The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 339 The Bad Omen Interrogation

Wuming walked very slowly, and a lot of hesitation could be read in his steps.

Se Rui's analysis is indeed very useful. Once the murder location is marked on the map, the suspicion of the coprophagous man becomes even greater.

The middle point of the murder case converged on the Patch Song and Dance Troupe, and Wuming had no choice but to go back to investigate.

But when he thought about the possibility that the copro-eater was the murderer, and the possibility that his money-making plan would fail, Wuming just wanted to walk slower.

Even though the coprophagian has now been taken away by Menggert.

When my heart is disturbed, I hesitate, get upset, and feel angry when something happens. For example, the sound and vibration of the two legs on my shoulders constantly hitting the iron armor on my shoulder pads are very annoying.

"Can you be quiet?" Wuming slumped his shoulders and said angrily to Se Rui on his shoulders.

"I'm here to help you, but instead of thanking you, you find me annoying?" Se Rui said, "Sure enough, you are the prisoner, otherwise you are so afraid of what to do. I advise you to surrender quickly and be lenient if you confess. I can help you persuade Wangcheng will give you a reprieve."

"Just a suspended sentence, not a reduced sentence?"

"Just wait until you deliver the goods." Serui said.

"Stop being such a talker, you are serious about finding the murderer as soon as possible." Wuming took the stack of pictures onto Serui, covering her entire body.

"You don't have to give it to me." Se Rui threw the picture back, "I remember it all. Unlike you, Xianyu's memory is not as good as mine."

"Any new conclusions?" Wuming asked.

"There is none at the moment. You don't know what aspects to focus on, and the images given have very little effective information. I'm afraid I have to go to the scene to get more information," Serui said.

"Let's go back to the Pachi Dance Ensemble first." Wuming sighed.

Physical evidence is one thing, and Nameless also needs some witnesses.

Although Patch didn't spend the night here, and I don't know if the coprophags ran out, there were still some night watchers, or there might be fans who happened to witness something.

Patch waited for Wuming to come back and shook his head when he heard his thoughts: "Relying on witnesses to overturn the case? It's difficult."

"As long as no one sees the copro-eater going out, then he is innocent," Wuming said.

"In fact, the suspicion caused by seeing him go out is much stronger than the suspicion caused by not seeing him go out." Serrui said, "No one can guarantee that their observations are perfectly connected and there are no flaws at all. Those who eat shit stay in jail."

"There are many coprophagous fans, so maybe there are some." Wuming said, "It's normal for fans to watch their idols sleep all night!"

"Is this normal?" Se Rui looked sideways.

"I can watch my idol sleep all night long." Wuming said.

Se Rui said: "But the fans' words cannot be trusted."

"Why can't you trust us? You can't look down on our fans!" Wuming was dissatisfied.

Patch said: "Fans...heh, in the name of love, they can do anything. Distorting facts is just their basic skill."

Patch's tone was sarcastic and terrifying:
"They are just like the priesthood. It is not surprising that they will do anything to protect their ancestors. These people who abandon the belief in the Golden Law have just found new idols."

"Conceal the purpose first and investigate." Serui said, "Not everyone knows that he is under investigation, and no one thought that you bosses would investigate."

"It makes sense, let's just say it's an industry investigation." Wuming said.

Wuming looked up at the sky, and it was starting to get dark.

This is the quietest time with the fewest people. Those who go to bed early have not yet gotten up, and those who go to bed late can no longer hold on.

Wuming immediately stepped onto the stage and said:
"There's probably no one around at this time. Wait until tomorrow——"

Wuming paused, and with the light of the sky, he saw many people squatting under the outer wall of the stage.

"Still squatting here? You're not sleeping." Wuming was surprised.

"We are waiting for the dance." The person under the wall was a little depressed and quite thin.

It seemed that they also felt the cold in the early morning. Several people shrunk their clothes, took out a few pieces of Artilia leaves and chewed them. Their faces soon became rosy.

"Didn't you hear that we will be closed for a few days?" Wuming asked.

