I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

The old bishop made a recollection: "Prado, he used to be our best pastor, but unfortunately he was summoned by the Lord early. Brother Philip and him have been colleagues for many years, and he was studying in a monastery before. You can ask him."

After speaking, the bishop didn't let anyone help him, and walked back to the church tremblingly.

After the bishop left, Brother Philip received the two agents very politely.

"About the scene seven years ago, I still remember it very clearly. I will fully cooperate with you and hope that the murderer will be arrested and brought to justice as soon as possible."

Jiang Yeming, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke: "How much do you know about Prado? Does he have any friends who are in frequent contact?"

"Prado is a good man, and he is very good at preaching. He is the best pastor in our church. He has a good relationship with every believer, and believers like to find him when they confess."

Jiang Yeming nodded: "Can you show us the original crime scene?"

"of course can."

Brother Philip led the two of them through the cathedral and came to the garden behind. He pointed to the angel statue in the middle of the garden and said:
"At the position of the statue, in order to commemorate him, we specially invited craftsmen to sculpt a statue of the god."

Jiang Yeming walked over and walked around the statue, simulating the original scene in his mind.

The victim was kneeling in the rain, facing the back door of the church, and made a gesture of repentance.

When he was confessing, his vest was cruelly pierced with a wooden cross.

The victim did not struggle during this process, which is very illogical.

The only thing that can keep the human body immobile under the severe pain of piercing and muscle spasm is the state of death.

What is the real cause of death?

Unfortunately, five years have passed, and with the technology and the concept of solving crimes of this era, no clues have been left.

Since the dead body could no longer be dissected, Jiang Yeming suddenly didn't know how to proceed.

He could easily solve this problem if he could use a little supernatural means, such as ecstasy.

But the program group stipulates that all contestants cannot use any supernatural means, and can only use their brains to solve problems.

The brain is a wonderful thing!Looking at the angel statue, Jiang Yeming suddenly felt a little strange.

The angel knelt down on one knee and raised his hands, as if welcoming something.

He couldn't help asking: "Brother Philip, what is the meaning of carving the statue like this?"

Brother Philip froze for a moment, then explained with a smile: "This is the Angel of Dawn. He is welcoming hope. We hope that Pastor Prado can live a better life in heaven."

Jiang Yeming secretly laughed in his heart. In the ordinary world, human beings not only have a short lifespan, but even their souls dissipate quickly after death, let alone a heaven.The only thing that can reunite the scattered soul fragments is supernatural spiritualism.

Suddenly, Jiang Yeming stopped.

No, the power of faith is entangled with the statue of the Angel of Dawn. This is something that has been prayed for a long time and only appears when it is regarded as an object of worship.

Who would long pray to an ordinary god?
Jiang Yeming subconsciously looked at Brother Philip, no, he had seen Philip's power of faith just now, which was completely different from the one on the statue.

However, this also made Jiang Yeming come up with a very different method of solving the case.

It’s okay to not use supernatural powers, but didn’t you say you can’t see supernatural powers?

As long as you find out who prayed to the idol for a long time, you may get useful clues.

He looked around and said, "Brother Philip, can we walk around?"

"No problem, I will accompany you, just ask if you have any questions."

Therefore, the three of them walked slowly in the church. This time Jiang Yeming took the lead. He sometimes went left, sometimes right, or turned around. He didn't know where he was going.

Detective Fam explained to Brother Philip embarrassingly: "He is the most talented detective I have ever seen, and he should be looking for inspiration to solve the case."

"Can this be the inspiration for solving the case?" Brother Philip replied blankly.

At this time, Jiang Yeming stopped at a bungalow behind the church, pointed to the house and asked, "Who lives here?"

"Colin the cemetery keeper, he is in charge of the church cemetery."

As Brother Philip said, he pointed to the cemetery in the distance. It was a Jacobite religious cemetery, and only believers and priests could be buried in it.

Jiang Yeming took a step forward, pushed the door open, and suddenly saw an ugly old man with a hunchback and buck teeth preparing to come out.

Brother Philip hurried forward and explained: "Old Colin is an abandoned baby. He has stayed in the church since he was born. He has been here longer than the bishop. He usually only works in the cemetery."

Fam walked up to Jiang Yeming, touched the gunpowder gun at his waist with his right hand, and asked in a low voice, "Do you suspect that he is the murderer?"

Jiang Yeming shook his head and asked kindly, "Colin, can you tell me about Pastor Prado?"

"Prado?" The hunchbacked old man showed his big yellow teeth, making his image even uglier. This made Detective Fam vigilant, and he almost pulled out his gun.

Jiang Yeming pressed Inspector Fam's hand holding the gun, pressed it back, and continued to speak softly:

"You are the person who has stayed in this church the longest. You must know Pastor Prado. Can you tell me?"

After asking for the second time, the old man Colin finally answered: "Prado, he has been dead for five years. He is a good man who is good at instilling virtues in believers with words, and he often comes to my place."

Jiang Yeming interrupted: "So, you have always missed Pastor Prado and often went to pray at the statue of the Angel of Dawn, right?"

The old man Colin looked astonished, and replied in disbelief: "How could you know, I always go there during the night watch, and no one can see it."

"I'm a detective, so I naturally have a way to find out." Jiang Yeming, who pretended to be mysterious, approached the old man Colin, and lowered his voice: "He entrusted me with a dream in heaven and told me. He also said, you know who the murderer is."

These words frightened the old man Colin, he staggered back a few steps, and stood still while leaning on the wall.

Obviously, the old man Colin who lived in the church and guarded the cemetery for a long time believed Jiang Yeming's words.

He trembled and said, "Yes, only Prado knows my prayer, but I don't know who the murderer is."

Jiang Yeming walked over and continued to whisper: "Think about it carefully, what Prado said is not wrong, you must have missed something?"

The hunchbacked old man looked blank, and kept reminiscing, whispering in his mouth that only he could understand.

After a while, Colin raised his head and shouted, "I see, it must be him."

Jiang Yeming and Fam were shocked and stared at Colin.

"It's that person. He comes to the church to confess once a week, but one week before Prado's death, Prado, who had never drank alcohol, got very drunk and ran to me to confide."

"Tell me what?" Fam asked eagerly.