So, Shen Wuya entered the room unimpeded, all the way to the center of the room, and stood still.

There seemed to be an invisible shield around his body, preventing the flames in the room from approaching his body.

Shen Wuya raised his eyes and looked around, because there were too many flammable items in the room, the golden-red flames flowed around unscrupulously, almost engulfing the entire room; The suffocating heat roasted the furniture until it began to melt, and smoke billowed into the air. This forced Shen Wuya to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and cover his mouth and nose.

He lowered his head slightly, and saw a person lying on the floor with his head down, the clothes around him had been burned by the fire, and there was almost nothing left, and the naked/exposed skin was also blackened and blistered, exuding a burnt smell similar to barbecue, but now it was human flesh, and it was really unbearable to see it, and almost nauseated.

This person was licked/licked beyond recognition by the tongue of fire, and the facial features on his face were tangled beyond recognition. But Shen Wuya could still guess that this must be Qiu Zezhi.

A sarcastic smile slowly bloomed on his face, and he stepped forward, crouched down, and picked up the body that had begun to melt without any psychological barriers, and probed the body's snort with the other hand—naturally there was no longer any breath of life.

Shen Wuya lowered his eyes, his white and slender fingers unfolded suddenly, and the five moist nails suddenly lengthened, sharp as a knife blade, emitting a cold light in the firelight. With a blank face, he dug his nails into the center of Qiu Zezhi's eyebrows. Then drag it out little by little. Gradually, a cloud of black gas was dragged out by Shen Wuya.

It struggled desperately to retract, but in vain, and was finally dragged out by Shen Wuya. Not only that, when the black gas was pulled out, there was a series of smaller black qi behind him, and there were about a dozen of them, sticking to the back of the large black gas and refusing to leave.

The larger black qi is Qiu Zezhi's soul, and the smaller ones are naturally the dozen or so children who were indirectly killed by him, their hatred for Qiu Zezhi is deep in the bone marrow, and they do not want to reincarnate after death, but want to attach to Qiu Zezhi's soul and torture him fiercely.

Shen Wuya knows these things, but he is not as righteous and awe-inspiring as Su Musha, and he loves to "help others". He didn't have the patience to override the souls of those children, so he simply kneaded all the large and small black qi together, held it with his hand and squeezed it fiercely, and the black qi burst open, and then all of it was sucked into his body.

I don't know if it's because the fire is too strong, as soon as he completes a company, a hint of crimson faintly appeared on Shen Wuya's white jade-like face, and even his appearance has become a little younger.

He left Qiu Zezhi's corpse contented, and sighed in his heart—it turned out that the worst and filthy souls tasted unexpectedly delicious, and the taste of souls impregnated with intense hatred was not much better, and the two fused together, the taste was really wonderful—and after sighing, Shen Wuya stood up and walked straight to the wall opposite him.

He had already sensed that something was wrong with the wall. Now that I look closer, there is indeed a problem. Shen Wuya could clearly feel that there was a certain technique attached to this wall, and it was very powerful, and it was impossible for ordinary people to have such a skillful technique.

After Shen Wuya glanced at it twice, he turned around and left the room. He had already guessed who was performing the exercises, and he knew that this person was very powerful, so he didn't want to offend.

What's more, as is customary, this person should leave soon after completing his mission. Shen Wuya wasn't afraid of him, but it was always a lot more convenient to have one less powerful opponent, wasn't it?

"Boss, boss! The fire brigade has arrived, they are going to start extinguishing the fire, come down! The voice of the little policeman came faintly from the stairwell. Shen Wuya quickened his pace expressionlessly, and had already gone downstairs before the little policeman came to the second floor.

The little policeman looked him up and down suspiciously, and found that there were no traces of injury on his head, and his face was not abnormal, he was still so handsome, so handsome that everyone else was out of breath (this sentence can be crossed out if he was suspected of slapping a horse), and then he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, and after saluting Shen Wuya, he reported seriously: "Boss, the fire brigade and ambulance are here, and they are ready, let's get out of here now." ”

"Did you find any clues?" Shen Wuya carefully wiped his ten fingers with the handkerchief just now, and then casually threw the handkerchief into the trash.

"Boss, you ......" The little policeman's gaze moved with the movements of his hand, and he stopped talking for a long time before he said: "Boss, we found a safe in a certain room of Qiu Zezhi's house. After my brothers found tools to break it down, we found a lot of evidence inside. These evidences are enough to prove that the crimes about Qiu Zezhi and related personnel that broke the news above are completely true, and we don't need to make any more efforts to find clues. ”

"Very well, you go and tell the others to assemble quickly, let's get out of here now." After that, Shen Wuya walked outside first.

But the little policeman stood still and looked very entangled. When Shen Wuya looked back at him suspiciously, he stammered and reminded: "Head, chief, yours, it's not good to leave your handkerchief here, in case there are those people with ulterior motives who want to make a fuss about this handkerchief......

Help, he subconsciously nervous when he saw the face of the leader, but the education he received in the police academy told him that he must not leave his personal belongings at the scene. Wouldn't it be a mockery to say this yourself? Emperor, O earth, come and kill him here with a thunderbolt!

Shen Wuya couldn't help but laugh at the look of his tangled eyebrows, and he said calmly: "It's okay, you trust me, there won't be any problems............"

When the policemen left the room, the handkerchief that had been thrown into the trash could burned on its own without warning, and soon burned to ashes, and remained silent from beginning to end, without arousing anyone's mind............

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