"We are in the front row every day, how could we not hear it." Those people squinted at Wuming angrily, "It's just that no matter when the Coprophagous Lord returns, we have to be at the front."

"You have to wait all day long? Have you worked hard?" Wuming said, "How can this be done? If you don't work, how can you get runes? How can you buy tickets without runes? We must develop sustainably."

Several people continued to glare at Wuming, saying nothing and refusing to leave.

"Forget it, I'll make money anyway if you give me money." Wuming said, "Just in time for the coprophags to take a few days off, I'll do a market survey to see if there's anything worth improving..."

"He is perfect, there is nothing worth improving!" fans angrily scolded Wu Ming.

Wuming said: "No, even if his singing voice is perfect, I can change the stage and change the structure of the dance hall to make the sound spread farther. The performance time can be adjusted to better suit more people's free time..."

"There is no such thing!" The fan interrupted Wuming angrily, "Everything about Coprophagia is perfect, and there is no need for you to change it! The voice of Coprophagia is not loud enough? If you can't hear it, don't know where to buy it in advance. Scheduling tickets? I don’t have time to watch. Do you want to adjust to the performance time? Why don’t I think there’s a problem?”

Another fan immediately expressed his support:
"I think you are one of those vulgar fans next door who likes dancers, and you are just here to mess with our brother!"

Wuming was at a loss and said to Se Rui on his shoulder:
"If I didn't say anything, I would have thought they were the bosses."

Se Rui spoke and said to those enthusiastic fans:

"This time we also need to investigate the schedules of fans and singers. If appropriate, we can cut off other people's performance time and add an extra performance for the copro-eater. But it depends on whether he can force it."

When the fans heard that they were going to join the show, they stopped talking. They looked at each other and asked curiously: "You can't ask him that?"

Se Rui said: "If he tries to be brave and insists that he can work overtime when his body cannot hold up, his career lifespan will be consumed in advance. Dear fans, you don't want to see him die on the stage early and never be able to sing again, right? ?”

Fans said: "His singing style does make people worry that he will not last long...but with our Rune, he will not dry up, and he will definitely not dry up."

"Is he usually very energetic?" Wuming asked, "I saw that he went back to the prison car to sleep after singing. He seemed very tired."

Fans said: "Don't underestimate his physical strength. He seems to be sleeping, but he is just taking a nap and doesn't want to talk. Many times he will sit up and sit cross-legged to rest."

"But you've never been out?" Wuming asked.

The fans looked at each other again and shook their heads:
"I've never seen him go out. He always only stays in the prison car."

One fan was convinced: "I have been waiting for him for a month to get his autograph. I just watched him sitting in the prison car and never saw him come out."

Wuming smiled and said to Serui:
"Look, the perfectly connected observations appeared."

Serui thought for a while:
"Let them record a confession and remember to press your fingerprints."

"What are you doing? You want to sell us?" Several people were very wary.

"Would you do anything that is good for coprophags?" Wuming said.

Several fans pressed their fingerprints obediently. Their hands were dirty because they had been squatting outside waiting all night, so Wuming prepared a bucket of water for them to wash their hands.

"Let me ask you a question." Wuming took advantage of them to press their fingerprints and asked, "Why do you like coprophagians so much?"

Wuming noticed that among these people there was a guy who was standing in front of the stage and was almost torn into pieces by the grudges of the copro-eaters.But now they are not affected at all, they are still fanatical and even about to be tainted.

"He sang our feelings." Fans said, "I tell you, you won't understand. You are an armored bastard, how can you understand us. But he is different, he sings our hearts. He is I, and he, am a copro-eater. He is a great teacher who has long seen the fuck-up of this shit world and the stagnation of this world. This world should be tainted, and we are willing to support him and use our Rune, support him in staining the world."

Another fan frantically gave the golden tree the middle finger:
"Defile the whole fucking world!"

Fans put their hands together as if to catch some holy dew drops: "There is nothing new under the golden tree, but the great coprophagous man has given this garbage world a new side - at least he dares to say it."

