When Mr. Zamon woke up, he was hopeless. He had a posture that neither his eyes nor his brain wanted. Marin thought to himself that he just saw men wrestling hand to hand. The sport called sumo wrestling in your mother's hometown of Shishima.

It's much more exciting than what you can see in the traceback.

Of course, although Mr. Zamon was hopeless, he still focused on his work and worked with the draftsman to draw several targets he saw.

Qian Xianzhe asked Mr. Chaimen to rest while he copied the painting and distributed it to the street police stations in various districts of New Hangzhou for them to identify the target. Qian Xianzhe had always wanted to provide proof of identity and household registration between New Hangzhou and the South, but

Suffering from the lack of a large terminal - this is currently the most important thing for managing household registration.

There used to be one in New Hangzhou, but it broke down a long time ago, and it broke down due to a thunderstorm along with the half-completed household registration system. Until now, the sages have not been able to find a complete set of replacement parts.

However, the Street Police Department quickly responded to the message. A street policeman in the Seventh District recognized the older woman in the portrait as a street girl. She had been working on the roadside for almost 20 years. She was retired in the past few years, which is considered rare.

of a happy ending.

Because it was an incident that Qian Xianzhe asked about personally, the Street Police Department in District 7 took it very seriously. District 7 was originally an area with excellent security. In order to invite this person to the scene, the Street Police Department selected six extraordinary people to break into the current laundry.

The female worker's workplace dragged her to Qian Xianzhe.

Mr. Li felt that there was something wrong with this woman after just one glance - she didn't have any traces of chaos in her body, and she didn't seem to have any extraordinary talents.

How could you, a helpless woman, have an affair with this deceased person without being infected?

Marin sighed.

"Blessed talent is at least nine, hidden talent, activated the day after tomorrow." Looking at the girl who was said to be forty years old, Marin looked at Qian Xianzhe.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then looked at Marin: "Really?"

"It's true that some children don't show talent when they are young, but they suddenly activate their talent when they are close to adulthood, but no one can tell it at ordinary times." Marin said this and motioned to Qian Xianzhe to take care of it.

After the initial shock, the washerwoman finally heard what Marin said clearly. She looked at Marin and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? I, I...am I going to be a transcendent?"

"Yes, fate has made you suffer all kinds of hardships, but it has also retained a trace of warmth for you. You have tasted both warmth and cold, but you have not fallen for it." Marin walked up to the woman, stretched out his hand, and with Marin's activation

Before the operation, a warm light appeared in the palm of the washerwoman's hand.

"You are of mixed elf blood and are forty years old. Although you are a bit old for an apprentice, you still have a long future. You have time to grow and work hard for the future." After saying that, Marin looked at Qian.

Sage: "She has no problem, she can go."

So Qian Xianzhe motioned to the street policeman who sent her over to take her away, but one street policeman stayed behind, and Qian Xianzhe motioned to him to explain the woman's situation.

As he told it, Marin heard a somewhat sad story. In the story, there was a home that was once quite sweet, but after an accident, six children who lost their parents were left alone. The first child in the family was

The child, and the eldest brother among the six children, finally chose to join the army and died in the war in his third year in the army.

The second child in the family, this woman, because of her young age, ultimately had no choice but to sell herself to help the family.

As the third child, the younger brother eventually went astray and died in a gang fight long ago.

The next three younger sisters got the opportunity to study through the sacrifice of their eldest brother and eldest sister. Now they have jobs and families, but they ignore their eldest sister and even took advantage of her in the past few years.

gained ownership of the ancestral home.

"They haven't done anything that people should do." Mrs. Li sighed.

"From a sociological point of view, although all the men in the family are dead, the three daughters below have gained the right to live a decent life. This is the victory of knowledge and the sorrow of knowledge." Mrs. Meng looked at Qian

Sage: "Sir, if I can, I would like to recommend this child. Her nature of being able to emerge from the filth without staining makes me happy. If she cannot find a good mentor, I am willing to help her."

"Yes, but believe me, the Charity Society will definitely choose a good mentor for her." Qian Xianzhe said this and signaled the street policeman to leave.

Marin threw two packs of cigarettes to him when he left: "Thank you for your hard work, take it with your colleagues."

The word "hard work" brought a sincere smile to the street policeman's face: "My colleagues and I thank you, Your Highness Ma."

This young man thought that Marin was of mixed race. When he said "His Royal Highness Ma", Marin was surprised... and felt as if something was loosening in his heart.

It seems to be joyful and cheering.

After he left, a new street police courier arrived, from District 9. They were attacked when they raided the theater where the middle-aged man was. The two sides exchanged gunshots for five minutes. The good news was that only one person died.

, the bad news is that a bullet that hit the wall and ricocheted three times lifted off the back of the middle-aged man's head.

A standard death without evidence.

