbha. How could a mere mortal like me dare to claim the title of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"
The Abbot pressed his palms together in prayer. "But this woman is indeed the one I killed."
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