"A brand new side?" Wuming recalled the time when the coprophagous man smeared feces on his side, and asked in a strange tone, "The whole world is covered with feces?"

"Even if it's shit, it's still brand new shit!"

As the fans spoke, they began to cry and howl, imitating the coprophags and singing, but the level was far inferior to the coproeaters. They were out of breath, as if they were going to die in the next second.

Wuming scratched his head and prepared to leave with his confession.

Serui said: "Take the bucket with you."

"That's inconvenient." Wuming said.

"Send it to Ser Lian together with the confession." Ser Rui said. "It's up to you." Wuming handed everything to Patch, "Where to go next?"

"Go and have a look at those dead people." Serui said, "There are some things that need to be verified."

Facing the morning light, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling began to weaken.

The howl spreads far away, startling birds and suppressing the chirping of insects.

The Copro-Eater opened his eyes from the prison car and felt the shaking beneath him. He sat up.He found himself sitting on a carriage, with a horse slowly pulling the carriage, and two people following him step by step.

"The moist smell of chronic illness is coming to your nose..."

He murmured and looked out the iron window. Half a pair of eyes were staring at him from the other side of the railing with an unkind look on his face.

The Coprophagous Man looked at Mengt: "Oh, my brother."

Mengt's expression became even worse and he stopped pushing the cart.

"Be honest, we already have evidence of your crime, don't waste everyone's time." Menggert said.

Lance Sanks: "The facts we have are enough to convict you, but don't think about it, you must have other things. If you confess directly, you can be dealt with lightly."

The Coprophagous Man just looked at Mengt and Lance Sanks without saying a word, as if he hadn't woken up.

Menggert suddenly rushed forward and hit the iron railing, making a loud noise:

"Hurry up and tell me how you killed those people!"

Lance Sanks pulled Monga over and said to the dung-eater with a smile:

"Little brother, don't be so stressed. Are you... thirsty or hungry? Do you want to eat something first? I'll buy it for you."

The coprophag says, "I want to eat shit."

"Huh?" Lance Sanks' neck twisted like a snake man, bending into a question mark.

The Coprophagian looked at Lance Sanks calmly:
"If you want something fresh, can you squat down here and make it fresh?"

Lance Sanks' gentle smile froze for a moment, and then he blasted towards the cell faster and more violently than Menggert, tearing open the iron bars directly.

Lance Sanks' ten fingers turned into claws, flashing with a sharp cold light:

"I'm going to eat you now and turn you into excrement!"

Mengt quickly went over and grabbed Lance Sanks:

"Calm down, calm down, I promised you to make a fool of yourself."

Lance Sanks twisted in Mongote's arms for a long time before he gave up the idea of ​​tearing the coprophag into pieces. He looked at the coprophag angrily and said to Mongette resentfully:
"I made a mistake this time, and you should be the one to blame me."

Normally interrogating Lance Sanks, who has a beautiful and soft face, coupled with the practice of saint skills, her appearance is that of a gentle nun.Menggert, on the other hand, scares the hell out of others with his sinister image as the son of ill omens.

Unexpectedly, this time I met a strange creature called a coprophag, who likes bad omens but has no interest in ordinary people.

Mengt sighed and stood in front of the prison car, looking directly at the coprophagous man through the iron fence that had been pulled open:
"We will not give up. Just confess it yourself."

The dung-eater looked past Mengt and looked into the distance:
"It's a peaceful morning."

Mengt frowned and remained silent.

The coprophag said: "Have you ever had a good sleep? When you wake up, you are not tired or sleepy. You open your eyes naturally and can get up and work immediately. That is a good sleep. A good sleep requires tranquility and moisture. The disease that matures needs the rotten ground of sweet decay..."

The dung-eater looked at Menggert:

"You disturbed my sanity."

"And you kept me from sleeping at all." Mengt's eyes were terrifying, "Don't use these specious words to prevaricate me."

The copro-eater responded in silence, not saying a word.