Ma Lin turned his head and looked at Su Su. This girl had a soul in her hands.

"How did you bring his soul?"

"In our time, after the death of the Soviet Union, those liars and villains can arbitrarily blame it for the evil things that happened to them, just because dead people cannot speak... It's an interesting historical story, right?

"Having said this, Susu threw the soul to the ground.

Everyone present saw that the soul light ball was distorting.

Marin stretched out his hand, and the positive energy of blessing pulled this miserable soul back from the edge of distortion: "Fortunately, the dead can speak now."

At this point, with Marin as the center of the circle, the dark, lightless land is spreading. Looking up from where the ceiling used to be, the ancient starry sky from long ago is shining. Marin looks at the place where he kneels and holds his arms.

The middle-aged man in his head asked him in a soul whisper.

·Look at me, miserable soul.

·Look at me, the last echo of a miserable life, look at all of you, look at your judge.

In Marin's whisper, the man raised his head.

· Salute to you, Your Highness, what can I do for you?

·Do you know him?

Marin pointed to the remnant soul on the side. In Marin's sea of ​​consciousness, the Huang Mao who died on the chair fell on the chair in the same way, but at this moment, it was completely distorted and trapped by the branches of the World Tree.

I can only struggle but can do nothing.

·My love...what's going on, why, why is fate playing so hard on us!

At this moment, this middle-aged man stood up. He was grieving and chanting,

·I hit it off with him. At the harvest festival thirteen years ago, he was a lovely man with red lips and white teeth. My heart, who hurt you like this?

The middle-aged man came to the remnant soul. He stretched out his hand and stroked the twisted long face of the remnant soul, trying to catch it.

"What's going on?" Mr. Li, who was in charge of the viewing, looked puzzled.

"You don't understand this. This is Zhang Xianzhi, the former heartthrob of the New Hangzhou Theater. He is very famous for singing opera." Mrs. Meng introduced her old friend.

And Ma Lin took two pieces of glutinous rice snacks from the snack bag in Su Su's hand with great interest.

"A good tenor has such a wild approach, I really don't know what he thinks." Susu said in the most perfect southern Thai Mandarin while chewing snacks.

"Everyone has his or her own ambitions, and this should be the truth." Marin said as he saw the man cast his gaze over.

·Master of destiny, please tell me who killed my beloved.

Marin frowned, and with a little help, he deleted everything about the opera from this unlucky guy's head.

·Who killed him?

This time the question is very easy to understand. You see, speaking human language is so simple.

"A Gray Mist Walker, do you know who that is?" Qian Xianzhe asked.

·It must be him! Liu Minghai!

As soon as he said this name, the man began to become deformed. Marin once again intervened to keep the soul while confirming that there must be something wrong with the name: "He became deformed as soon as he mentioned this name. He looked like he was ricocheting three times."

It doesn’t seem like it’s necessarily a matter of luck.”

"Yes, there are some supernatural abilities that can change the ejection angle of bullets when they come into contact with solid objects. Psionics can also be used. Most street police are low-level supernatural beings and may not necessarily be able to confirm these in a gunfight."

With this analysis, Marin handed over the soul to an immortal master who was good at dealing with souls - someone from the Immortal Master Tower was finally here.

Then he started to confirm who Liu Minghai was.

Since this guy knew Liu Minghai, it proved that his friend should know this name to some extent. However, this should still be a long waiting process, so Marin turned around and asked Ayers about the mailbox.

Ayers came through the teleportation channel on the spot - he changed into a prairie elf skin, this time it was a very cute pink-haired girl with little hearts in her eyes.

"Where did you get this skin?"

"Of course it's from Sigil. The legendary gentleman who beat me last time said that this skin was seized from another world. This is my last apology." Ayers finished speaking and patted her.

Wearing a cyan dress, a gradient handbag of the same color, lace socks and small leather shoes.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with your skin, but forget it, have you taken care of the mailbox issue?" Marin said, looking at Ayers' skin.

"Of course, I left the matter to Yu Xianzhe. Just when you called me, I came over." Ayres replied, patting his chest.

Well, the chest shots have a cavity effect, so there should be no problem.

Marin thought this, and at the same time noticed that another street police team came back with someone - probably the last person Mr. Chamon saw during the remnant soul link.

This was a young human being who looked like he had been beaten. Qian Xianzhe, as the main person in charge, walked over and asked, "How was it when you arrested him?"

"Two old brothers are dead." The old street policeman who brought this young human over said as he took out the crumpled cigarette case in his pocket, took out a cigarette, and then lit the cigarette with a match: "Sir, Sage

, I brought him here, and I want to know why this little bastard allowed us to stay alive."

"We suspect that he is related to the Chaos incident. Due to security regulations, I cannot tell you the specific content." Qian Xianzhe replied.

It sounds a little unkind, but Qian Xianzhi would not be wrong in doing so.
To be continued...