The following interrogation went smoothly. According to Wu Hao's instructions, he worked for their "God", and everything he did was instructed by "God".

Bai Yutang was confused when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at Zhan Zhao, "Are you sure he is normal?"

Zhan Zhao frowned and asked Wu Hao: "You just said your 'God', who else does it work for this 'God' besides you?"

"And...the priests, angels...and many sons of gods like me." Wu Hao looked fascinated.

Bai Yutang couldn't help laughing: "You mean you are working for Jesus?"

"No!" Wu Hao shook his head, "I don't believe in Christ!"

Zhan Zhao thought for a while and asked again: "You seem to have a very strict hierarchy system. What is the specific division of labor?"

Wu Hao hesitated for a moment: "God gave orders, the priest was in charge of rewards and punishments, the angel was in charge of contact, and the Son of God carried out the orders."

"And the task they gave you is to use your car to hit people?" Bai Yutang couldn't help asking.

Wu Hao nodded.

"I need other members, including your characters □□." Bai Yutang made a record of paper and pen.

"We have no names, only numbers."

"Number??" Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang looked at each other. Bai Yutang stood up, walked behind Wu Hao, turned over his ear and looked at him, then shook his head at Zhan Zhao-there was no number behind Wu Hao's ear.

"What channel do you get the instructions?" Zhan Zhao continued to ask.

"The angel will find me and leave me with tasks and related information."

"Where is that information?" Bai Yutang asked.

"It will be destroyed after seeing it..."

"With your personality, you should keep them for collection, right?" Zhan Zhao observed Wu Hao's hesitation.

"Hu..." Wu Hao sighed dejectedly, "I... hid them on the bookshelf at home."

"The last question, what is your number?" Zhan Zhao asked.

“…114…”

The two ended the interrogation and it was already dark when they came out of prison.

Bai Yutang called Bao Zheng and roughly talked about the case. Bao Zheng immediately issued a search warrant. Wang Chao took people to search Wu Hao's home. According to Bai Yutang's request, he brought all the paper items back to S.C.I.

"Maoer, go for dinner?" Bai Yutang asked by closing the car door.

"Well..." Zhan Zhao was a little absent-minded.

"Hey!" Bai Yutang reached out and shook his hand in front of Zhan Zhao's eyes, "Returning to the soul! What are you thinking?"

Zhan Zhao frowned, "Wu Hao's behavior is similar to a kind of faith dependence, and this case is not simple."

"In my opinion, he is not at all conscious. That organization may be a madman club." Bai Yutang started the car, "What do you want to eat?"

"Well... I want to have curry." Zhan Zhao emphasized, "You made it."

"...Your stomach disease is cured?" Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao in a little surprised, "Don't go to the hospital after you finish eating! Greedy cat!"

"Then just cardamom macaroni." Zhan Zhao thought for a moment and emphasized again, "You made it."

"Die cat...you buy vegetables!" Bai Yutang said fiercely.

"No problem! Chef Bai!" Zhan Zhao adjusted his sitting posture with satisfaction and decided to take a nap first.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao both have dormitories, which are high-end single apartments assigned by the police station. Their common point is that they are both geniuses in work. The difference is: in life, Bai Yutang is still a genius, while Zhan Zhao is an absolute mental retarded. In Bai Yutang's words, Zhan Zhao hits walls while walking, hits trees when driving, cooks and frys for cooking... So, in addition to being a canteen and takeaway, Zhan Zhao mainly relies on Bai Yutang. Who made Bai Yutang inherit Bai's mother's excellent genes and make a good dish for a five-star chef?

The two of them went to the supermarket downstairs of the dormitory. Zhan Zhao was excited to pick up the vegetables. Bai Yutang's cell phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone, hung up after thirty seconds, took the vegetables in Zhan Zhao's hand and put them back in place, and said, "The macaroni has been ruined!"

Then, Bai Yutang bought bread and drinks, stuffed Zhan Zhao, who looked unhappy, into the car, and galloped towards the prison.

At the gate of the prison, I met Gongsun Ce who was getting off the bus with a tool box.

The three of them walked into the prison and saw Wu Hao lying straight on the floor in the closed special ward, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his breath was dead. However, there was no painful expression on his face, and he held his hands in front of his chest, looking like a peaceful martyr.

Gongsun stepped forward to check the wound. Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao were outside asking about the prison guards' situation, but they heard Gongsun call them in the cell.
Chapter completed!