With the support of a ninth-level civilization, do you want me to believe in electronic gods?

Chapter 11 The villain is myself?
Chen Fan silently felt vigilant in his heart.

Under the gaze of everyone, he cautiously walked towards the house with the open door.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard vague conversations coming from the room.

Chen Fan stopped cautiously, trying to grasp more information from the vague conversation.

After listening carefully for a few seconds, Chen Fan couldn't help but frown - the noisy crying in the room completely drowned out the human voice, and it was difficult for him to hear the specific content clearly.

Just when Chen Fan was about to give up, his eyes swept over the palm of his right hand.

His eyes moved slightly and he asked in a low voice: "One, is there any way?"

Yi didn't respond, but the pure human voice after removing the noise automatically appeared in his mind.

This technology is awesome!
If he had this ability in the past, he would still worry about the lack of customers for private detectives?
Chen Fan sighed in his heart and listened carefully.

"Kill to pay for life, debt to pay for money, this is a matter of course!"

"What did you say when you borrowed the money?"

"The debt will definitely be paid off within three months. Now look, it's been almost a year and you still haven't paid off the remaining debt."

The man who spoke had a very rough voice, giving people the impression that he was not easy to deal with.

A clear female voice then came from the room: "Debt?"

"As far as I know, Aunt Shen paid off her debt a few months ago!"

The man asked calmly: "What about the interest?"

"Interest?" the female voice sneered, "Your interest has nearly doubled!"

Hearing this, Chen Fan suddenly realized.

I dare to borrow loan sharks through improper means!
Chen Fan, who had previous life experience, naturally knew the horror of this thing.

Not to mention twice, even ten times the principal is possible.

The man's voice continued: "I don't care about this. According to the original agreement, we need to collect collateral of corresponding value."

"As I see it..."

"Her child's arm is pretty good."

Damn it?

arm?

Or a child’s? !

Is it so bloody? ! !

No wonder these neighbors say that the people inside are not easy to mess with. These are the evil forces with pure blood! !

Just when Chen Fan was shocked, another tired female voice came from the room: "Xu Huai, stop fighting."

"In the final analysis, I owe the debt first. Even if we bring this matter to the church, the church will not support us."

The woman let out a long sigh: "Since they want my son's arm, then... let them take it."

Hearing this, Chen Fan's eyes suddenly widened!

"...What the hell?!"

This time, he was completely shocked!
A mother actually wants to use her child's arm to pay off her debt?
What the hell...

Is that human being? ! !
As a good socialist young man with correct views, Chen Fan naturally could not bear to see such a tragedy happen in front of his eyes!
He didn't care about gathering information, he just opened his legs and kicked the already shaky door.

"Boom!"

With a dull sound, the wooden door completely detached from the door frame and fell to the ground.

Under the sunlight, a faint cloud of dust flew up from the cement floor.

This loud noise also attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Chen Fan stepped on the wooden door with a big hole in it and shouted loudly:
"live……"

The originally powerful voice quickly decayed in just a few seconds after seeing the scene in the room clearly:
"stop?"

……

In the room, a tall, muscular man was kneeling on a futon in an upright posture. Directly in front of him, on a small round table, was a clean and spotless statue of a god.

The strong man clasped his hands together and looked up at the statue on the table with a pious expression. He was still muttering something in his mouth - if nothing else happened, this was the evil person who uttered evil words.

Under Chen Fan's gaze, the strong man turned to look at Chen Fan with confusion on his face: "...Who are you?"

On the other side, a middle-aged woman about the same age as her mother sat on a wooden chair in the living room with a tired look.

Next to the middle-aged woman, the little boy's eyes were red and swollen, and he looked at Chen Fan who was stepping on the door of his house with a look of horror.

Judging from the little boy's expression, Chen Fan was sure that he was definitely not a good person in the eyes of the other party.

The original hoarse cries had disappeared, leaving only the slight sobs of the little boy in the room.

Under Chen Fan's disbelieving gaze, the little boy raised his mechanical right arm that shone with metallic luster and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes smoothly.

Beside the little boy, a young woman with a cold face and a high ponytail stopped comforting the little boy and cast a surprised look at Chen Fan full of doubts.

Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

'One, did I misunderstand something? '

[...This machine thinks you are more like a villain now. 】

grass.

A backward technological civilization ruled by gods, with the only electrical equipment in the house being incandescent lamps, actually mastered extremely complete mechanical prosthetic technology!
Listen to yourself, who could have thought of this? !
Chen Fan scratched his head in embarrassment: "What..."

"I said I was just passing by, do you believe me?"

……

After a short wait, the middle-aged woman came to her senses first.

She stood up from the chair at a loss and saluted Chen Fan from a distance: "Lord Chosen One, why are you here?!"

The silence in the room was broken instantly.

The strong man who was sitting upright on the futon narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked at Chen Fan, who was still standing on the door panel.

Then, he sneered and asked: "The Chosen One?"

"Just chosen?"

Chen Fan frowned subconsciously when he heard this question that had a bit of a sinister tone to it.

This strong man was completely different from the neighbors who were watching the excitement. There was not much reverence for the Chosen One in his eyes.

The other party doesn't even care about his identity as the Chosen One!

Thinking of the previous comments from his neighbors, Chen Fan's relaxed spirit became tense again.

He stared into the strong man's eyes and replied seriously: "Yes."

Hearing this, the sneer on the strong man's face became even stronger.

"how?"

"You, the God's Chosen One, don't prepare for the God's Selection Ceremony in a month's time, but instead take care of these trivial matters?"

"If you owe debts and repay money, let alone you as a chosen one, even if the gods come in person, I will still be the one who is reasonable."

Just as Chen Fan was thinking about how he should respond to these words, the strong man slowly stood up from the futon with the same sneer on his face.

"Sister Shen, I will give you one month at the end."

"After one month, if you still can't pay off the debt, I can take away Xiaowen's arm."

In response to the strong man's words, the middle-aged woman known as Sister Shen just nodded silently.

The strong man nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.

Then, under Chen Fan's gaze, the strong man walked toward him.

Against the background of the rising sun, the slight grin on the strong man's face stood out.

Looking at the ferocious-looking man walking in front of him, only one thought flashed through Chen Fan's mind:
Suffered.

He won't be the only victim in this dispute, will he?

(End of this chapter)