It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Knowing what Jiazi Village had done, Director Guan postponed the arrest of the murderer who wiped out the village.

The primary task is to thoroughly investigate the entire Jiazi Village to see if any other evidence of crime has been left behind.

Every single household was thoroughly searched, even down to the smallest detail.

However, whether the villagers were too cautious or they really hadn't committed any other crimes, they found nothing except some gold and silver.

Director Guan and Wang Hui both felt that if this village was capable of such heinous acts, it couldn't possibly only be involved in imprisonment and human trafficking.

They must have done other things, but they didn't leave any evidence.

After reviewing all the items found and the investigation report, Director Guan rubbed his temples, looking quite exhausted.

After all, they hadn't slept for a day and a night, and hadn't had a hot meal.

"Have you still not been able to contact any of the villagers who are outside the village?" he asked Wang Hui, who was still stubbornly reviewing the report.

Wang Hui looked up at the darkening sky outside and replied, "I only managed to contact two people. One works at a food factory in the city and probably won't be able to make it back today."

"There's another one who lives even further away, working at a steel plant in a neighboring city. He won't be able to get back until tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Director Guan sneered, "This village is really something."

It's incredibly difficult for ordinary villagers to find a job in the city, but not only do people from their village work in the city.

Some even work in provincial government agencies.

The person who worked in the provincial government was not discovered by them, but was written by a victim using a wooden stick.

Without their testimony, if they were to investigate, they would certainly not be able to find out the connection between that person and the village.

"Chief, what should be done with the victims?"

Wang Hui frowned, his face full of worry. "Some of them have lost their minds. They don't know who they are, and we can't find out either."

Some people, even if they are still sane, are unwilling to reveal their family background, not wanting to tarnish their home, and only thinking that death would end it all.

We can't find their families, and we can't just watch them die. What should we do?

Director Guan looked worried when the matter was brought up, as he didn't have a good solution for the time being.

I thought of sending them to the hospital for treatment first, but as soon as I mentioned it, the few of them who were still conscious resisted fiercely.

He understood their psychology; they simply didn't want others to see them as they were now.

"Oh right..." Wang Hui suddenly remembered something and perked up.

Director Guan looked at him. "What's wrong?"

Wang Hui slapped his forehead and said excitedly, "Chief, those survivors definitely saw the murderer who wiped out the village."

The bureau chief suddenly realized that at first, they only asked them about being trafficked and forgot about the massacre of the village, so they didn't ask them if they had seen the murderer.

However, in just a moment, his feverish head suddenly cooled down.

"Wang Hui, what proof do you have that they definitely saw the murderer?"

Wang Hui then recounted the details he had witnessed.

"Chief, when I found the first survivor, she was in an empty pigsty, with a bowl of rice porridge next to her."

Judging from the ring of rice water stains around the rim of the bowl, it can be inferred that there was originally a whole bowl of rice porridge.

"When I saw it, there was only half a basin, and the porridge had already gone bad. In the middle of summer, things usually go bad after a day and get moldy after three days, so it's not surprising that it went bad."

Strangely, the porridge didn't get moldy, meaning it had been sitting there for no more than three days.

However, the deceased in that household had been dead for more than three days, so it was absolutely impossible for that household to have delivered the porridge to her.

Besides, how could a family that abuses her like that possibly feed her fine food?

So who exactly brought her the rice porridge?

As he listened, the bureau chief's eyes began to light up.

who is it?

He couldn't think of anyone else who would be so kind as to send rice porridge besides the murderer.

"When the others were found, were they also found with food nearby?"

Wang Hui stood up and shouted outside, "Have Da Pao and the others who have found the survivors come over here."

Soon, seven people entered. These seven were the first to follow Wang Hui into the village on the first day to investigate, and they were also the other ten survivors they discovered.

"Tell me, when you found the survivors, was there any food nearby?"

Without even thinking, the seven of them started talking at once.

"Chief, Captain, the survivors I found all had food next to them, all of it was rice porridge in bowls."

"I found rice porridge next to the survivors I found."

"It's the same here."

"..."

"Answering without even thinking? Are you sure you didn't misread it?" Wang Hui's eyes swept over the group.

The man called "Big Cannon" wiped his mouth and said, "Captain, there's no way I could be mistaken. When I saw the spoiled porridge, I was heartbroken. After all, I only get to eat this kind of pure refined grain a few times a year."

The others nodded in agreement.

Hearing his teammates say this, Wang Hui felt uneasy; it seemed everyone was having a tough time.

Their county, Menzhong, is an extremely impoverished county. Even though they all have a job, they are severely lacking in supplies, and even if they have money, they cannot buy much fine grain.

Most of the refined grains we buy are for the elderly and children in our family.

Of course, this applies to families that respect the elderly and care for the young. If you encounter a family that is inconsiderate, it would be good if the elderly didn't starve to death, let alone eat fine grains.

"Let's go and question those victims who are still conscious."

Director Guan stood up, propped himself up on the table, and walked out.

Since several survivors were unwilling to go to the hospital, Director Guan could only clear out two rooms in the village to temporarily house them, and had a forensic doctor bandage their wounds.

"I know you all saw who the killer is, and I hope you can tell us."

Everyone's legs were broken, so they couldn't sit on higher places and could only sit on the ground covered with mats. Director Guan didn't want to intimidate people by displaying his official power.

He sat on the ground just like them, looking at everyone at eye level.

Upon hearing this, the conscious victims all lowered their heads and looked away.

They did see the killer, but they won't say anything, not even if it kills them.

She killed those beasts with her thin arms; she was their great benefactor.

They can't be ungrateful!

Director Guan could tell from their attitude that they didn't want to talk; if he were in their shoes, he probably wouldn't have either.

After all, that person had avenged them.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but he killed so many people. It's a crime, an extremely heinous crime. If we let him go free, there's a good chance that others will be harmed."

The young man who was acquainted with Director Guan looked up and nodded at him.

Director Guan understood his meaning and immediately arranged for someone to bring the sand table over.

The other survivors stared at the young man with resentment, while the girl closest to him frantically thrashed about, banging her head against him.

Don't say it! Don't say it!

The young man nudged the girl with his shoulder, and she looked up and met his eyes.

In an instant, she understood the meaning in his eyes.

The girl quieted down.

Director Guan didn't see their eye contact; he only assumed that the young man's fierce demeanor had intimidated the girl.

But Wang Hui saw it, and he understood the meaning in the young man's eyes: he probably wouldn't really reveal the benefactor who killed the whole village.

He sighed inwardly, not intending to say it aloud.

To be honest, he was a little reluctant for the village massacre perpetrator to be caught. In his view, he killed the entire village but didn't kill the poor people who were captured and even gave them food.

They certainly aren't vicious people.

On the contrary, the killer is very likely a righteous person who hates evil.

It would be best if they didn't get caught; it would be better if there were more people like that in the world.