For Future Emails, My Golden Finger Is Myself

Yang Zhaoran continued: "In addition, I checked the crime scene and there was a talisman under the bed of the deceased."

He took out the talisman seal and handed it to Weng Tong. Weng Tong was a talisman seal master and should know something about it.

Weng Tong took the yellow talisman, studied it carefully for a long time, and finally shook his head.

He couldn't tell what kind of talisman it was.

"Maybe this yellow talisman is just pretending to be a ghost and diverting attention.

The deceased had a grudge against the blacksmith, and each lost his left arm before dying.

No matter what, the old blacksmith is the biggest suspect. "

Yuan Chenghong insisted that it was Lao Nie, and the reason was very good.

You, the master of the palace, should not take the job of the Public Security Bureau... Yi Yan argued for Lao Nie:

“As far as I know, the villagers tied up Uncle Nie three days ago.

But people will still die every day, as the village chief can testify. "

Yuan Chenghong glanced at Yi Yan, wondering why he kept trying to excuse Lao Nie.

Several people looked at Mr. Weng again. Mr. Weng and Yuan Chenghong were both in charge of this operation.

Mr. Weng opened his mouth to speak but stopped. He remembered the oranges Yi Yan had given him before.

There is something fishy about this boy.

You might as well observe again.

Seeing Mr. Weng's silence, everyone naturally followed Yuan Chenghong.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Chenghong continued: "This shows that he must have an accomplice.

Even if he didn't do this, it was definitely related to him. "

Yi Yan was stunned for a moment.

Yuan Chenghong's words shocked his heart.

Yes, the future email will only say that Lao Nie is not the murderer, but all signs indicate that Lao Nie is related to this incident.

The future email also paid great attention to Lao Nie, and there must be something wrong with him.

Yi Yan also fell silent.

Yuan Chenghong walked up to Lao Nie and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"I didn't do it." Lao Nie said lightly, with a very strong tone.

"That also has something to do with you. Do you know who the murderer is?"

"I don't know, it has nothing to do with me!"

At this time, the villagers outside the door were talking a lot.

"I told you earlier, it was Lao Nie who did it."

"The whole family is a scourge and he should have been driven out of the village long ago."

"Not all village chiefs are soft-hearted, alas!"

"..."

…

Lao Nie was locked up.

But nothing strange happened in the surrounding scene, and they still failed to pass.

It means they haven't found the truth yet.

Everyone also searched Lao Nie's residence, but did not get any useful information.

But one painting caught everyone's attention.

What appears to be a child's doodle depicts a strange animal.

A lion is not like a lion, and a dog is not like a dog.

Everyone thought this might be a dimensional beast.

The weapons in Lao Nie's yard were also recognized.

More than twenty extraordinary weapons.

The professionals were so excited that they immediately divided the spoils on the spot.

I heard that currently there are very few extraordinary professionals in the entire Great Xia who have extraordinary weapons at their side.

The extraordinary weapon was assigned to Yi Yan, but Yi Yan refused.

He always felt that taking these weapons privately might cause problems.

Weng Tong looked at Yi Yan inquiringly, then thought for a while and rejected these weapons.

Steady as an old dog probably refers to people like Weng Tong, uh no... it should be mature and prudent.

With two less people to share, the others will naturally be happy to see the results.

…

The courtyard of the village chief's family.

Several people gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

"Should we kill him directly? Killing the murderer counts as passing the test." Someone suggested.

Good guy, if you want to die, please don't drag everyone else to die with you... Yi Yan said immediately:

"Isn't it said that the level in the core of the dimension has a high death rate? Is it dangerous to kill the wrong person?"

Weng Tong and Yuan Chenghong looked at each other and said, "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

Yuan Chenghong echoed: "Such a thing has happened."

The professional who suggested killing Lao Nie immediately shut up and stopped talking.

"Do you have any other clues?" Yuan Chenghong asked.

At this time, the door of the village chief's house was opened.

Yuan Weida came in from outside with a few bodyguards and said:

"Dad, I found some clues."

"What clue."

“According to the son of the fourth deceased, Lao Li Tou, when he got up to pee that night, he once saw a strange man with red hair running out of his yard.

In addition, starting from the night when the first deceased died, Lao Litou said that he could hear strange roars from the mountains every night.

But nothing like this happened to the other deceased people. "

Yuan Chenghong asked: "Is there any difference between Old Li Tou and other deceased people?"

Yuan Weida: "Except that he was a policeman when he was young, there seems to be no difference."

Everyone looked at each other.

These clues are so fragmented and don't seem to have much relevance.

Everyone looked at Yang Zhaoran.

He is the director of the Public Security Bureau, and he rose through the ranks based on his solid merits. He is an expert at solving crimes.

Yang Zhaoran cleared his throat and said: "We entered the illusion in the morning, let's call it illusion for the time being.

When I came in in the morning, it was already evening in this illusion.

I think this is very important.

This illusion should be reminding us that there is another very important clue at night.

The time from evening to night is just for us to prepare.

Someone will definitely die again tonight, and we will be in danger.

The truth may be hidden in the moment of death at night. "

The case is stuck here.

Yang Zhaoran's suggestion is also a good idea.

dinner time.

The village chief brought the food, but everyone did not dare to eat it, so they each took out the dry food they had prepared.

Based on the benefits brought by eating oranges before, Yi Yan ignored everyone's gaze and went to the table to eat.

Working together was Weng Tong, an old traitor... a mature and prudent guy.

Unfortunately, this is just an ordinary meal and there is no profit.

…

After everyone had dinner, they each found a corner to close their eyes and relax.

No one sleeps and no one can sleep.

Time passed quietly and came to midnight.

Yuan Chenghong's four bodyguards suddenly had bloodshot eyes and smoke coming from their mouths.

"Woo...Woo..."

The four people's eyes were blood red, and they grabbed their necks and screamed silently.

at the same time.

All the professionals sat on the ground one after another, their faces extremely ugly. Several of them were working hard, as if they were suppressing something.

Weng Tong, Yi Yan, the soldiers, Yang Zhaoran and other ordinary people were all safe and sound.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Weida hurriedly came to his father Yuan Chenghong's side.

"Ah!" He screamed as soon as he touched Yuan Chenghong's body and took three steps back.

Yuan Weida's palms were red, as if they had been burned by boiling water.

Several professionals sat cross-legged on the ground, their faces flushed, and none of them could speak.

Not long after, Yuan Chenghong's four bodyguards had turned into charred corpses.

The four charred corpses were exactly the same as the seven people who died in the village, and they were only one minute apart.

"How could this happen? What is the murderer's method of killing people? How did they get tricked?" Yang Zhaoran was puzzled.

If this crisis is only for professionals, then why are Yi Yan and Weng Tong okay?

If nothing would happen to ordinary people, why would something happen to these four bodyguards?

Moreover, it is not that easy for these professionals to be tricked without knowing it.