The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

Obviously, everyone in the city now knows about Shen Lang's affairs.

Shen Lang stood on the side of the people, not the government, which made the county magistrate at a loss as to what to do.

The county magistrate was not the type of person with lofty ideals and integrity. He was just the type who was greedy for money and wanted to use Shen Lang to make more money.

Shen Lang did not hesitate, but came to the city gate as if nothing had happened.

After fooling the county magistrate this morning, Shen Lang wanted to take advantage of the conflict between the county magistrate and the city gate commander to climb up the city wall, conduct a slow inspection, anger the city gate commander and then wait for an opportunity to steal Zhao Huaibei's head.

Plans can never keep up with changes. Now that Shen Lang has been put on the spot, he can't help but feel a headache.

The problem is, after coming to Muyun City, Shen Lang did all the other things as a side job, and only this matter is important.

Shen Lang even wondered if he had done too much. If he did less, would it be possible?

Shen Lang sighed helplessly. It was all that spendthrift old woman's fault for bringing me to the square. Otherwise, would it have been necessary?

"Zhebie, you're here."

To Shen Lang's surprise, when the City Gate Commander saw Shen Lang, he did not say anything bad to him or show any impatience.

"Well, I'll go check the quality of the bricks and stones." Shen Lang nodded.

"Please!" The city gate commander moved half of his body aside and hit Shen Lang on the chest.

"Aren't you afraid of losing your job if you do this?" Shen Lang couldn't help but feel curious.

"I misunderstood you before. You went out of the city to practice archery during the day, and you drank with the county magistrate. You were also dealing with them, right? It must be very hard for you to work under them all the time?" The city gate commander let out a long sigh: "You didn't forget your duties even at that time last night. You are really a real man."

"I can see that you really care about the people of the grassland."

Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a little moved.

I knew that the city gate commander and the county magistrate were not of the same kind. Now it seems that it is true!

At the critical moment, the person who had been on good terms with me before hid away, while the person who was annoyed with me and reported me stood on my side instead.

Shen Lang said, unfortunately, I am a traitor...

"Thank you!" Shen Lang went up and hugged the City Gate Order, who did not refuse.

Shen Lang discovered that the soldiers guarding the city looked at him with a hint of admiration.

Sure enough, standing on the side of the people, although it would offend the powerful, would gain the support of the grassroots people.

Soon, Shen Lang climbed up the city wall.

When the soldiers passed by, they greeted Shen Lang in a friendly manner. Shen Lang responded one by one, and then he swaggered around to check the quality of the bricks and stones.

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at the same time.

It was getting late now, and some grassland soldiers were gathered outside the charity cemetery, at a loss as to what to do.

These soldiers are all from the government office. Are they substitutes for the constables?

There was no such profession as constable on the grassland before.

If something happens to anyone, it will be investigated by a respected person in the tribe or the leader.

The people of the grassland are a nomadic people. Even though the population in this world far exceeds that of normal ancient times, there are not so many large tribes. At least they live in relatively scattered areas.

Relatively speaking, their way of ruling is much more primitive than that of the Great Zhou, which also leads to the fact that when it comes to things like investigating cases, they are completely confused.

"I'm coming!"

Just at this moment, a man dressed in the clothes of a constable came here escorted by a group of soldiers.

The constable was wearing handcuffs and leg shackles, his eyes were lifeless, his hair was messy, and his clothes looked dirty as if they hadn't been washed in many days.

The centurion in charge of the investigation stepped forward and said to the constable, "Are you the chief constable of Taiqing County?"

"Yes." The captain nodded.

He has reached the Leaping Mortal Realm and has opened four orifices.

He had been in the slave camp these days. If he hadn't had such skills that allowed him to barely protect his food, he would probably be starving and unable to move.

"As long as you can solve this case, I will release you and your men from the slave camp. Then you can leave Muyun City and find a job for yourself, or continue to be a constable. It's all up to you," said the centurion.

"Really?" The captain looked up suddenly.

He himself would rather die than surrender, so he could not do it if asked to serve the people of the grassland.

Otherwise, even if he was at the lowest level of the Leaping Ordinary Realm, he was still a cultivator after all, and the people of the grassland would still welcome people like him to surrender.

He couldn't fight the grassland people because he had to protect several of his brothers in the slave camp.

"Of course, the premise is that you can solve this case." The centurion nodded: "I can still do it for the owners of a few slaves."

When they reached the prefect and Asigna, losing five soldiers was no big deal.

When they arrived at the Wolf Lord, Ashige's nephew was defeated and the loss of four hundred soldiers was no big deal.

But, losing five soldiers was a huge matter for this centurion!

If he couldn't explain himself clearly, he would lose his position as centurion.

He was afraid that the soldiers at the yamen would not be able to handle the situation properly, so he had to do it himself.

The centurion himself was also a cultivator at the Divine Sea Realm, and he brought thirty people to his team just to solve the case and find out how his people died and disappeared.

"Okay... tell me all the information." The captain nodded.

"Five soldiers were transporting corpses. After arriving here, they never went to change shifts nor returned to the barracks. There was some unidentified liquid on the ground, which seemed to be highly toxic. We haven't detected its composition yet and its toxicity is unknown." The centurion said as he helped the captain of the police uncuff and shackle him.

These are things that limit the captain's true energy. They are defective products among the magic weapons and cannot limit too much.

But it is enough to deal with these slaves. Wearing such shackles, even if the captain can use his true energy, he is only as strong as an adult grassland man.

