Mystery Makes Me Strong

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

Soon he felt a trace of regret.

If one or two of the souls who died on the battlefield could be captured, it would 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 memories.

It's a pity that he only used puppets to fight, and his alienated hair is not there, so it is impossible to attract souls to cast it.

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

I saw that among different hairs, different villages have been established, and even transformed into townships and county towns.

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

It's just the size of one hair. After all, there is an upper limit. They must still need to contact each other and find a central hair as a base to achieve expansion.

Wen Rensheng thought about it this way, and then took the initiative to connect the roots of the five hairs with alienation. This could be considered a gift from the Creator.

This 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 the beginning, but then it became boring, probably because there was nowhere to show, nowhere to pretend, and nowhere to highlight your achievements.

In reality, there is no such boring.

Because these creations can really bring him power.

A company or house that can make money while you lie down, do you find it boring? No, it's too late for a normal baby.

Wen Rensheng connected different hairs on one side, and he created different terrains very wickedly - some were in groups of five, some were in groups of three, and some were 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 ultimately determined by the geographical environment, because material determines consciousness, and the initial culture and other things all come from the influence of the geographical environment. .

Latitude, temperature, topography, coastline, and various 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 realistically reproduce the process.

This theory has always been circulated only as a hypothesis, and has not been truly recognized by the public.

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

"It's me, Wen Rensheng."

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

"Uh, is there anything special?" Wen Rensheng's heart moved, could it be that he just came for whatever he wanted?

"The special thing is that we blocked two suspects in a room. They both held knives. There was a corpse that had just died in the room. The two of them accused each other and said that the other was the murderer. And mine The power of prophecy, I can't tell the difference." Zhao Han said in distress.

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

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

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

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

"Uh, yes, it's December, and we at Aomori University have an early winter vacation. Of course, it's not right to say that it's a vacation. We have a lot of practical homework assigned to us, and we have to work hard every day to complete it. I have many more. I applied for several departments, so I didn't go home in time." Zhao Han explained.

"Okay, young people should study more."

Wen Rensheng casually perfunctory, then got up.

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

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Building 18 of Guanghua Community, this is a house near an avenue, only separated by a fence and green belt.

At this time, countless melon-eating spectators were already crowded downstairs. Some people were really eating melons, and those in the winter were not afraid of the cold.

Wen Rensheng really admired these guys, and they were very excited at the arrest scene.

That is because there is a complete ban on guns here in China. Otherwise, if you throw it to McCann, who would dare to watch the fun? Don't be afraid of stray bullets.

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

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

"What's the specific situation?" Wen Rensheng walked into the unit building and asked casually.

The security guard explained everything in detail.

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

So this time something happened, the director asked Wang Wenwen to take action, pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, and then implicated Zhao Han.

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

It was the two men who called the police, but after the police arrived, they had already picked up kitchen knives and started to do it.

The environment at the scene is a bit miraculous. Through observation from a distance, there is a mysterious ceremony in the living room. For the sake of safety~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the director did not order people to stop and arrest the two, but went to invite foreign aid first. .

Wen Rensheng nodded again and again. He is an experienced official. If he acts rashly, it is very likely that the scourge will spread. 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 surrounding the door.

Of course, some security guards are indispensable, and there is also an inspector.

Before he could ask about the situation, Wen Rensheng heard roars coming from Room 901 with the door wide open.

"Fang Yi must have been killed by you! You bastard, you are jealous when you see that she is good to me, Wang Luobin, you are a big bastard!" A young man held a kitchen knife and pointed at a middle-aged man in his thirties. Young man, yelling.

"Bullshit, Hong Renqiang, you don't have to spit! You are a poor man, Fang Yi has already chosen me, and I was just playing with you. She said that when my new house is finished, she will marry me! Last night! I called you here just to make it clear to you." The middle-aged man Wang Luobin also held a watermelon knife and pointed at him without giving in.

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

The woman was obviously dead, because she had a fruit knife stuck in her chest, and she bleeds all over the place and solidified.

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