Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Sanbu was not stupid enough to ask the question 'who are you', since this is Muck's illusion, it must be someone Muck knows, and this phone call and the documents on the table also happened of.

After looking at the corpses in the village, the real Muke should have asked the person on the other end of the phone to examine the corpses. Looking at the familiar tone of the other party, he was probably someone Muke was familiar with.

"Thirteen copies?" San Zan was puzzled. Sure enough, there was a problem. It wasn't the three old people who did it. Even if it was, it meant that there were ten other people involved.

"That's right, thirteen copies." The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was also a little heavy, and he was also aware of the seriousness of the problem, "Muk, the case you took over looks very unusual, and it didn't take me all the way. Came here from New Delhi."

New Delhi’s three burials still know that in the damp and poisonous capital, this Muke’s identity is really extraordinary. Not only can he be the chief of the local police station at a young age, but he can also directly transfer forensic doctors from New Delhi.

But what is the reason for this? Local forensics not to be trusted?

San Zan thoughtfully looked at the autopsy report of the local forensic doctor on the desktop.

"I can't keep delaying the corpses here." The tone in the microphone became serious, "Muk, I know you have always been a person with a very sense of justice, otherwise people would not choose to go to the local police station and choose to be a police officer." Director, but listen to me this time, and don’t rush forward if you find that you can’t do anything.”

"You...do you know something?" San Zan paused, "Who put pressure on you?"

"No, I just want to tell you that most things in the world are not all white or all black, but gray."

This is the useless nonsense that Sanzang dislikes the most: "Then you shouldn't have told me the results of your inspection from the very beginning."

After saying this, San Zan was a little surprised. He couldn't speak in such a tone. Is it the influence of Mook?

"Tuk-tuk!"

The door of the office rang, and after the three funerals answered, the policeman outside the door came in. It was a tall and thin young policeman, who was the same age as Muke, but he behaved very well in front of Muke. cautious.

"Commander Shantanu, I have already made arrangements for you."

What was arranged, what was arranged, Sanbu didn't know at all, but he still followed the young policeman cooperatively. Everything was arranged by Muke. What exactly did he want to see for himself.

The wet and poisonous local police station can only be said to be rudimentary, and the courtyard of the police station is still a yellow-brown ground. I don't know if there is no money for hardening or the money has been used for other things.

After following the young policeman for a few minutes, Sanbuan understood what Muck meant.

The three arrested old people stayed in the iron fence in a daze, and they seemed to keep a dazed look forever.

Does Muck want to talk to the three old people alone?

"You go out first, I'll ask them something."

"Yes." The young policeman stomped his feet obediently and walked out.

What the officer wants to do has nothing to do with him, as long as he obeys orders.

"Can you speak English?" San Zan didn't know Hindi, and Muke didn't seem to know the local language in his memory.

"Yes, yes...My lord, what can you do?" The gray-haired old man shrugged his shoulders, not daring to look at Muck at all, "We all know English."

The sad thing is that the promotion of English in a place with a deep colonial background like Madhya Pradesh is not bad. If the government is allowed to promote an official language, it will take how many years and how much work it will take to achieve such an effect.

There are only three burials and these three murderers in the small room. Are these three old men vicious murderers? Looking left and right, there is a lack of outrageous breath.

"Human, you didn't kill it, right?" San Zan cut to the point, staring at him with a pair of transparent eyes that made people panic.

"Yes, yes, we killed it..."

"Why do you take responsibility for the murder that is not yours? Don't you know that you will be sentenced to death by the law for such a major murder." Even a false statement about the identity of the local police chief sounds extremely credible.

"No, no, we are honor killings, and the judge will not sentence us to death."

"I don't know who told you this, but this kind of law is already in the past tense. If you really did this, you will definitely be sentenced to death, understand?"

"No one can illegally deprive others of their lives now, no one."

Although they live numbly, they still have a certain fear of death.

Although there were two other people who expressed disbelief, one of the old men pursed his lips and obviously believed San Zan's words.

"We didn't kill people, how could I kill my daughter..." An old man who was huddled in the back of the room burst into tears as he spoke.

"Aman, don't talk nonsense."

"Let him talk."

Sanbu did not expect the prisoner to be so unintimidated, but with the attitude of this old man, even if he was not frightened, he would probably reveal the matter himself: "Tell me, as long as you tell me the truth, you will not have to die."

"They, they were killed by Tuduoji!" When talking about Aman, the eyes of the other two people in the room showed horror.

But there is not much anger, the status of Shidu women is extremely low, especially in rural areas where the atmosphere of Shidu religion is strong.

"Who is Tuduoji?"

"It's the boss of our largest local factory, a textile factory."

Sanbu doesn't know the local situation at all. If Muke is real, he should know about Tuduoji. However, since it is the largest factory in the local area, the influence of Tuduoji should be a big deal and a troublesome thing.

"His factory employs thousands of people, all of whom are local people. He is a noble Brahmin."

Brahmans or not Brahmins are not important to San Zan. Listening to the old man's brief description, San Zan made up the story of the capitalist's brutal rape-violence of the female textile workers, but even if he wants to deal with the female textile workers, why? To do such a terrible thing as beheading.

Even the ignorant ancient society can't do such meaningless, even bad-sounding, waste of resources.

"Oman, why did you kill them?"

"Because...because..." The old man didn't know how to answer this question as his dry, dark brown lips squirmed.

"Because Sen and the others wanted to get off work earlier, they thought it was too late to get off work at nine o'clock in the evening, so they wanted to advance to eight thirty." Another old man who was not very cooperative at the beginning also went all out

"Who is Sen? From nine to eight thirty, is there any difference?"

"Sen is my daughter. The street lights in the town go out at nine o'clock in the evening, and they are still on when I get off work at eight thirty."

"Every year, female workers are raped and killed at night. It would be safer if they could walk under the lights."