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However, what the chubby policeman said also attracted the attention of the Three Burials. This is the fantasy world of Shanta Nuo, so these things may be what he has experienced.

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And the way to escape from the illusion is mostly hidden in Shanta Crossbow's personal experience.

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Mook Shanta Crossbow.

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Sanfu saw the name written on the nameplate of the clothes, which should be the full name of the man who called the evil god.

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If people who are proficient in Shidu casteology or mythology are here, most of them can see the weight of the surname Shanta Nu, the Brahmin caste, and the Brahmin among Brahmins.

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Such a caste represents not an ordinary family from the moment of birth, and no matter how poor you are, you will not be able to go anywhere.

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Not to mention that Muck has received higher education at first glance, and the appearance of the policeman's clothes nodding and bowing his waist is a proof of his extraordinary identity.

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Following the fat policeman in front of him into the police car, the three funerals still did not say a word, which was in line with Muck's image.

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"Sir, let me tell you about Heiti Village first?" the fat policeman asked cautiously.

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"Um."

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As soon as it comes, let it go, but what the three burials have in mind is very clear.

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With Muck's permission, the fat policeman began to speak very quickly: "Heiti Village is next to Baihe. You know Baihe, it is the area where the pariahs live."

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The fat policeman just mentioned this without giving too much explanation. When it comes to the difference between castes, he believes that the Brahmin caste leader knows better than himself.

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The big men have enjoyed the advantages of caste since childhood, there is no reason to avoid them, these mud legs feel less.

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"Untouchables?" Although it was not a short time to come to Shidu, the three burials were all used to hurry along the way, passing by like a light and a shadow, and there was no deep feeling. Untouchables, castes and the like were only heard in rumors. pass.

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"Well, that area is populated by untouchables, as are the four little girls who were beheaded." The fat policeman paused and said, "I guess it's mostly honor murder."

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"Honour murder?" The Three Burials really didn't know what honor murder was, but the fat policeman had no idea of ​​explaining it.

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In his opinion, every wet poisoner should know what honor murder is, there is no need to explain it, let alone everyone in the police system, they should be familiar with honor murder that happens every year.

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"I want to ask, what is honor killing?"

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"Eh?" This illusion is so real that even the fat policeman's surprise is expressed, "Uh... oh, yes, sir, you have been studying abroad and growing up in Breton, so it's normal if you don't know."

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When mentioning Bulieton, the fat policeman showed a certain longing. Although it was a century of humiliation in the official propaganda, Bulieton still has a high position in the eyes of ordinary people. If you want to go to Bulieton There are not a few people who study abroad or live in Breton.

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"Honour murder means... the victim was not killed by an outsider, but by his family."

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"For example, if a woman loses her virginity before marriage and behaves in a disorderly manner after marriage, the family will kill the woman in order to save face in the outside world, and the father will do it or the brother will do it."

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"..."

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After listening to the honor killing explained by the fat policeman, the three burials were a little uncomfortable. This backward thinking was more barbaric than Bushido. Seriously, the three burials reminded me of some classics in the aristocratic families in the island country. There are some similar cases.

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But listening to the other party's tone, it seems that this kind of thing is not uncommon in the case taken over by the police, it's just a trivial matter.

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"In a poor and backward small place like ours, if something like this happens to the police, it is estimated that the case will soon be found out."

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Having said that, the police car finally arrived at the village where the incident occurred. Before entering it, you could see a group of villagers surrounding the village entrance, with their backs to the direction of the road.

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These people are still wearing wet and poisonous traditional clothes, more precisely the traditional clothes of the poor. Dirty rags are draped over their bodies to cover their bodies, even if they are clothes. Gorgeous clothes have nothing to do with them.

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There were also two police cars parked at the entrance of the village, which seemed to be the policemen who had arrived earlier.

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"The police are here again, and the police are here."

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"!"

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Seeing the arrival of a police car, the villagers bowed to avoid it, fearing the deterrence brought by modern violent institutions is better than fearing the natural nobility of high castes.

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The fat policeman got out of the car first, took out the baton from his waist and waved it gently to disperse the surrounding villagers.

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"Get out of the way!" His humility and cowardice in front of the three burials changed his momentum.

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"Sir, please."

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The three burials did not have such a conscious sense of caste superiority. He frowned: "Why do you want to drive them away? Since it is a case, it is natural to listen to what they know."

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"Yes, yes..." The fat policeman nodded and bowed quickly, but he explained with difficulty, "This kind of chores will be done by the following people, Chief Shanta Crossbow, you better not touch these pariahs."

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Afraid that the officer would get angry again, the fat policeman continued: "You must pay attention to your identity, even if the shadow of a pariah falls on you, it is an insult."

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"Shadow?" Sanfu was not angry, but just wanted to laugh. It was the first time he heard such a statement. It sounded much more serious than "can't breathe the same air with this kind of person".

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As if to corroborate what the fat policeman said, the villagers retreated in fear.

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Even if he knew that this was a world in a fantasy world, the three buried monks still felt a little puzzled. This may be the reason why Buddhism was expelled by the Shidu sect in this land. Compared with the idea of ​​equality of all living beings, the rulers undoubtedly preferred it. Born with a strict hierarchy of wet poison sects.

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However, as the crowd avoided, the Three Burials also saw the reason why the police were dispatched.

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I saw four bound corpses kneeling on the ground, all their limbs tied with hemp ropes, so they could continue to kneel after they died, but the necks of the corpses were blank, and their heads were cut off and placed in front of the corpses.

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It's like a failed magic, but it's not scary at first glance, it just makes people feel magical and unbelievable, and it will cause fear if you go further.

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Is this honor killing?

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Beheading~www.NovelMTL.com~an ancient and barbaric custom.

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He also tainted a lot of lives in his hands, but all of them were left alive. Even if he wanted to punish the wicked for three burials, he would not use such an insulting practice.

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Is this what Muck's fantasy wants to let him see?

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Sanfu's heart was bewildered. At this time, five police officers walked out of the village. It seemed that the police car that had just parked outside the village should have been driven by them.

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And among the police were three elderly people, with dark skin and messy hair, and it was impossible to tell the exact age.

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"Sir!"

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"Sir!"

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"We caught the murderer!"