Mystery Makes Me Strong

Wen Rensheng chatted with Liu Xuncha for a few words, then put down his phone, reminiscing about the fight just now.

Soon he felt a tinge of regret.

If one or two of the souls who died on the battlefield can be captured, it will definitely be of great benefit to his current plan for heaven.

After all, it is fresh, and it must have greater value than those soul fragments that have long lost their complete memory.

It's a pity that he only uses puppets to fight, and without his own alienated hair, it is impossible to attract souls to cast.

Thinking of this, he immersed himself in his alienated hair and checked it.

I saw that among the different hairs, different villages have been established, and they are even being transformed into towns and counties.

Before they treated Wu Shanshan's mother's green dot as a VIP, it was for the purpose of expanding the population and recruiting talents.

It's just the size of a single hair, after all, there is an upper limit, they must still need to connect with each other, and find a central hair as a base to achieve expansion.

Wen Rensheng thought so, and then took the initiative to alienate and connect the roots of the five hairs. This can be regarded as the gift of the creator.

This kind of behavior reminded him of the creator game he played in his previous life, changing the terrain, changing the temperature, and then allowing the creatures to multiply.

It was interesting at first, but then it became boring, probably because there was nowhere to show off, nowhere to pretend, nowhere to highlight my achievements.

In reality, there is no such thing as boring.

Because these creations can really bring him strength.

Do you find a company or house that allows you to make money lying down boring? No, it's too late for a normal baby.

Wen Rensheng has different hairs connected to one side, and he created different terrains in a wicked way-some are in groups of five, some are in groups of three, and some are even in groups of 30.

This is the same as the civilization in reality. Each place starts differently. Some people say that the development of civilization is determined by the geographical environment in the final analysis, because the material determines the consciousness. The initial culture and other things all come from the influence of the geographical environment. .

Latitude, temperature, terrain, coastline, all kinds of conditions finally determine the development direction of civilization.

He also wanted to see if, in the mysterious world, the development of human civilization would still follow this theory.

Others can only rely on supercomputer simulations, but he can truly reproduce this process.

This theory has always been circulated as a hypothesis, but has not been really recognized by everyone.

While working on the hair connection, his cell phone rang again.

"It's me, Wen Rensheng."

"Teacher, we encountered a case here, I hope you can help." Zhao Han's voice sounded.

"Uh, is there anything special?" Wen Rensheng's heart skipped a beat, did he just come here for whatever he wanted?

"The special thing is that we put two suspects in a room. They both held knives. There was a dead body in the room. They both accused each other and said that the other party was the murderer. My The power of prophecy can't be distinguished." Zhao Han said distressedly.

"Okay, where are you?" Wen Rensheng asked.

"We are in Building 18, Guanghua District, Nancheng District, this city..." Zhao Han reported an address.

"Didn't you go to school early? It's vacation now?" Wen Rensheng looked at the time, it seemed that the winter vacation was coming soon.

The winter vacation in this world is very long, not much shorter than the summer vacation.

"Uh, yes, it will be December soon, and our winter vacation at Aomori University is early. Of course, it is not right to say that it is a vacation. There are a lot of practical homework assigned to us, and we have to work hard every day to complete it. I applied to several departments, so I didn't go home in time." Zhao Han explained.

"Well, young people should learn more."

Wen Rensheng casually perfunctory, then got up.

Just let yourself see what a fresh soul looks like...

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Building No. 18 of Guanghua Community, this is a house close to an avenue, only separated by a fence and a green belt.

At this time, countless spectators who eat melons have already gathered downstairs. Some people are really eating melons, and those in winter are not afraid of the cold.

Wen Rensheng really admired these guys, everyone at the scene of the arrest was very enthusiastic.

That is because guns are completely banned here in Shenzhou, otherwise, who would dare to watch the fun if it is thrown to McCann? Don't be afraid of stray bullets.

Wen Rensheng stepped forward, and security guards immediately came to receive him.

"Manager Wenren, please come in." The old security guard in his 40s graciously opened the blockade and let Wenren go in.

"How is the specific situation?" Wen Rensheng walked into the unit building and asked casually.

The security officer went into great detail.

It turned out that the director of the public security department in this nearby area had something to do with Wang Wenwen, and had helped her before.

So this time when something happened, the director asked Wang Wenwen to take action, pulled out the carrot and brought out the mud, and implicated Zhao Han in it.

The case this time is very clear and weird—two men and a woman got drunk in a unit room. After waking up, the woman was dead. The two men accused each other of being the murderer, and they were very emotional.

It was two men who called the police, but when the security guards arrived, they had already picked up kitchen knives and started to attack.

The environment at the scene was a bit miraculous. Observing from a distance, there was a mysterious ceremony in the living room. For the sake of safety, the director did not order people to stop and arrest the two, but first invited foreign aid.

Wen Rensheng nodded repeatedly when he heard that, he is an experienced official, if he acts rashly, it may cause the disaster to spread, and blocking it is the safest method.

The floor is on the 9th floor. After Wen Rensheng walked up quickly, he saw Zhao Han and Wang Wenwen surrounded by the door.

Of course, some security guards are indispensable, and there is also a patrol officer.

Before he had time to ask about the situation, Wen Rensheng heard roars coming from Room 901 where the door was wide open.

"Fang Yi must have been killed by you! You bastard, you feel jealous when you see her being nice to me, Wang Luobin, you are a big bastard!" A young man pointed at a middle-aged man in his thirties with a kitchen knife. The young man yelled at him.

"Nonsense, Hong Renqiang, you don't want to be bloody and spitting! You are a poor man, Fang Yi has chosen me a long time ago, and you are just for fun. She has agreed that she will marry me when my new house is finished! Last night I called you here just to explain this to you clearly." The middle-aged male Wang Luo Bin also held a watermelon knife, pointed at the other party, and said without giving in.

At this moment, Wen Rensheng looked up, and found that there was indeed a variety of rituals on the floor of the living room, and a woman was lying in the center of the ceremony.

The woman was obviously dead, because a fruit knife was stuck in her chest, and the blood flowed all over the place, and it was all coagulated.