The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

Chapter 62 I've Been Dead
By now, Kong Qianyu fully understood the reason why the police came to his door seriously.

Just listen to Ruan Zhifang continue: "Xiao Yang usually has a bad reputation. He is the only son in the family. He is very spoiled. He is lazy and cunning. He did not go to college after graduating from high school and did not go to work. He just stayed here. The family has grown old and become idle members of society."

"But his family's conditions are not good. The family relies on the income from two acres of land, plus his father's meager income from doing odd jobs. They can barely survive starvation and cannot support his lavish spending habits."

"Xiao Yang is not a good learner. He has no intention of leaving the right path. When he has no money, he starts petty theft. He makes everyone in a simple village that is open at night feel in danger. Everything that can be sold for a little money can be thrown away at a glance. ”

"The people in the village blocked the door of his house and cursed him. The Xiao family's parents had lost all their dignity for half their lives, but they were helpless against their son. They refused to listen to the scolding and could not be beaten."

"Later, Xiao Yang simply lost his temper and became more and more daring. When petty theft was not enough, he turned to open robbery. The two canteens in the village, the two restaurants along the street, and the gas station where the accident happened were all stolen by him. How many times have we been in trouble?"

"I heard that he is addicted to online gambling. Everyone knows that this stuff is a scam, but once you get addicted, you can't get it back. It's not surprising that he can do anything for money."

"You didn't catch Xiao Yang back then? Did you let him run away?" Xue Wuwei also heard some clues. Could it be that the murderer of the family extermination case back then and the person worshiping the evil god today are the same?
Kong Qianyu shook his head, unless Xiao Yang was not a human being, it was absolutely impossible.

Ordinary people are not gods. There are indeed some people who are well-maintained and cannot tell their age. For example, some rich celebrities rely on their faces to make a living and greet all good things on their faces. But a murderer who is on the road to escape, there are What about free time and financial strength?
20 years, not two years.

Ruan Zhifang seemed to have remembered something terrible, and his hands were shaking slightly: "That's the problem. When he was arrested by us 20 years ago, he ran into the mountains. I followed a large group of people who were recruited from various units. The comrades who came went into the mountain to search for him together, and he was one of the people who saw him being shot with his own eyes.”

The mass murder case back then was concluded in a haphazard manner. The file still clearly states that the criminal suspect Xiao Yang was shot dead on the spot and his body fell off a cliff. After several searches, the case was withdrawn.

A case in which the criminal dies before going through the arrest and trial process can only be considered withdrawn but not closed.

However, no one knows that there is a problem with this dossier. If it were not written in this way, it would be difficult for everyone to stop talking!
The reason why he gave up the promising criminal police team and went to the police station was because he could not pass the hurdle in his heart: He saw with his own eyes that Xiao Yang was shot five times, bleeding profusely, and his entire chest was crushed by the impact of the bullets. It collapsed, but the person did not fall down, and could even smile at them.

Neither the shooter nor the person following him could believe that people were still alive after being beaten into sieves.

But not only was Xiao Yang alive, he was even running faster and faster, running as fast as he could on the flat ground in the vast hillsides and woods.

He finally disappeared on the edge of the cliff, and the blood trail stopped abruptly. The entire search team took a detour and went down to the bottom of the cliff. Not even a rag was found, let alone a body.

Everyone was quite confused as to where Xiao Yang had gone.

Based on the injuries he sustained and the amount of bleeding, the leaders unanimously determined that he would definitely die, so the case was concluded as the murderer was shot dead by the police.

It was not until today that a name that he had not heard of in 20 years popped up during the fingerprint comparison, and Ruan Zhifang felt that the stone that had been hanging in his heart for a long time could finally fall to the ground.

He really isn't dead.

But how is this possible?
"Taoist Priest, do you think he is still a human being?"

"Do you have any clearer photos?" Old surveillance screenshots from 20 years ago can be used to identify people, but they are not enough to be used for facial recognition.

Ruan Zhifang handed over an original ID card.Not to mention Kong Qianyu, even Xue Wuwei could tell at a glance that the young man in the photo should be dead. Combined with his birth date and inferred horoscopes, he could roughly estimate that his lifespan was three out of twenty.

Xiao Yang was 23 years old when he was arrested in the mountains. There was no chance that he would survive.

Kong Qianyu took out the camellia demon from the storage bag again: "You are dishonest."

The person worshiping him is a human or a ghost. As a monster, can't he tell?
The little demon was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly thrown to the ground. He was so thrown that stars appeared in his eyes: "Oh, my aunt, what I said is all the truth. How can I be dishonest?"

Hum, it seems that she has not suffered enough, she really thinks she has a good temper!
Cruelly destroying the flower with ruthless hands, a big red flower scattered in the wind in an instant.

"Ah!!!" The little demon's arms were soaked in dark green blood, and he could hardly maintain his human form.

Ruan Zhifang was truly seeing this kind of situation for the first time, but after all, he had rich experience and could remain calm on the surface. He only moved his seat back slightly to avoid splattering himself with demon blood.

Dong Libo had already seen Kong Qianyu's ruthless methods in the bar last time. Now he knew that the teenage boy on the ground was a demon. His real age could be his grandfather, so naturally he couldn't sympathize with him.

But why, I am just an ordinary public servant. Seeing monsters every day is too exciting, Comrade Xiao Dong complained silently in his heart.

The little flower demon's arms turned into branches, hanging limply, crying miserably, but no one paid attention to him.

"Your Majesty, please spare your life, I'll tell you, I'll tell you all!"

The little demon was now afraid of the queen who would kill him after just one disagreement. He quickly told everything he knew while crying: "Young man dare not deceive the king. The little president is in the quiet place. Being in a mountain col is no accident.”

City A is high in the south and low in the north, with mountains on one side and the sea on the other. It is a place full of outstanding people. It is a good place for cultivation, both for humans and monsters.

This is the true nature of the camellia demon. It has lived comfortably in the mountains to the south for 80 years, gradually gained self-awareness, separated from the primitive nature of plants, and had the possibility of becoming a spirit.

There is no time in the mountains. The four seasons rotate, cold comes and summer comes, autumn harvests and winter stores. The small camellia absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, slowly cultivates, and lives a very comfortable life.

Until one day, he was discovered.

"Haha, it's really strange that this barren land can actually breed plant monsters."

Little Shancha has not yet evolved the ability to see, and can only rely on perception to know that the person who discovered him is a similar person with much stronger power than him, so he trembles and does not dare to make the slightest move.

Monsters have no intention of helping each other. Under the law of the jungle, where the weak eat the strong, all the weak will only become food for the strong. In the despair of little Camellia, the whole flower tree trembled.

The other party said coldly: "I am not interested in little demons that cannot transform yet."

(End of this chapter)