Now that the shackles were open, the captain felt that his ability to absorb energy through his four acupoints had returned, and his heart, eyes, nose, and ears had regained their former sensitivity.

"Is that all?" The captain's eyes widened after hearing the centurion's words.

"This...what else?" The centurion looked confused.

"Huh..." The captain of the police let out a long sigh and walked into the charity cemetery.

The corpses on the ground were all from the Central Plains, both young and old.

They seemed to have done a lot of heavy work in their lifetime. Their hands and feet were covered with wounds and calluses. It seemed that no matter what their profession was, the work they did was the same.

Judging from their body size, they didn't seem to have eaten enough food when they were alive.

Seeing this, the captain couldn't help but clench his fists.

Are these the people who are building the city wall?

Working for the grassland people until I die of exhaustion...

These are just ordinary people in the North. They are just living normal lives. What have they done wrong?

At that time, I should have gone all out and killed more people.

Now that my energy has returned, I can kill two more, two more...

Thinking of this, a hint of murderous aura gradually spread over the captain of the police.

"What do you want to do?" The centurion's cold voice rang in his ears: "Don't forget, the constables are still waiting for you to return to the slave camp."

The captain thought of those young faces.

They still have a chance, they still have a future!

The prince just disappeared, he didn't die.

The troops in other parts of the North must have been gathering.

The army of the Great Zhou should have assembled as well, and they will definitely fight back!

As long as Muyun City returns to the hands of the Central Plains people, those children will still have a future, and they will be able to survive and live like human beings.

Thinking of this, the captain let out a long sigh, as if he had not exploded just now, and checked carefully: "The crime scene has been destroyed."

"There is a photo." The centurion praised his own wit.

He took out a small crystal ball and input his inner energy into it. A picture was projected on the wall, which was exactly what the crime scene looked like before it was destroyed.

"Hmm..." The captain checked and suddenly found something wrong: "Were these five bodies moved by those five people?"

"This... is not very clear." The centurion frowned slightly and said to the people around him: "Is there anyone who can match it?"

The soldiers behind him shook their heads in confusion.

In their eyes, all those people from the Central Plains were the same, all consumables. Who could remember which corpse was which?

"Hmm, let me ask this in a different way." The captain said, "After those five people, how many other people brought the bodies here, and where did they put them?"

Soon, the centurion asked one question at a time, and now they were able to match up.

"So, these five bodies are the five missing bodies that were transported here." The captain's eyes were on the five bodies.

"How do you know?" the centurion was a little surprised.

"Look, these five people are obviously different from the other corpses. The other corpses were thrown there randomly, but these five seem to be put down carefully. It can be seen that the murderer respects their remains very much." said the captain.

Even if it meant taking risks, Shen Lang was unwilling to touch the Zhou people's corpses to take their heads, which showed that he really respected the dead.

Although this caused Shen Lang a lot of trouble, Shen Lang was not the kind of person who put profit above all else.

“Also, these five people still had smiles on their faces. That person should have used his innate energy to relax them, so that they wouldn’t die so tensely.” The captain walked up to the corpses and began to explain.

"So that's how it is. Why are you asking so many questions?" The centurion said dissatisfiedly, "It's so obvious!"

"In order to avoid wrongful convictions, every detail must be taken into account." The head of the police shook his head and continued to investigate: "Do you have any developer powder?"

"Yes, this is the charity cemetery. Is that thing useful?" The centurion took out some for the captain of the police.

He also took with him all the tools used by the government to investigate cases.

The current Centurion is like a player who has a high-end computer but is terrible at playing games...

In other words, poor students have more stationery.

The head of the police sprinkled developer powder.

Soon, the entire charity cemetery was filled with green fluorescence, which made the disappearing bloodstains visible.

Just as the centurion said, the entire charity cemetery was filled with fluorescent lights, and the light pollution was dazzling.

"Look, the blood here is obviously different." The captain found several bloodstains: "The murderer is an expert. He killed three people at the same time, and the blood of the three people was sprayed here."

"The other two were probably hit by a spell, or they lost their ability to resist at the beginning and were killed by the finishing blow."

"I asked you to find out who the murderer is. I know the murderer is an expert, otherwise how could he kill five people silently?" the centurion said impatiently.

"That's how you investigate a case, you unravel the truth." The captain's eyes were on the centurion: "If I'm not mistaken, these five people were killed by him while standing in a row."

"Stand in a row?" The centurion's eyes widened. "Are you kidding? My soldiers are not fools!"

"If you ask them to stand in a line, will they do it?" the captain asked.

"Of course." The centurion said proudly.

"Where are the other officials?" the captain continued.

"You mean, it was the officials who killed them?" The centurion clapped his hands. "Could it be that those bastards who were eyeing my position wanted to replace me?"

"I think there aren't that many officials in Muyun City, and even fewer who can appear here during that time period." The head of the police said, "He is both an official and a cultivator. He takes care of the people of Da Zhou, and he can appear in this area."

"I've narrowed down so much of the scope, the rest shouldn't be hard to find, right?"

Listening to these characteristics, the centurion felt that he was getting close to the truth.

Could it be that the people who take care of the Great Zhou are the Zhou officials who surrendered?

The centurion drew inferences from this and thought that it might be the grassland people who placed the bodies of the Zhou people in order to create confusion.

From this perspective, I still have to check those who want to replace me first...

"Remember, ask the patrolling soldiers carefully." The captain said, "Their information is crucial."

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