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

According to the young man's description, the murderer was a middle-aged man who was 1.8 meters tall, and that was all.

Director Guan frowned deeply, after all, while there weren't many middle-aged men who were 1.8 meters tall, they weren't exactly rare either.

He looked at the young man and asked, "Any other distinguishing features?"

The young man thought for a moment, then began writing with a wooden stick between his fingers, which immediately roused Director Guan.

But after he finished reading what the boy had written, his face darkened. He suspected that the boy was lying to him.

A face radiating righteousness

What kind of characteristic is this?

Other victims who were still conscious smiled when they saw this. Indeed, that person radiated righteousness, illuminating their souls that had fallen into the abyss.

At this point, Director Guan realized that he was being fooled and couldn't help but sigh.

He gave the young man a disapproving look. "Is this 1.8-meter-tall middle-aged man real or fake?"

The young man stared at him for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

He didn't want to reveal who the person was, but he also didn't want them to waste police resources, so he honestly admitted it.

Director Guan squatted there, head drooping, looking defeated.

He could understand their reluctance to tell the truth, but having put on this uniform, he was compelled to find out the truth.

Otherwise, the law would become ineffective.

When I looked up, the kind and benevolent face was gone, replaced by a serious expression.

"Assisting in the investigation is your duty. If you insist on not speaking, you are committing the crime of harboring a criminal."

The young man and the other survivors were not frightened and all looked at him calmly.

They showed absolutely no intention of telling the truth.

Director Guan was at his wit's end. These people were already in a terrible state, and they were all disabled. Apart from trying to scare them with words, there was nothing he could do.

He propped himself up on his knees and instructed Wang Hui, "Since they are unwilling to talk, send them to the hospital for examination first thing tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, the young man and the other sane survivors all changed their expressions.

Director Guan left, and Wang Hui also went out. There were people guarding the door.

The young man exchanged glances with several conscious victims.

No words were needed; a single glance was enough to reach a consensus.

It's such a pity that I won't be able to see that little benefactor again.

……

The bright moon hangs high, making the earth as bright as day.

Yun Li left the space and casually glanced at a courtyard, knowing that someone had discovered the massacre of the village.

She didn't pay attention, opened her palm, and a weasel hair appeared in her hand. Then it slowly floated up and went in one direction.

She followed along with small, unhurried steps, and finally arrived at the entrance of a stone cave in the mountains.

A quick scan with his mental energy revealed three weasels inside, which looked like a family of three.

When the mental energy swept in, one of the weasels keenly sensed something and assumed an attack stance, looking towards the cave entrance.

Seeing that there were no other exits, Yun Li withdrew his spiritual power, grabbed a handful of pine needles from the ground and placed them in some places inside the cave entrance, and then piled up some firewood as thick as an arm.

Then he took out a bucket of water from his spatial storage and poured it around the entrance of the cave.

Finally, he took out some tung oil, poured some onto the firewood, lit it, and then covered the hole with a baffle.

If Yama hadn't restricted her abilities, there would have been no need for all this trouble; a simple mental attack would have easily killed the three weasels.

My mental strength is only one-tenth of what it used to be, so I can't do anything except use it for investigation.

The burrow entrance was deep, so the weasel couldn't see its location and was unaware that someone had lit a fire there.

They didn't realize it until smoke drifted in, but at that point, trying to get out would be tantamount to suicide.

Three weasels squeaked and darted around in the hole.

Yun Li sat under a tree opposite the cave entrance, leaning against it, her eyes fixed on the cave entrance.

She wouldn't give those three weasels any chance of escape.

Ten minutes passed, and figuring the firewood should be almost burned out, she went to add a few more pieces.

After adding firewood twice, the two weasels died, leaving only the one that was initially wary still struggling desperately.

Those who possess intelligence are truly different.

After adding firewood twice more, the last one also died.

Yun Li opened his palm, his cold gaze fixed on the weasel hair in his hand.

"Slay all your disciples and their descendants, then it will be your turn."

She clenched her open palm, stood up, and opened it again, revealing a drop of blood in her palm.

His lips moved slightly.

The drop of blood drifted in one direction, and Yun Li slowly followed.

……

A military family compound

A sudden, piercing scream rang out from nowhere, startling many people in the residential compound from their sleep.

A couple and their two children were also awakened by the fright.

In the master bedroom, the male homeowner woke up first, immediately jumped out of bed, opened the door, and rushed out.

This reaction speed is among the best in human history.

The woman was much slower. When she turned on the light, her face was pale and she was covered in sweat.

With trembling legs, she went to the child's room to comfort the frightened child.

The male homeowner carefully inspected the house and then went to the child's room.

"Jiaoyue, that sound must be coming from the back mountain, probably made by some kind of animal."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, putting one arm around his wife and the other around his two children, patting them gently in silent comfort.

Jiaoyue, whose surname is Yun, is from the Yun family in H city. Both of her parents were martyrs.

However, she is now the only one left in the Yun family.

At this moment, Yun Jiaoyue was extremely panicked. If she wasn't mistaken, that miserable scream just now should have come from Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang is her most trusted and reliable partner, as well as her most capable partner.

How could such a powerful partner make such a pitiful sound?

Looks like I'll have to go into the mountains tomorrow to check on Little Yellow.

"Are you still afraid?"

The man asked the two children, who were clearly still scared, but they still said in unison:

"Dad, we're not afraid anymore."

The husband praised the two children a few times, then put his arm around his wife and walked out of the children's room.

Back in the room, he saw that his wife still looked unwell, so he patiently hugged her and comforted her.

"The bright moon is just an animal sound, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Yun Jiaoyue was deeply moved. This man was truly wonderful. Not only did he lack the chauvinism of other men, but he was also incredibly thoughtful and meticulous.

"Baoguo, it is my greatest blessing to marry you in this life."

Bao Guo, whose surname was Chen, listened to his wife's words with tender eyes and said, "Being able to marry you is the greatest happiness of my life."

Yun Jiaoyue looked up at him and couldn't help but kiss those sweet-talking lips.

Chen Baoguo accepted the invitation and, instead of being passive, took the initiative. The couple lay down on the bed and engaged in the most instinctive and primal human activity.