They caught the culprit so quickly?
Three Zang was truly surprised this time. He did not know if the illusion made solving the case so easy, or if the Wet Poison Police were just that efficient in the first place.
He turned to look at the three old men detained by the police. Their faces and hands were covered in cracks, the result of being exposed to the elements and working hard all year round. Their tiny actions were filled with subservience. How could people like them be murderers?
"Did you kill them?"
Three Zang had no idea how Mu Ke would have reacted when he experienced something like this in the past, but he believed that it should be similar to what he did.
Because no matter how he looked at them, the three did not look like murderers. A term used to describe livestock would be appropriate for them — docile.
They were docile like cattle working in the fields.
"… No, it's not …"
"It's …"
"We …"
The three of them stuttered and stuttered. They did not seem to have the same opinion. It was as if even they did not know what had happened.
"Sir, these three are the fathers of the victims. The villagers provided evidence that they killed the girls."
The leading police officer was tall and straight. His tone was firm, as if the key to solving the case was already hidden in his heart. "Last night, after they killed the victims, they moved the bodies to the entrance of the village, and then they cut off their heads."
Just listening to Three Zang was enough to make Three Zang feel the brutality. The three old men's eyes were filled with fear. They did not defend themselves against what the police said.
"The three old men can't even speak properly."
The fat police officer waved at the officers behind him and nimbly led the three old men into the police car.
There were differences between police cars as well. The cars that the normal police officers were in were clearly different from Mu Ke's car, from its appearance to how old it was.
"The two of you stay here and protect the scene."
"Yes."
As for the four bodies at the entrance of the village, they had to wait for a special vehicle to take them away. After all, they looked like they had been decapitated. Moving the bodies into the police car would be too horrifying. If they were really sent to the police station or the hospital, the police car would be useless.
"Sir, let's go back."
The fat police officer ran back to Three Zang with a smile on his face. "I can guarantee you that this is definitely an honor killing. The fathers must have murdered their daughters because of their improper behavior."
"Amitabha."
Looking at the four decapitated corpses, Sanzang mournfully chanted the name of Buddha. The fat policeman frowned, as if he was thinking about what the officer was saying. Could it be a way that Buletun used to comfort the dead?
San Zang looked at the impatient fat policeman and asked in puzzlement, "Did you work as a tour guide before?"
The Fleeting Light and Fleeting Shadow had brought him to the village and announced the truth of the case. If all the cases in the world were so simple, then there would be no more unjust cases.
"Tour guide?
Uh, no, I've been a police officer since I graduated from high school. You know, this small place doesn't have any tourist resources. "
"Yes."
San Zang did not say anything else. After all, this was just an illusion. "Tell me what you think."
However, even if it was an illusion, Triple Burial still felt rather uncomfortable, because there was a high chance that it had happened before and that Mu Ke had experienced it. In other words, there were indeed four girls who had been beheaded in reality. They were four real lives.
The fat policeman sat on the police car, obviously making things difficult for the manufacturer of the car. After he sat on it, the frame of the car started to creak.
"The case is very clear. A father killing his daughter can only be an honor killing. I'm guessing that the four girls committed adultery with someone else or did something against morals that they can't speak of. They did it to protect their family's honor. Our police station has dealt with such cases before."
"Peasants …" Even when he said the word, Triple Burial was still not used to it. "They have honor too?"
"Of course," the fat policeman stammered. "After all, we …"
Triple Burial wanted to continue asking, but the world before his eyes suddenly turned black. A strong wind blew past his ears, and the whistling sound resembled a speeding convertible sports car.
The fat policeman's face contorted, and his voice became intermittent until it completely disappeared.
The monk had never sat in a sports car before, but he had plenty of experience in flying at subsonic speed.
At that moment, he felt like he was in a pitch-black tunnel. It was indeed a tunnel, but it was a time tunnel.
The darkness faded, and Triple Burial's eyes saw light again. However, he was no longer in a car, but a police station.
It was still the same office he had seen at the beginning. There was a Shidou flag and a police badge on the wall. If a Shidou patriot saw these two things, he would feel proud from the bottom of his heart.
However, Triple Burial lacked such self-awareness. He only glanced at them and digested what he had seen in the village.
Four corpses and four victims who had been taken away. Even if it was an honor killing, there was no reason for them to put on such a show after killing them. Could three docile old men really do something so cruel?
"The first scene was when I saw the girls being beheaded. The second scene was in the current police station …
"This is the illusion of Mu Ke Shanta Crossbow. This is what he experienced.
"Every scene has important information that they want me to see. The first scene was a strange honor killing, so what's in the office for the second scene?"
Triple Burial displayed extraordinary qualities. He quickly accepted the wondrous experience before him. To be able to do good for so many years in Tokyo's 23rd Sector, he did not just need faith in Buddhism.
Moreover, Triple Burial was slightly interested in what Mu Ke wanted to tell him. He had to end this as soon as possible. Moreover, there were terrifying Evil Gods in the outside world. He could not spend too much time in the illusion.
However, how did a former civil servant become a bastard who summoned Evil Gods? Triple Burial believed that the answer lay in what he had experienced.
"Autopsy report?"
A stack of documents on the table attracted Three Zang's attention. His English was not at the level where he could understand the entire document, but everything was possible in the illusion. He flipped through the autopsy report and browsed through the information that might exist in it.
The backward place naturally did not have any skilled forensic doctors. The autopsy they could do was very simple. They only analyzed the fracture and whether there were any wounds on the body …
"Hmm?" Triple Burial's eyes stopped on one of the autopsy reports. "There are remnants of Silent Night in the lower body …"
It was the same for all four corpses.
Based on the fat policeman's explanation of an honor killing, could it be that the father had done something unforgivable before the murder?
'Isn't that a little too much?' Three Zang's lips twitched, and the office phone suddenly rang.
"Hello." Picking up the phone, Triple Burial's polite tone surprised the person on the other end.
After a pause, the voice came from the phone, "Shanta Crossbow. The analysis is out. There are thirteen different Silent Nights in the four bodies."