Chapter 10: Twenty Years After Being Kidnapped

The peaceful days in the village did not last for a few days. It was heard that the village chief got drunk and fell into a trap in the back mountain. He hit the sharp stones in the trap and his brains were spilled out. When he was found, he was already dead.

There were too many accidents in the village, which naturally alarmed the police in the town. Originally, several people died in accidents in the village, and they all needed to report to the town’s public security bureau, but the villagers here subconsciously did not want to alarm the public security bureau.

That day, three uniformed police officers came to the village, saying they were there to investigate a previous accidental death.

The villagers naturally had a fear of law enforcement officers and were very cooperative, telling them everything they knew. There was nothing to cover up about this matter.

Feng Wu had been interrogated by a small police officer for the entire morning. He felt a little impatient and said in a cold tone, "Do you know how to investigate the case? You've asked the same question seven or eight times. I've said everything I can. Why don't you ask someone else?"

The young policeman was quite calm, writing and drawing on a notebook with a pen, and the lenses on his nose flashed a bright light.

"Ms. Xie, please answer my question directly."

Feng Wu sneered, "You keep calling me Ms. Xie, but you don't ask me where I'm from. So let me ask you, do you know how I got here?"

The young public security officer's determined expression froze, he clenched the pen in his hand, and stared at Feng Wu with a gloomy look.

"Since you are colluding with the corrupt, why are you pretending to be a public servant? I am not your prisoner. Your inquiries have offended me. I refuse to answer any of your questions now."

After glancing at the police number on the policeman's chest, he stood up leisurely, ignoring his angry face. He pulled Zhaodi, who was standing helplessly beside him, and said in a rare softer tone, "Let's go back. It's just a formality. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Feng Wu was speaking in a way that was particularly offensive, "As long as we don't do anything wrong, we don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on our door in the middle of the night."

The witness who knew all the truth said: "..."

The policeman who was exposed on the spot was so angry that he slammed his pen and was about to take people away.

"What? You don't want this job anymore. Why are you arguing with a village girl who knows nothing?"

The young police officer was furious, but he didn't lose his mind. He explained in a low voice, "My intuition tells me that this woman is a suspect. The victims all had direct or indirect grudges against her. She had a strong motive for murder."

The older police officer angrily slapped the younger police officer, "Intuition again! If the police rely on intuition to handle cases, that's terrible! If you can't produce solid evidence, your intuition will be useless. Just be quiet. The situation in this village is special. You know where these women come from. You don't want to get involved in this village's affairs."

"But..." The young policeman was a little unconvinced.

"Don't worry, it's been a tiring day. If I finish early, I can still catch the lunch at the bureau."

The older policeman no longer paid any attention to him. He had said everything he needed to say. If he continued to be ignorant of the current situation, he would just try to keep his distance from him in future work.

He quickly organized his notes, took the policeman's hand, called another colleague, and left Tianbeigou.

After returning home, Zhaodi ran to the room where her grandmother used to live for some reason. This morning, her mother threw Yu Chunlai, who had settled in the woodshed, back to the bed without saying a word, and then stayed in the woodshed alone, doing something mysterious.

Pushing open the door, Yu Chunlai had already woken up. Seeing Zhaodi outside, he threatened with a ferocious look on his face, "Send, me, to the hospital!"

Zhaodi refused expressionlessly, "It's just a broken leg. My mother was beaten much worse by you before, but she's still alive and kicking. Don't worry, I have some blood relationship with you after all. If you really die, I will bury you next to my grandmother. Maybe you can continue to be mother and son in the next life."

"You, you unfilial daughter, what did you say? I am your father, you can't treat me like this, your mother wants me dead, she is a cruel and evil woman." Yu Chunlai tried to sit up tremblingly, but finally her face turned red from the effort, and she fell back onto the bed exhausted.

"My mother is not a bad woman. There is no better woman than my mother in the world. It is you who harmed her. If she had not been sold here, she would have lived a better life and would not have married a husband who likes domestic violence. You look down on women in your bones and treat them as commodities to be bought and sold at will." Zhaodi was originally indignant because of Yu Chunlai's slander against her mother. After calming down, she felt that it was a waste of time to reason with such a person.

Ignoring the people who were still shouting, Zhaodi walked briskly to the kitchen.

It’s getting dark and dinner isn’t ready yet!

Feng Wu, who was lying in the room sleeping, had no sense of cooking for anyone. In her family, it was always the men who cooked.

"Host, when do you plan to leave here?" The system asked purely out of curiosity.

"We'll leave naturally once the problem is solved. There's no rush. There are still a few culprits who haven't appeared yet. Let's take our time." Feng Wu explained with interest.

"Host, you'd better finish the things here as soon as possible and return to Beijing. There is a family in Beijing waiting for you to deal with! Miss Zhaodi must continue to go to school, so you have to arrange these things early." The system analysis was quite good.

Feng Wu has closed his five senses and fallen into a deep sleep.

If I were to say what Feng Wu finds most satisfying about completing a mission, it would be being able to sleep in as much as he wants.

When you are in the Ten Thousand Worlds, there are murderous intentions everywhere. Who can really sleep well? Everyone spreads out their spiritual awareness when sleeping, ready to respond to danger at any time.

However, she hadn't been back to the Divine Realm in quite some time. Her family must be doing well, right? This time, after leaving the Myriad Realms, she was immediately assigned to a mission. She wondered if they liked the gifts she had someone send them.