The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 342 Amazing Intelligence Capabilities

"If you kill people and silence them, then you are the mastermind. If you kill relatives for the sake of justice, that's easy. With my connections, I'll give you a few nice words and you can leave." Wuming said in great detail, standing in front of the iron fence, holding his back Winked at the coprophags at Mengt and the others.

Unfortunately, the peephole on Wuming's helmet is too small, so no matter how you squint, you can't see it.

The copro-eater didn't even look at Wuming. He answered Wuming's question with two simple words:
"Too noisy."

"Do you think I'm noisy?" Wuming said, "Isn't this also to get you out - to find out the truth as soon as possible. You just said a few words and you think I'm annoying. I just hope you can sing well -"

"They were so noisy that people died." The Coprophagian interrupted Wuming's babble and glanced at him, "You are indeed very noisy too."

The coprophag's words were very threatening, so Wuming naturally ignored the coprophag's threatening words:
"You killed them because you thought they were noisy?"

Wuming and Menggete looked at each other and felt that this copro-eater was a talent, so this matter might not be easy to solve.

Wuming asked Menggert: "Do you think this mentally unstable person is not responsible for his crimes?"

"It's your problem to let mentally ill people out," Menggert said.

Wuming sighed: "Forget it, take it back and continue the interrogation. If you have any questions, take it away. If there are no questions, send it back to me."

"I've already asked." Menggert said, "It was taken away during the interrogation."

Wuming looked around: "You're out of the blue. How did you think of interrogating me here? I thought you were going back to the camp."

Menggert said: "I plan to send him directly to the nearest sealed prison after questioning. Ordinary cells cannot hold him."

"This is to confirm in advance that he is a criminal." Wuming said.

Menggert heard Wuming's words and thought of the words he roared out during the interrogation of the copro-eater, and was silent for a moment:
"Forget it, you take him away."

"Is he all right?"

"He didn't admit that he had a problem," Menggert said. "There was insufficient evidence..."

Menggert thought of something: "The method you used to detect those people, try it on him. As long as you can be sure that he is not involved, I won't care."

The fate of the coprophag was decided during the conversation between the two, but he seemed not to care. He closed his eyes and said nothing in the prison car.

Wuming took the coprophag's prison car for a spin and returned to the ballroom. He left the rest to Patch, while he collected some dirt from the coprophag's body, found Se Lian, and asked her to examine it.

Se Lian didn't mind it being dirty and quickly helped Wu Ming test it out.

The result was that the coprophag was clean—dirty by hygienic standards, but devoid of the filth that would identify him as a murderer.Since he used his resentful soul to kill those fans instantly, he didn't even get any trace of those people.

Wuming looked at the test results and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He sent the test results to Menggert. He felt much more relaxed when facing the coprophagic man.

Wuming said: "Those are your fans, they all love you passionately, you are really willing to do this."

"You just want runes," said the Copropeater. "You don't care about those people, and you don't care about me."

"This is indeed a problem." Wuming said, "Your most loyal fans are almost dead. You have to study carefully how to destroy runes in the future."

Wuming settled the coprophags and discussed future performances with Patch and when to reopen the song and dance troupe.

Patch didn't have a good idea. The two decided to take it one step at a time, check the news first, and adjust the program according to the audience's situation.

After a period of glory, they have to explore again like novices and try out again.

What Wuming didn't expect was that the audience on the coprophagous side didn't show any signs of fading.A group of core fans died, and the original seats were occupied by others, but the number of tickets sold every day did not decrease significantly.It was as if the sun still rose and nothing had changed.

"Is it possible that the auditorium of our song and dance troupe is already full? Should it be expanded?" Wuming wondered in his mind.

"Tour." Patch gave Wuming advice, "No matter how the stage is expanded, the geographical location will not change. There are always inconveniences. As his fame expands, you can make more money by asking him to circle around the border area. If you do more, his fame, your runes, will snowball and get bigger and bigger."

"What a great idea, why didn't I think of it before?" Wuming hated Patch for thinking of it too late and felt sorry for the money to build the stage.

"This has been planned for a long time." Patch said, "But it didn't work before. He didn't get much recognition. Now the time should be more suitable."

"Reliable." Wuming praised Patch, "Then I'll leave this to you. I have other things to be busy with."

Patch suddenly called Wuming:

"Is there a conclusion to the matter about the copro-eater?"

