Chapter 7 : SI01 Case Files: Hero of the episode [Murder Surrenders] - *Murderous Surrenders-
Why Mr. Did you have to kick me out and be alone with that bastard? Luang Pu, Why can't I know about this too? In fact, I was the one who brought Phaya here. Tharn thought, placing his ear against the wooden door. He frowned slightly because he couldn't clearly hear what was happening inside, until the door opened and Tharn was about to fall face first onto the floor, but managed to stop himself. Than raised his head and gave Phaya a smile.
"Are you done talking?" Than asked, looking embarrassed.
Phaya looks at Tarn reproachfully for catching him eavesdropping, but makes way for the other person to enter.
" Tharn, come in," Luang Pu called him. Tharn hurriedly went to sit inside.
"Luang Pu, agree with Phaya's matter..."
"Go back to work, this time you must be very attentive..." Luang Pu said in a low voice. "Don't give in to the point where you lose your head."
Tharn clasped his hands together and listened carefully to what Luang Pu said.
"Yes, Tharn will keep that in mind."
Luang Pu had a serious face. He knew very well how stubborn this disciple was. Although worried, he would help as much as he could. The Monk turned and took out the contents of his bag. There were two yellow bags of yellow money, one given to Tharn and the other to Phaya.
"Remember my words, only your wisdom can free you from the shackles of karma. Do good deeds to increase your prestige..." Luang Pu paused to meet Phaya's eyes. "...use your kindness to your advantage to fight and everything will be fine."
If Phaya acts in accordance with Luang Pu's teachings, the questions he had asked Luang Pu previously will all be resolved.
"Yes. Luang Pu don't worry. This bastard will never do evil."
Luang Pu looked at Tharn and closed his eyes to meditate. Than and Phaya looked at each other and bowed in consent before leaving Luang Pu's room.
Behind the two young police officers, suddenly, a figure of golden light appeared in front of the cloister. A tall, straw-skinned man dressed in golden jewelry adorned with blood-red gems. He was majestic, exuding a dark ray of displeasure, staring at the old wooden door until it opened, revealing the Almighty in his moment of clause.
"I didn't intervene," said a deep, powerful voice with a frightening red gaze.
The virtuoso responded in a calm and gentle voice.
"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do, my duty..."
'Duty..? If he didn't have you, by now he should have come back with me a long time ago...' His hands clenched together as he thought of a soul extraction ceremony. He almost succeeded, but in the end, the image intervened to cancel his ritual.
'That's fate. Don't force it any more', said the virtuoso.
'Destiny? How ironic, what fate....., that fate that made him suffer?
Hundreds of years of torture... even though he did many good deeds... he actually shouldn't have been born in this realm. This is even worse.'
— You knew very well that it was his wish. Still, you will get in the way more and more.
'I've endured enough... my patience has run out...' The tall figure clenched his fists so tightly that his veins bulged. Before threatening 'If you don't stop interfering, I must deal with you. If that day comes, don't say I didn't warn you.
