Hearing the narration of the old people, the three burials spread out a whole story in front of me like a jigsaw puzzle, but even though the picture scroll was clear, the three burials still felt an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Is it such a simple and even big excuse to kill people and demonstrate? When has human life been such a cheap thing.

"Tu Duo sent them to kill them, just to demonstrate to other workers not to think that they can reduce their working hours, even half an hour." The old man who spoke was also working in a factory, and although their lives had not yet entered modernization, a part of their bodies was involuntarily involved in globalization, "My poor Sen." ”

......Although the island country has a strong atmosphere of overtime, the scene of getting off work in the middle of the night is not a rare thing in big cities, but at least if an employee reacts upward to get off work early, he will definitely not be brutally killed.

At most, he was expelled, and then he was on the ban list of the same industry, which can be regarded as social death in modern society.

And this absurd and unbelievable scene happened in the illusion, which is what Mook has experienced.

"As long as we admit that it was an honor murder, the person we killed, we will get a large sum of money, and if we promise it, the judge will give us a lenient sentence."

Then he listened to the accounts of several old men in detail, and said heavily: "You will get innocent, and the four of them will not die in vain." ”

"And the rudder, I'll let him get the punishment he deserves."

The old man folded his hands and kowtowed in the iron fence to watch the three burials leave.

The young policeman outside the door was replaced by the fat policeman at some point, and in terms of rank, this fat policeman is probably the second-in-command second only to Mook in the police department, and the real real power.

Seeing 'Mook' walk out of the room where the suspect was being held, the expression on Mook's face changed rapidly, as if he was about to get angry, but finally held back and did not have a seizure.

As long as it's not a bad head, a little thought about it will make you understand what Muck is going to do in the room, why he has such a boss with an excessive sense of justice.

After a change in his face, the fat policeman sighed sadly: "My sir, why did you break the casserole and ask the end." ”

"You already knew? When did you know. ”

"It doesn't matter, sir, it doesn't matter when I know about it, the important thing is that the case is clear, we don't have to go on, it's, it's, it's, it's just, it's just a honor murder."

The fat policeman seemed to have eaten Coptis chinensis, and he was miserable: "Four girls were murdered by their biological father because of moral turpitude, as long as the case is submitted, the case can be closed immediately." We, and the court, are ready to close the case, can you bear to ruin the feast that everyone has been preparing for so long? ”

"This is the truth of the case, and this is the method used to solve the case?"

"Yes, sir. Nobody cares about the truth of the case, no one wants any justice, everyone wants to return to normal life, that's all, it's as simple as that. The fat policeman sighed helplessly.

The three burials have seen this helpless sigh, and there are often people who do these actions in the island country - please don't trouble everyone/Okay, I know, so that's it/Oh? This happened? It doesn't matter, as long as I pretend I can't see it, it doesn't happen.

From the workplace to every part of interpersonal communication, the compromise of not wanting to get into trouble and refusing to get into trouble is mixed into all aspects of the life of island people.

"There are victims, there are murderers who come forward and confess, there are eyewitnesses and exhibits. We have everything we need to close a case, and we have done it perfectly, and that's what our country needs is this kind of efficient police system. ”

The fat cop folded his hands, like a medieval priest praying more than a cop using his brains to solve crimes.

"And the one who died died in vain?" The Three Burials, or the Three Burials influenced by Mook, felt as if they were trapped in a spider's web, and each struggle made them sink even more.

Cobwebs come from all directions.

"They didn't die in vain, you see their colleagues have been warned, and Lord Tudor has achieved his goal, even these three untouchables will be compensated a large sum of money after they are released, enough for them to live happily in their old age, and the result is fair to everyone." He lowered his eyebrows and pleaded, "So it's okay for the sir, a big man from New Delhi like you doesn't understand the pain of our little people." ”

"It won't take long for you to be transferred, and people like us who were born and raised here are going to live here for a long time, and Turudor will not embarrass you, but it doesn't mean that there is nothing we can do about it."

"If a police officer like me were involved, the retaliation would follow, and a deputy police chief would not be able to see him at all."

Speaking of Turuoji, even he, the second-in-command of the local police, was also afraid: "The Turuo family has been operating in our local area for decades, no, it has been for hundreds of years, his family has been a Brahmin clan since before, the lord here, you will rise high and fly high, what are we going to do, just end it like this, end it like this." ”

Saying such a thing to the distinguished Chief Mook drained all the courage of the fat policeman, and his facial features were wrinkled.

"And without our help, even if you want to do justice, what can you do, the reality is not a heroic epic, and one person can't play any role at all."

"That's the end of it."

The words spoken by the fat policeman are undoubtedly prickly, but they are also the words that I want to say the most in my heart.

"......" Sanfu suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the body in this illusion suddenly moved uncontrollably, which was Muke's true consciousness.

The real Mook took a big step forward: "No one else can't, but I can, if I don't try to change the darkness, those things will be there forever, today they will kill for half an hour, tomorrow they will kill for a penny." ”

Looking at Mook, who was about to walk away, the fat policeman also became as bold as if he had let go: "Yes, I know that you are a noble brahmin, a noble lord from New Delhi, even if you initiate a relationship to uphold justice, let the grievances of the deceased be cleansed, the bad people are judged, everything looks harmonious and beautiful, but this does not rely on your natural noble status?" Is this any different from what happened in the village of Heti, sir, this is the most unchangeable! ”

"You are a naturally noble adult, how can you not even understand such a simple thing."

Mook paused in his footsteps, and the farther and farther, the vision of the three burials darkened again.