Bound to the scumbag male system, the goddesses always want to keep me

In the thirty-third year of the Divine Calendar, a stone tablet suddenly fell from the sky, like a miracle appearing in the world.

This stele is very unusual, with many patterns carved on it, some flowers, some fish, some birds, some insects, all lifelike, as if telling an ancient and mysterious legend. There are also mysterious words engraved on it.

At that time, Immortal King Kou was training in the human world. He happened to see the stele. He felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart as he looked at the mysterious stele. He sat under the stele and closed his eyes in deep thought.

After forty-nine days, I realized many mysteries.

Then he waved his hand and moved the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. In an instant, a huge sword pierced the sky, and was named: Zhengxian.

I also feel that the mysterious words are horizontal and vertical, and as sharp as the edge of a sword.

Therefore, it is called correct.

Standing in front of the Monument of Justice, Lu Xun was very worried. He couldn't answer Wang Fugui's question, but he also knew that it was easy to prove that Mo Shijin was not the murderer.

However, this does not solve the problem. Wang Fugui needs a murderer to report to Lord Tang to prove that the Seventh Division is still the vigorous and resolute Seventh Division. Lord Tang does not need to report to anyone, but he cares about his face.

Therefore, Lu Xun needs to hand over a murderer. On the way here, he carefully recalled the details of the entire crime scene and finally found some clues, combined with Cao Yang's memory and the behavior of Lord Wang who wore a green hat.

A bold idea popped up in Lu Xun's mind. If he eliminated all the impossibilities, then the remaining one, no matter how impossible it was, would be correct.

There is only one truth: Lord Wang Chunwang is the murderer.

It is said that all sins are exposed in front of the Monument of Justice.

If he guessed wrong, he would be doomed, but if he guessed right, the murderer would have been brought to justice, so what else would he want... a bicycle?

Zhengxianjian, like the world, also has unspoken rules that forbid the lower from violating the superior. Yes, even if Wang Chun is really the murderer, Lu Xun, who exposed the murderer, would not receive flowers and applause.

There are only countless cold eyes and small shoes to wear.

Good news: No more shoe shopping.

The bad news: The shoes are a little small and very uncomfortable to wear.

Lu Xun mocked himself, maybe doing this can relieve stress. Once a sage said: "I will face the criticism of thousands of people with a cold brow, and I will be willing to be a cow for children."

The wind brought news from afar, and many colleagues heard about it and came to watch the fun. It was obvious that everyone was full and had nothing to do.

Lu Xun looked at Lord Wang Fugui with gratitude. The news spread so quickly, it must have been leaked by Lord Wang accidentally.

This routine operation can be considered a form of care for subordinates.

Just from this point, Lu Xun knew that Wang Fugui believed in him.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a big belly came. It was Tang San, the director of the Seventh Department. Tang San had seven brothers, and he was ranked third. He could become a director at such a young age. It was said that he had nothing to do with the Immortal Mirror Tang Er.

When they saw that it was Lord Tang who came, everyone present quickly bowed their heads and saluted.

"Old Wang, what's going on? It's so lively so early in the morning?" Lord Tang's tone was not harsh and he was smiling, but it always gave people the feeling of facing a smiling tiger.

None of the Seven Heroes of the Tang Family is simple, and Tang San is definitely not harmless.

"Reporting to Lord Tang, there are many mysteries in the case of Xiao Renwu. I want to use the Monument of Justice to identify the murderer." Wang Fugui has seen many storms and knows what kind of person Tang San is, but he can only bite the bullet and go ahead.

There is no way. A promise made is a debt owed. Although debts are not romantic, Wang Fugui claims to be romantic.