Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Mian took out Shirley's phone, pretending to take notes.

After a moment of contemplation, the woman gritted her teeth and said:

"The Anvil Gang. They're a bunch of damned demons, all tattooed with broken anvils, and they're all white bastards in their late teens or early twenties. They'll storm into our building whenever they get the chance, graffiti everywhere, and throw stones to smash our windows. But that's just the most common harassment."

The woman's voice trembled slightly, and in addition to fear, a hint of anger gradually emerged in her narration.

"They specifically target us Shengzhou people on back alleys, and the disappearances of several children are mostly related to them. We tried to report these problems to the police, but the officers just brushed us off because we are outsiders. Damn it, my husband joined the army, went to the Middle East with their troops, died there, and this is how they treat us."

Mi listened quietly, memorizing the key information, and then subtly steered the conversation toward the building's haunting.

"That's really going too far. Do you think those 'accidents' that happened in the Jinfu Building might also be related to these people?"

These words seemed to ignite another volcano in the woman's heart. She slapped her thigh suddenly:

"What accident?! It must have been them! They were just playing tricks to scare people!"

Her tone was resolute.

"The police said it was an accident, and the landlord hired some kind of master who said it was haunted? Pshaw! They're just trying to fool ghosts! When I lived on the fourth floor, one night I got up to use the bathroom and vaguely glanced at the fire escape. A shadow darted across the fire escape in a flash, very fast."

"Then the next day, something happened to Zhao Sheng's family on the seventeenth floor. It was because they had learned about the situation of each household during the day when they came to vandalize and vandalize the place, that they climbed up that iron frame at night to harm people!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, and her spittle almost flew out of her mouth.

"The drowning, the broken leg, and Aunt Zhang... they must have been behind it all. Their goal was to scare us Shengzhou people away and drive us off the street so they could make room for us! Boss Wang is so foolish, how could he believe in that ghost story?"

Finally, she remembered what had happened that morning, and her anger flared even more.

"And today too. The landlord called me in and yelled at me, saying I didn't close the doors and windows properly and let the kids sneak in? Bullshit!"

The woman's face turned bright red with anger.

"The day I moved out, the doors and windows were locked tight. How could they not be locked properly? The window must have been pried open later! Who else could it be but those lawless Anvil Gang bastards?"

…………

Because of her husband's passing, the woman, who had been confined to the home for a long time to care for her children, always had a boundless capacity for conversation once she started talking. What was supposed to be a brief interview turned into an hour-long chat.

After coming out, it was noon. Mian visited several more residents and finally gathered almost all the information.

Unlike Wang Zhuli, who believed the building was haunted, most of the residents were convinced that it was the work of the Iron Anvil Gang.

To be honest, if this were on Earth, Mi An would definitely believe what the residents said. However, he had just witnessed the eerie mist that could burst forth with blade energy yesterday, and the residents' statements differed considerably from the results of Mi An's on-site investigation. Therefore, everything became unpredictable again.

With such a heavy heart, Mian returned to the place she had agreed to meet with Sherry and Ain.

Sherry and Ain, who had been waiting for a long time, came up to greet each other and asked Mian about the situation. Mian then briefly explained the results of his investigation to the two of them.

"So, Yuanli Wang doesn't want us to know that this might have been done by the mafia?"

"That's the theory. He didn't even mention that the people causing the damage in the hallway were gangsters, just thugs. But here's the problem: there should actually be some filth in that building."

As Mian spoke, she glanced at Ain, who seemed quiet and reserved when she wasn't around, but always seemed eager to perform when she was with her. Ain was waving her hand, making her presence felt.

"My lord, I did sense hostility coming from that room in the corridor. But it didn't seem to be coming from the boy. If you had let me just break down the door then, I definitely could have caught him."

"Hmm, I know you're good. But sometimes taking action can make things even more complicated."

Mian patted Ain's head and smiled as he said this.

The threat from the naturists remains; they were previously sniped and have been forced to show their skills on the streets.

Although I don't know why today's news is still only saying that a shooting happened on that street, it's still hard to guarantee that the information won't leak to those with ill intentions.

For safety's sake, Mian wanted to use these supernatural powers sparingly, mainly keeping them as a hidden trump card to deter others.

"So, what should we do next?"

Shirley asked this question.

"Let's go back and find Wang Yuanli. We'll have to find the answers to the remaining questions upstairs. By the way..."

Mian looked at the sun high in the sky and the two people, weak and listless from hunger, and smirked:

"Let's go find him and get a free meal."

…………

Mosa Street is, after all, a predominantly populated area of ​​people of Asian descent, and Wang Yuanli is, after all, a person of Asian descent. Putting aside the rather simple fried noodles this morning, Mi An also had a rare taste that resembled the flavors of his hometown.

After a hearty meal and drinks, and several hours spent lying in the house Wang Yuanli had prepared, I was conserving my energy for the likely all-nighter. Then, Wang Yuanli took me on a tour of the Jinfu Building, thus completing all my preparations for the night's sleepless night.

"Your Majesty, you wouldn't mind if we brought some weapons in, would you?"

Shirley gestured a gun shape at Wang Yuanli, scaring the timid man in the suit so much that he broke out in a cold sweat, but still had to nod and bow repeatedly.

"Of course, of course, all of you heroes should carry your self-defense tools with you. If you really encounter a ghost firing a gun at night, no problem, I'll handle everything."

"That's good."

After hearing this, Shirley grinned and walked into the Jin Fu Building first.

Mian and Ai Yin lagged slightly behind, and as they brushed past Wang Yuanli, Mian turned and asked:

"Mr. Wang, is it really true that something dirty is causing this trouble? Or do you believe that only something dirty is causing it?"

Wang Yuanli wiped his sweat and lowered his head, seemingly a little guilty, but soon, a fawning smile reappeared on his face.

"Of course, without a doubt. As long as we get rid of the filth, our lives will get better, I firmly believe that."