Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 147 It seems impossible to start
There have been endless rumors in Sandao City. A village so close to Wangzhuang can disappear just like that. This is too scary!

Many people were wondering, aren't all the thieves and bandits who were brought back before now locked up in the dungeons of government offices and police stations? Who would dare to commit such a big crime in Wangzhuang?

Life in this world is so difficult. Natural disasters and misfortunes can come at any time!

All the thieves and bandits were caught, this is true. Nearly two hundred thieves and bandits are still being held in the three cities.

Could it be another evil deed done by evil spirits?

It can only be an evil spirit.

Over the years, such things have basically been blamed on evil spirits, so who dares to say no? There is no confidence to doubt.

"So, your judgment is that it was done by evil means?" Wang Hai's hand holding the tea paused after he sat down. After listening to Yang Qian's words, he felt that this made sense.

Fainting, actually means: the soul is coming!
The purpose of dismembering a corpse is to destroy the qi and blood, while killing people, it also makes it easier to take away their souls.

Although it was strange and brutal, it was not impossible for an evil person to do this. At least with the case of the five funeral beasts that Yang Qian had handled before, Wang Hai believed 50% of this speculation, which was at least much better than having no clue before.

When Yang Qian heard Wang Hai ask this, he shook his head.

"Captain, I guess the attack on Wangzhuang was carried out by evil means, but the person who used this method may not necessarily be an evil person. It is also possible that he is a demon cultivator."

"Black Mountain?" Wang Hai's reaction was also quick, but his eyes were a little hesitant.

Yang Qian nodded and said, "The Black Mountain Demon King has offended Sandao City more than once or twice. This time, there were eight demon cultivators wandering around the White Head Mountain. Although demon cultivators and evil cultivators are on different paths, they have many similar needs for killing.

If, like the Five Fateful Beasts, a certain demon cultivator obtains some kind of evil weapon, slaughtering the entire village will not only benefit him, but he can also avenge our previous crackdown on Mount Paektu.

I think this is very likely.”

Yang Qian said this with absolute certainty, but he also had a plan in mind.

Regardless of how this case is investigated, or whether it is related to Montenegro later, this possibility should be put forward first, and it should be placed at the highest level.

Now Yang Qian boasted that his strength had increased rapidly, but he was still far from being a great demon, let alone a demon king. So for the time being he could not do anything to the other party. But this did not prevent him from helping Heishan to become famous.

Since Black Mountain is afraid of the Immortal Alliance, then a reputation of "constantly testing the Immortal Alliance's ban" should be enough to cause Black Mountain trouble, right?
This is the only "counterattack" method Yang Qian can think of at the moment, although he is not sure whether it will be effective.

"Where is the supporting evidence? We can't just rely on guesswork and write it down in the case file, right? That won't work." Although Wang Hai recognized Yang Qian's current direction of investigation, he still reminded them not to handle the case out of thin air, but to have solid evidence.

"Captain, the evidence is Wang Xiang! In the previous Five Beast Sculptures case, the souls being sucked away would cause mental fatigue, nightmares, physical weakness, and even unexplained sweating. If Wang Zhuang's case was also caused by an evil weapon, it would be even more serious. Although Wang Xiang escaped, his soul would certainly be damaged.

At that time, we only need to observe Wang Xiang's physical condition to confirm our subordinates' guesses.

After confirming whether it is an evil weapon, Black Mountain is the closest to the Three Dao City and has many bad intentions, so it is naturally the primary suspect. "

Wang Hai had to admire Yang Qian's brain. After all these links, he really had a rough outline of the dossier. Although Wang Hai felt that Yang Qian's subjective intentions must have been involved in the part about Black Mountain, the rest of his speculations were well-founded and he really couldn't find any faults.

"Okay, your guess seems to be reasonable for now, so you can investigate it this way first, but you can't just ignore the clues in Wangzhuang. You must continue to dig deeper. You can only focus on them when the people from the state government come down.

Yang Qian, I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for you to take on this task this time. Anyway, you must not be careless!" "Thank you for your reminder, Chief Constable. I will handle it carefully and will not make any mistakes!"

It was not until it got dark that Yang Qian came out of Wang Hai's office. He went back to his own class and took a blank file home, planning to sort out the case at home and come up with a general direction.

"Brother, I heard that something happened in a farm outside the city?" Yang Xun asked worriedly while handing Yang Qian a towel to wipe his face. He was not worried about the disaster affecting the city, but worried about his eldest brother. He heard it was a big case, and he didn't know if there would be more danger.

"Well, there's a big case. Where's mom?"

"Mother is waiting for you in the living room. She wants to cook a bowl of noodles for you. She will feel at ease only after seeing you eating."

After wiping his face in the washroom, Yang Qian returned to the main room, where he saw Xu Ying carrying a large bowl of sour soup noodles and placing it in front of him.

"Are you starving? Eat quickly!"

Yang Qian hummed, held the bowl and began to eat. After three or five bites, he said to Xu Ying, "Mom, things may not be peaceful outside the city recently. You'd better not go out. If you want to take a walk, just stay in the city."

"Well, Qian'er, don't worry. Mother won't cause you any trouble." Xu Ying was actually a little nervous. She heard today that more than a hundred people died in a village more than ten miles outside the city. This was too scary.

After eating, Yang Qian went to the study and started working on the file in his hand, but he stopped writing halfway through.

The dossier started, and indeed laid out the main direction of the investigation according to Yang Qian's deduction, but the clues about the scene made Yang Qian a little stuck. Because there was a clue at the scene that seemed to linger in Yang Qian's mind, making it impossible for him to put it aside and continue writing.

"What kind of footprints are those? A monster?"

While Yang Qian was pondering this troubled question in his mind, he picked up the animal footprint pattern he had copied from the grove behind Wangzhuang and stared into space.

dong dong dong.

"mother?"

"I brought you a bowl of invigorating medicinal tea. Madam Wang gave it to you. She said the chief constable also drinks this. It's good for those of you who stay up late."

"Thank you, mother." Yang Qian took it with a smile. He had gotten used to Xu Ying's care and at the same time, he accepted the blood relationship that he had inherited.

"Huh? Isn't this a cow's hoof? But it's much bigger! How big a cow has to have such a big hoof?

They are much bigger than the hooves of the big buffalo that your grandfather used to raise!

When I married your father, the big buffalo was still there. I climbed on its back with your father! It was very wide, and it wouldn’t be crowded for two people to sit on it.

Yang Qian has also gotten used to Xu Ying's love of talking about the past. It can be seen that the time when Yang's father was still alive was the time Xu Ying liked to reminisce the most.

"With a hoof this big, three people can probably sit on it without being crowded, right?"

"Mom, this is not a mount, huh?" Yang Qian was about to explain, but suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

Why can't these animal footprints be left by a mount? !
(End of this chapter)