"We have come to a conclusion a long time ago. The fans of Coprophagia are out of control and are robbing in order to buy tickets." Wuming said, "Mengget has been released, so you can rest assured and operate."

Patch asked: "I heard they even robbed the trebuchet?"

Wuming nodded: "Mengget suspects that there are fans of Coprophagia in the army and is currently investigating."

Wuming was a little worried: "Actually, I'm a little worried that he will find something."

Patch looked sideways: "What did you do?"

With Wuming's level of generosity, if he had done nothing, he would definitely not be worried about this kind of thing.

Wuming said: "The men who rescued a group of Rodel's troops in the volcano were infected by epilepsy. It was they who gave me the confidence to pry open the stubborn ideas of the golden people."

Wuming held up his face: "If we want to talk about which people in the army are most likely to be attracted by the ideas of coprophags, those people are more likely than ordinary people, right? They have eaten their comrades, and I am afraid they will no longer stick to the tenets of the Golden Law. Yes, it’s possible to be attracted to blasphemy.”

The more Wuming thought about it, the more worried he became: "If a few people are really found out and I'm charged, it will be troublesome."

"This has nothing to do with you..." Patch said, "No, it seems... it does. As long as I want to stab you, anything can be made into a knife."

Patch even thought of the news headlines:
"Shocked, the loyal soldiers rebelled against the Golden Tree because they took a bite of the unknown businessman."

When Wuming heard this title, his stomach twisted:
"How dare Mongote make such news? I will ask his father to beat him up and set fire to the golden tree."

"Don't worry too much." Patch said, "This is a way to pinch the weak persimmons. With your strength, why bother worrying about it."

"It's all thanks to you for making me think of it." Wuming said, "Why did you bring this up?"

"I'm a little weird," Patch said.

"What's strange?"

"Kidnapping the gentry, getting crossbows and trebuchets, knowing when Menggert took away the coprophags, and knowing when and where the best place to ambush is. The trebuchets were arranged in advance..." Patch said, " The intelligence gathering ability of this group of people is... a little too strong."

"Intelligence is not that simple." Patch said, "Just at a communication speed, if you use carrier pigeons and eagles to communicate, and wait for the message to arrive before you make preparations, it will take a long time, and the plan will be too late. You have to consider the time difference.”

Wuming frowned: "What do you mean?" Patch said: "I don't think these fans of Coprophagia have this ability. If they had these abilities and could ambush a demigod, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state."

"There is someone behind this, and he has not been arrested?" Wuming said, "Then what is the purpose?"

"How do I know? I just find it strange." Patch said, "You should be careful."

"Even if I am asked to be careful, I don't know who to guard against." Wuming spread his hands, "Forget it, let's take care of the immediate things first."

Wuming said goodbye to Patch and went about his own business - he was going to pick up the car.

The Dickdas Big Lift stopped all spare passenger operations on this day, leaving all the space and capacity for one thing.

The big elevator is like a palace. Relying on the huge power built by the golden dynasty at its peak and the Kalia royal family, it slowly rises from the lake area to the Yatan.

A behemoth slowly revealed its full form as the lift took off.

A giant bronze snake is entangled on the elevator, its body coiled up like a mountain, occupying the entire elevator.

The coiled body of the giant snake was taller than the two demon statues guarding the gate outside the palace. It circled around the palace, and the earth trembled. The horses of the Kaidan mercenaries guarding the door were frightened, and they raised their front hooves and almost killed them. The master fell down.

Wuming had already reported to the Royal City. At this time, a Rodel army was stationed in front of the road, staring nervously at the giant snake. They did not feel relieved until the giant snake left the road and marched along the established route.

Judging from the information provided by Wuming, this is a steel giant full of pyroxene. If the pyroxene in its belly explodes, there is a danger that it may blow up the outer wall of the royal city.

Although the Royal City is now gone, and Rodel's soldiers seem to have no one to protect, they at least want to protect the main road leading to the Royal City.

Wuming had been waiting in front of the elevator. When he saw the giant bronze snake coming out, he jumped on the snake's head and directed the snake to the designated unloading place for pyroxene.

The giant bronze snake is controlled and commanded by Aaron Mayer alone. There is no need to dig holes in the cave at this time. He stands on the head of the snake and controls it.

