The Three Burials weren't stupid enough to ask questions like 'Who are you?' because this was Mook's illusion, it must have been someone Mook knew, and the phone call and the papers on the table had happened before.

After looking at the corpses in the village, the real Mook should have asked the person on the other end of the phone to be responsible for examining the corpse, looking at the familiar tone of the other party, most of them were also familiar people with Mook.

"Thirteen?" The three burials were blocked, and there was really a problem, this was not done by the three old men, even if it was, it meant that there were ten other people involved.

"That's right, thirteen." The tone of the person on the other end of the phone was also a little heavy, and he was also aware of the seriousness of the problem, "Mook, this case you took on looks very unusual, and it is not in vain that I have come all the way from New Delhi to here. ”

The three burials in New Delhi still know, the capital of wet drugs, this Mook's identity is really unusual, not only can he be the chief of the local police station at a young age, but he can also have a relationship to transfer a forensic doctor directly from New Delhi.

But what's the reason for this? Local forensic doctors can't be trusted?

The three burials looked thoughtfully at the autopsy report of the local forensic doctor on the table.

"I can't afford to put off a few corpses here." The tone in the microphone became serious, "Muk, I know that you have always been a person with a great sense of justice, otherwise people would not choose to go to the local police station and choose to be a chief, but listen to me this time, if you find that you can't do anything, don't rush in." ”

"You...... Do you know something? The three burials paused, "Who put pressure on you?" ”

"No, I just want to tell you that most of the things in the world are not all white or black, but gray."

This is the useless nonsense that Sanfu dislikes the most: "Then you shouldn't have told me the results of your inspection in the first place." ”

After saying this, Sanfu was a little surprised, he couldn't say words with such a tone, was it the influence of Muk?

"Tuk Tuk!"

The door to the office rang, and after the three funerals answered, the policeman outside the door walked in, a tall, lanky young policeman, the same age as Mook, but he behaved very reservedly in front of Mook.

"Commander of the Mountain Tower, I've arranged it for you."

I don't know what was arranged, what was arranged, the three burials, but he still cooperated and followed behind the young policeman, everything was arranged by Mook, what did he want to let himself see.

The local police station can only be said to be rudimentary, and the courtyard of the police station is still yellow-brown ground, I don't know if there is no money for hardening or if the money is used for other things.

After following the young policeman for a few minutes, the three burials understood what Mook meant.

The three arrested old men stayed in the iron fence in a daze, and they seemed to remain at a loss forever.

Does Mook want to talk to the three old men alone?

"You go out first, I'll ask them something."

"Yes." The young policeman stomped his foot and walked out.

It has nothing to do with him what the chief wants to do, as long as he obeys his orders.

"Do you speak English?" The Three Burials don't speak Hindi, and it doesn't seem to be the local language in Muk's memory.

"Yes, yes...... My lord, is there anything you can do? The gray-haired old man shrunk his shoulders and didn't dare to look at Mook at all, "We all speak English." ”

Sadly, English is being implemented well in places like Madhya Pradesh, which have a strong colonial background, and it will take many years and effort to achieve such an effect if the Madhya Pradesh government were to implement an official language.

There are only three burials and these three murderers in the small room now, and these three old men are the most vicious murderers? Looking left and right, there is a lack of blatant aura.

"People, you didn't kill them." The three burials were straight to the point, and a pair of transparent eyes stared at people's hearts.

"Yes, yes, we killed ......"

"Why do you want to take responsibility for the murder that is not yours, don't you know that for such a major murder, you will be sentenced to death by the law." It is not clear exactly how the law of wet poison will be ruled on the three burials, but as long as the identity of the local police chief is on his body, even if he is telling a lie, it sounds extremely credible.

"No, no, this is an honor murder, and the judge will not sentence us to death."

"I don't know who told you this, but this kind of law is a thing of the past, and if you really did it, you would definitely be sentenced to death, understand?"

"Now no one can unlawfully deprive someone of their life, no one can do it."

Although they live numbly, they still have a certain fear of death.

Although there were still two people who expressed disbelief, one of the old men pursed his lips and obviously believed the words of the three burials.

"We didn't kill people, how could I kill my own daughter......" said an old man who was huddled in the back of the room, and suddenly cried.

"Aman, don't talk nonsense."

"Just let him say it."

Sanfu didn't expect the prisoner to be so intimidated, but with the attitude of this old man, even if he was not frightened, he would probably reveal the matter by himself: "You say, as long as you tell me the truth, you don't have to die." ”

"They, they were killed by the rudder!" When Aman was spoken, the other two people in the room had horror in their eyes.

But there is not much anger, and the status of damp women is extremely low, especially in rural areas where this damp poison religion is strong.

"Who's the rudder?"

"It's the owner of the largest factory in our area, the textile factory."

The three burials don't know anything about the local situation, if Mu Ke is really the body, he should know something about the rudder, but since it is the largest factory in the local area, it should be a troublesome thing to think of the power of this rudder.

"His factory employs thousands of people, all of whom are local people, and he is a noble brahmin."

Listening to the old man's short description, the three burials made up the story of the capitalist cruelty and rape of the textile workers, but even if they wanted to deal with the textile workers, why would they do such a terrible thing as beheading.

Even ignorant ancient societies could not do such meaningless, even unpleasant, and resource-wasting things.

"Aman, why did you kill them?"

"Because...... Because ......" squirmed his dry black-brown lips, and the old man didn't know how to answer the question.

"Because they want to leave work early, they think nine o'clock in the evening is too late, so they want to get off work early until half past eight." Another old man who didn't cooperate much at first simply let it go

"Who is Sen? Nine to half past eight, is there any difference? ”

"Sen is my daughter, and the street lights in the town go off at nine o'clock in the evening, and they are still on when you get off work at half past eight."

"Every year, female workers are raped and killed at night, but it would be safer if you could walk in the light."