Sanzang was not stupid enough to ask a question like "Who are you?" Since this is Muke's illusion, it must be someone Muke knew, and the phone calls and documents on the table also happened.

After seeing the corpse in the village, the real Muke should have the person on the other end of the phone be responsible for examining the body. Looking at the familiar tone of the other party, it was probably someone who Muke was familiar with.

"Thirteen parts?" Sanzang felt confused. There was indeed something wrong. This was not done by the three old men. Even if it was the case, it meant that there were ten other people involved.

"Yes, Thirteen." The person on the other end of the phone also spoke a little heavy. He also realized the seriousness of the problem. "Mook, the case you took over looks very unusual, and it's not in vain that I ran here from New Delhi."

I still know about the Three Burials of New Delhi. The capital of wet and poison, Mook's identity is really extraordinary. Not only can he be the chief of the local police station at a young age, but he can also directly transfer the forensic doctor from New Delhi.

But what is the reason for this? The local forensic doctor is not trustworthy?

Sanzang looked at the local forensic autopsy report on the desktop thoughtfully.

"I can't delay a few bodies here." The tone in the microphone became serious. "Muk, I know you have always been a very righteous person, otherwise people would not choose to go to the local police station to choose to be a director. But this time I listen to me, don't make a rash move if you find that something is impossible."

"Do you... know something?" Sanzang paused, "Who puts pressure on you?"

"No, I just want to tell you that most things in the world are not all white or all black, but gray."

This is the useless nonsense that Sanzang dislikes the most: "Then you shouldn't have told me the results you checked from the beginning."

After saying this, Sanzang was a little surprised. He couldn't speak such a tone. Is it the influence of Muke?

"Tu tuk!"

The office door rang. After Sanzang responded, the police outside the door walked in. It was a tall and thin young policeman of the same age as Muke, but he was very reserved in front of Muke.

"Sir Shanta Crossbow, you have already arranged it for you."

Sanzang didn't know what to arrange and what arrangements were made, but he still cooperated to follow the young policeman. Everything was arranged by Muke, what he wanted to see.

The local police station is so simple that it is still rustic. The courtyard of the police station still has yellow-brown ground. I don’t know if it’s because it has no money to harden it or because the money is used to do other things.

After following the young policeman for a few minutes, Sanzang understood what Muke meant.

The three arrested elderly men stayed in the iron fence in a daze, and they seemed to remain confused forever.

Does Muke want to talk to three old men alone?

"You go out first, I'll ask them something."

"Yes." The young policeman obediently stamped his feet and walked out.

What the commander wants to do has nothing to do with him, just obey the order.

"Can you speak English?" Sanzang can't speak Hindi, and Muke's memory seems to be unable to speak local language.

"Yes, will... Sir, are you doing anything?" The gray-haired old man shrank his shoulders and did not dare to look at Muke too much, "We all speak English."

Sadly, English is well promoted in places like Madhya Pradesh with a deep colonial background. If the official language of Wet Toxicity is allowed to be promoted, I don’t know how many years it takes to achieve such an effect.

There are only three cultivators and these three murderers in the small room. These three old men are extremely vicious murderers? They look left and right without a bold aura.

"You didn't kill people, are you?" Sanzang was straight to the point, his eyes staring at people's hearts in panic.

"Yes, yes, we killed..."

"Why should you take down the murder charges that were not yours? Don't you know that such a major murder incident will be sentenced to death by the law?" It is not clear how the law of wet poison is to rule Sanhuan, but as long as you are covered with the identity of the local police chief, even if you say lies, it sounds extremely credible.

"No, we are murdered honorably, and the judge will not sentence us to death."

"I don't know who told you this, but this kind of law is already a thing of the past. If this is really what you did, you will definitely be sentenced to death, do you understand?"

"Now no one can illegally deprive others of their lives, no one can."

Although they live a numb life, they still have some fear of death.

Although there were two people who expressed their disbelief, one of the old men whispered his lips and obviously believed Sanzang's words.

"We didn't kill people, how could I kill my daughter..." An old man huddled behind the room suddenly burst into tears as he spoke.

"Oman, don't talk nonsense."

"Let him say it."

Sanzang didn't expect the prisoner to be so scared, but with the old man's attitude, even if he was not scared, he would probably reveal the matter himself: "You say, as long as you tell me the truth, you don't have to die."

"They, they were killed by Tuduoshi!" When they said that they were afraid in their eyes of the other two in the room.

But there was not much anger, and the status of wet poison women was extremely low, especially in rural areas with a strong atmosphere of wet poison.

"Who is Tu Duoji?"

"I am the owner of our largest factory in the local area, a textile factory."

Sanzang had no idea about the local situation. If Muke was in his true form, he should have some understanding of Tudouji. However, since it is the largest factory in the local area, I think the power of Tudouji should be very important, a troublesome thing.

"His factory employs thousands of people, all of us local people to work. He is a noble Brahmin."

The Brahmin or not, is not a Brahmin, which is not important to Sanzang. Listening to the short description of the old man, Sanzang made up the story of the capitalist's cruel and powerful textile workers, but even if they want to deal with the textile workers, why do they have to do such a terrible thing as beheading?

Even the ignorant ancient society could not do such meaningless things, or even bad things, and wasted resources.

"Oman, why did you kill them?"

"Because...because..." The old man didn't know how to answer this question.

"Because Sen and the others want to get off work early, they think it's too late to get off work at 9 pm, so they want to get off work early until 8:30." Another old man who didn't cooperate at the beginning simply gave up and went out.

"Who is Sen? Is there any difference between nine o'clock and eight o'clock?"

"Sen is my daughter. The street lights in the town went out at nine o'clock in the evening, and the lights were still on when I got off work at 8:30."

"Every year, female workers are raped and killed at night. It's safer if they can walk under the light."
Chapter completed!