A huge semicircle rises above the door of the snake's head. It is the rudder that controls the direction. There are only two handles, which extend out of the head. At first glance, it looks like the horns of a giant dragon.

"Although I went to see it when it was being built, it still feels different when it is actually driven." Wuming stood next to Alonmel, feeling the tall perspective of standing on the snake's head, "Does this machine have a name?"

Aaron Meyer said: "The Zombie."

"Good name." Wuming stood on the snake's head, clasped his hands in a prayer gesture, and thanked Lacard for his outstanding contribution.

The giant snake pushed away waves of soil, raised dust, and crawled to an open space with great momentum.A deep pit was dug in the clearing, waiting for pyroxene to fill it.

Wuming jumped off the giant bronze snake and saw Se Rui waiting here, looking forward to it.

Wuming stood with Se Rui, staring at the snake's head, waiting for the pyroxene to pour out.

But the snake's head turned around and moved away from the hole.

"How did you leave? Did the pyroxene escape?" Wuming was stunned, "Aronmel, you are defecting!"

The technician who came with the team explained to Wuming:
"The structure we designed is not suitable for entry and exit. It will damage some parts of the machine and make it scrap faster."

Wuming said: "How to pour it out?"

"Just look at it."

The giant snake swam away from the cave entrance, flicked its tail, and rested it above the cave entrance.

A small hole opened near the tail, and some pyroxene leaked out and fell into the hole.

"Why does it feel a bit like..." Wuming felt that this scene was a bit hard to describe.

"Claca." Serui used his rich knowledge reserve.

Wuming said: "I thought I could see a scene of pyroxene pouring down like a waterfall."

Serui said: "Pyroxene has its dangers and cannot be dumped too quickly. Your people are very professional."

Wuming said: "Two thousand tons, one cent is a lot."

Se Rui said: "The next step is to build a suitable experimental site. Whether it will be successful or not will be known soon."

Serui picked up a few pieces of pyroxene, drew a magic circle on the ground, and inlaid several pieces of pyroxene on the ground from time to time.

Seeing that Serui would not be able to finish it for a while, Wuming stopped waiting, called the technician, and ran to Aaron Mel.

"We're done here, go here." Wuming took out the map, "Go and chop down the trees."

Wuming called the bronze giant snake over instead of packing and transporting the pyroxene. Naturally, it was not just to transport the pyroxene. Wuming needed the bronze giant snake to solve the problem in the forest.

First test it in the forest where the coprophag is hiding, and then go to the rich forest where he suffered so much to show his dominance.

Wu Ming wants to show those people who come to kill people what it means to be a local snake from out of town.

"To be honest, a machine designed for digging holes is not suitable for cutting down trees." The technician told Wuming, "But we have made several sets of accessories and can test them out. I am afraid that some pyroxene and runes will be wasted."

"It's okay, we have money now." Wuming said boldly, "We just saved a money tree."

Patch Cabaret, the day's performance is over, and the audience is leaving.Without the ardent fans, the audience left the venue more simply. There were far fewer people lingering, and they no longer pestered the coprophags for autographs and fingerprints.

The megaphone that the Copropeater holds in his hand when he sings is still the Sword of Skull and Spine.But this time it's no longer skulls, but half-rotten heads from the loyal fans he killed.

Faced with the fresh visual impact, the audience was happier.The feces-eater was still pricked with blood from the spine sword, and the blood flowed all the way to his feet, and then dripped under the stage, forming a pool of blood in a low-lying area.

The Coprophagian watched the audience leave. When the stage was empty and silent, he sat cross-legged and sat on his own half-coagulated dark brown blood, which was not too sticky and dirty.

At some point, a man wearing a cloak appeared below the stage. Late at night, everything was shrouded in shadow.

"They are all dead." A voice came from the cloak, "Well done, no evidence was left against you."

The coprophag looked down at the person in the audience. The person had his head lowered, and his face was not visible at all.

The cloaked man said: "Don't worry, you will have enough runes. I will lend them to you by others. You can use these powers to become stronger."

The coprophag said nothing, staring at the cloak.

The man under the cloak chuckled softly:

"You seem to be troubled and angry. Why, isn't it bad to be loved? Don't you feel the love from those cheers? Love is very important. It's because you can't feel the love between your fingers that you turn around and hug Another kind of blessing, right?”

(End of this chapter)