Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

The three burials are not stupid enough to ask the question of 'who are you'. Since this is Mook's fantasy, it must be someone Mook knows, and this phone call and the documents on the desk also happened. of.

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After reading the corpse in the village, the real Muke should have asked the person on the other end of the phone to examine the corpse. Looking at the familiar tone of the other party, most of them were also familiar to Muck.

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"Thirteen copies?" The three burials were stunned, and there was indeed a problem. This was not what the three old people did. Even if it was tentatively, it meant that there were ten other people involved.

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"Yes, thirteen copies." The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was also a little heavy, and he also realized the seriousness of the problem, "Mook, the case you took over seems very unusual, and it didn't cost me a long way to go. Came here from New Delhi."

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The three burials in New Delhi are still known, the capital of dampness and poison, the identity of this Muke is really unusual. Not only can he be the chief of the local police station at a young age, but he can also directly transfer a forensic doctor from New Delhi.

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But what's the reason for this? Untrustworthy local forensic doctors?

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Three Burials thoughtfully looked at the autopsy report of the local forensic doctor on the table.

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"I can't keep delaying a few corpses here." The tone in the microphone became serious, "Mook, I know you have always been a person with a very sense of justice, otherwise people would not choose to go to the local police station and choose to be a police officer. You're a famous director, but this time, listen to me, don't rush forward if you find that you can't do anything."

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"Do you... do you know something?" Sanfu paused and said, "Who put pressure on you?"

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

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

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After saying this, the three burials were a little surprised. He couldn't say words in such a tone. Is it Muke's influence?

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"Tuk Tuk!"

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The door of the office rang, and after the three burials responded, the policeman outside the door came in. It was a tall and thin young policeman, the same age as Muke, but he behaved very well in front of Muke. cautious.

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"Master Shanta Crossbow, it has been arranged for you."

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I don't know what to arrange and what to arrange for the three burials, but he still cooperated and followed behind the young policeman. Everything was arranged by Muke. What did he want him to see?

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The local police station of Shidu can only be said to be rudimentary. The courtyard of the police station is still yellow-brown. I don't know if there is no money to harden it or the money is used for other things.

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After walking with the young policeman for a few minutes, the three funerals understood what Muck meant.

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

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Mook wants to talk to the three old people alone?

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

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"Yes." The young policeman stomped his foot and walked out.

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The chief has nothing to do with what he wants to do, as long as he obeys orders.

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"Can you speak English?" The three burials do not know Hindi, and Muck doesn't seem to know the local language in his memory.

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"Yes, yes... Sir, do you have anything to do?" The gray-haired old man shrugged his shoulders, not daring to look at Muck at all, "We all speak English."

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Sadly, English has been implemented well in a place with a strong colonial background like Madhya Pradesh. If we let the wet poison official implement an official language, I don’t know how many years and how much work it takes to achieve such an effect.

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There are only three burials and these three murderers in the small room. Are these three old men wicked murderers? Looking left and right, there is a lack of outrageous breath.

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"People, you didn't kill them, right?" Three Burials came straight to the point, and a pair of transparent eyes stared at people's hearts.

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"Yes, yes, we killed it..."

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"Why do you want to take responsibility for the murder that is not yours? Don't you know that such a serious murder case, you will be sentenced to death by the law." It is not clear how the law of damp poison will rule on the three burials, but as long as the body is wearing clothes The identity of the local police chief sounds very credible, even if it is false.

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"No, no, we are honor murder, and the judge will not sentence us to death."

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

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

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Although they live numbly, they still have a certain fear of death.

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Although two others expressed disbelief, one of the old men pursed his lips, apparently believing the words of the Three Burials.

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"We didn't kill people, how could I kill my own daughter..." An old man who was huddled in the back of the room suddenly burst into tears.

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"Oman, don't talk nonsense."

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"Let him speak."

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Sanfu did not expect the prisoner to be so unscared, but with the attitude of this old man, even if he was not frightened, he would probably reveal the matter by himself: "For you, as long as you tell me the truth, you don't have to die."

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"They, they were killed by Tu Duoji!" When talking about Aman, the eyes of the other two people in the room showed panic.

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But there is not much anger, the status of wet poison women is extremely low, especially in this rural area where the atmosphere of wet poison is strong.

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"Who is Tu Duozhi?"

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"He is the owner of our largest local factory, a textile factory."

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The three burials don't know the local situation at all~www.NovelMTL.com~ If Muke's real body is real, he should know something about Tuduoji, but since it is the largest local factory, the forces that want to come to this Tuduoji should be no trivial matter, a trouble. thing.

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"His factory employs thousands of people, all of whom work from our local area. He is a noble Brahmin."

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Brahmins or not Brahmins are of no importance to the three burials. Listening to the old man's brief description, the three burial brains made up the story of the capitalist's cruel and strong-violent textile female workers, but even if you want to deal with the textile female workers, why? To do something as terrible as beheading.

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Even an ignorant ancient society could not do such a meaningless, even unpleasant, waste of resources.

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"Aman, why did you kill them?"

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"Because...because..." The old man didn't know how to answer this question with his dry, dark brown lips squirming.

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"Because Sen and the others wanted to get off work early, they thought it was too late to get off work at 9 o'clock in the evening, so they wanted to arrive early at 8:30." Another old man who didn't cooperate very well at first also went out of his way.

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"Who is Sen? From nine o'clock to half past eight, is there any difference?"

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

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"Every year, female workers are raped and killed at night. It would be safer if they could walk under the lights."

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