"Are you procrastinating? Waiting for others to redeem you? Do you think you can escape? Except for the businessman, no one cares about you. And I can take you out, and the businessman agrees. Understand, no one will save you, Your only way out is to tell the truth." Menggert said in a ferocious tone.

He took out the portraits of the victims:
"Did you kill these people?"

The copro-eater said: "If I say no, will you believe it?"

Menggote was stunned for a moment, then became furious, banging on the iron cage, threatening the coprophags:
"Don't be careless with me. You don't need to ask questions, you just need to answer!"

"I remember I already answered." said the Coprophagian, "and it doesn't matter whether I answer or not. You have already given the answer, why do you still have to go through this shit process?"

The coprophag was dismissive: "Shiting is an inescapable process, as inevitable as an invincible blessing. But you can obviously avoid these boring processes, so why continue with this interrogation that is worse than shit. "

"You think you've been wronged?" Mongot said.

The copro-eater took another look at the image:

"Perhaps not, my brother."

Menggert held the light spear in his hand and stabbed the coprophag through him: "Give me an honest answer!"

The feces-eater spit out a mouthful of blood and laughed wildly:
"Yes, that's it, this is the right way! This is your interrogation method. You will only interrogate me like this if you identify me as the murderer. I am very happy that you are willing to treat me like this - that means you recognize me. Ugliness is the original sin, and they should be held responsible for all crimes."

The dung-eater raised his ugly armor of omen, and blood foam spurted out with laughter:
"O golden tree, what a beautiful code!"

When Menggert heard the coprophag taunting the golden tree, he became even more furious, his eyes turned red, and he transformed a golden hammer in his hand, hitting the coprophag's helmet.

Lance Sanks felt that something was wrong with Mengt's state, and quickly grabbed him:
"Calm down, calm down, don't be impulsive."

Lance Sanks's voice seemed to bring Menggert back to his senses. Looking at the blood splattered on his hands, he took a few steps back.

Half of the coprophag's helmet was dented, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. The blood clogged his throat, making his words sound like a monster under the deep sea:

"It's a pity my brother, you are a bad omen. It would be even more perfect if you were a golden people."

Mengt gasped, trying to calm down.

When he saw the armor of the dung-eater, he felt an uncontrollable anger.

The coprophag is very ugly, but no matter how ugly he is, he is still an ordinary person, an ordinary faded person.But he wanted to say that he was a bad omen, and even wanted to call himself a brother.

Disgusted, detested, Mengt wanted to crush this guy who didn't know how to cherish his gifted body.

Because of this body, Menggert spent countless days and nights in the sewer.Smell the stench, look up at the golden tree, and occasionally in my dreams, I dream that I am a normal person, falling in love with a blonde girl, and living an ordinary life.

But the guy in front of him put on his ugly body and pretended to run into the sewer prison...

Menggert's body couldn't stop trembling, and he wished he could shoot this blasphemous fader to death on the spot.

Lance Sanks stayed close to Mengt, touching his ominous horn: "Don't be angry, don't be sad, I'm here."

Under the comfort of Lance Sanks, Menggert gradually calmed down.

He took a deep breath and solemnly asked the dung-eater:
"I'm asking you one last time, what do you know about this matter and what do you have to say. I want to hear the truth."

The dung-eater stared directly at Menggert and spoke:
"not like this."

"Didn't you do it?" Mengt said.

"It shouldn't be like this." The tone of the coprophag who had just been unresponsive no matter how much he was beaten and scolded suddenly changed. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressing something. "You are a bad omen. You shouldn't be treated like this. You shouldn't." To be loved…”

"Being loved..." Menggert didn't react for a moment.

"You are a traitor, brother." The coprophagian said these words softly and suddenly jumped out of the prison car.

The spine sword tore out a whimper in the air and slashed away.

He didn't go straight towards Mongette's face, but towards Lance Sanks who was holding Mongette.

"You betrayed the evil omen, fuck you!" the coprophag howled, rushed out of the prison car, picked up the prison car with his other hand, and smashed the car and the horse at Menggert's head.

(End of this chapter)