Wen Rensheng chatted with Inspector Liu for a few words, then put down his mobile phone and recalled the fight just now.
Soon he felt a trace of regret.
If he could capture one or two of the souls who died on the battlefield, it would certainly be of great benefit to his current plan for heaven.
After all, it is fresh and must have greater value than those soul fragments that have long lost their complete memories.
It's a pity that he only fights with a puppet, and his alienated hair is not there, so it is impossible to attract souls to cast him.
Thinking of this, he immersed himself in his alienated hair and examined it.
I saw that among the different hairs, different villages have been established, and they have even transformed into towns and counties.
Previously, they treated Wu Shanshan's mother's Green Dot as a distinguished guest for the purpose of expanding the population and attracting talents.
After all, there is an upper limit to the capacity of one hair. They must still contact each other and find a central hair as a base to achieve expansion.
Wen Rensheng thought this, and then took the initiative to connect the roots of the five hairs. This can be regarded as a gift from the Creator.
This behavior reminded him of the Creator Game he played in his previous life, where he changed the terrain, changed the temperature, and then allowed creatures to reproduce.
It was interesting at first, but then it became boring, probably because there was nowhere to show off, nowhere to show off, and nowhere to highlight one's achievements.
But in reality, there is no such boredom.
Because these creations can really bring him strength.
Would you find a company or a house that allows you to make money while lying down to be boring? No, it’s not too late for normal people to take advantage of it.
Wen Rensheng connected different hairs on one side, and he created different terrains in a playful way - some in groups of five, some in groups of three, and some even in groups of 30.
This is just like civilization in reality. Every place starts differently. Some people say that the development of civilization is ultimately determined by the geographical environment, because materials determine consciousness. The initial culture and a lot of other things all come from the influence of the geographical environment.
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Latitude, temperature, terrain, coastline, and various conditions ultimately determine the development direction of civilization.
He also wanted to see if the development of human civilization in a mysterious world would still follow this theory.
Others can only rely on supercomputer simulation, but he can truly reproduce this process.
This theory has always been circulated as a hypothesis, but has never been truly recognized by everyone.
While he was messing with his hair, his cell phone rang again.
"It's me, Wen Rensheng."
"Teacher, we have encountered a case here. I hope you can help." Zhao Han's voice sounded.
"Uh, is there anything special?" Wen Rensheng's heart moved. Could it be that he just comes to whatever he wants?
"The special thing is that we blocked two suspects in a room. They were holding knives. There was a recently deceased body in the room. The two of them accused each other and said that the other was the murderer. And mine
The power of prophecy cannot be distinguished." Zhao Han said distressedly.
"Okay, where are you?" Wen Rensheng asked.
"We are in Building 18, Guanghua Community, Nancheng District, this city..." Zhao Han reported an address.
"Didn't you go to school a long time ago? Is it the holiday now?" Wen Rensheng looked at the time and it seemed that the winter vacation was coming soon.
The winter vacation in this world is extremely long, not much shorter than summer vacation.
"Uh, yes, it's almost December. Our Aomori University has put off winter vacation in advance. Of course, it's not right to say it's a vacation. We've been given a lot of practical homework, which we have to work hard to complete every day. I have a lot
I applied for several departments, so I didn’t go home in time." Zhao Han explained.
"Good, young people should study more."
Wen Rensheng responded casually and then stood up.
Just let yourself see what a fresh soul is like...
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Building No. 18 in Guanghua Community is a house close to an avenue, separated only by a fence and a green belt.
At this time, countless melon-eating spectators had gathered downstairs. Some people were actually eating melons. Even in the winter, they were not afraid of the cold.
Wen Rensheng really admired these guys, and everyone watched the arrest scene with great enthusiasm.
That's because China has a total ban on guns. Otherwise, who would dare to watch the fun if it were left to McCann? You are not afraid of stray bullets.
When Wen Rensheng stepped forward, a security guard immediately came to receive him.
"Manager Wen Ren, please come in." The 40-year-old security guard diligently opened the blockade and let Wen Rensheng in.
"What's the specific situation?" Wen Rensheng walked into the unit building and asked casually.
The security guard explained everything in detail.
It turns out that the security director of this nearby area has something to do with Wang Wenwen and has helped her in the past.
So when something happened this time, the director asked Wang Wenwen to take action, pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, and then implicated Zhao Han in it.
The case this time is very clear and strange - two men and one woman got drunk in a unit. When they woke up, the woman was dead. The two men accused each other of being the murderer, and they were very emotional.<
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It was two men who called the police. However, when the security guards arrived, they had already picked up the kitchen knives and started to attack.
The environment at the scene was a bit mysterious. Observed from a distance, there were mysterious rituals in the living room. For the sake of safety, the director did not order anyone to stop and arrest the two people, but instead went to invite foreign aid first.
Wen Rensheng nodded repeatedly after hearing this. He is an experienced official. If he acts rashly, it may cause disaster to spread. Blockade is the safest method.
The floor was on the 9th floor. After Wen Rensheng walked up quickly, he saw Zhao Han and Wang Wenwen surrounding the door.
Of course, some security guards are indispensable, and there is also an inspector.
Before Wen Rensheng could ask about the situation, he heard roaring coming from Room 901 with the door wide open.
"You must have killed Fang Yi! You bastard, you are jealous because she is so good to me. Wang Luobin, you are a big bastard!" A young man pointed at a middle-aged man in his thirties with a kitchen knife.
A young man, swearing loudly.
"Nonsense, Hong Renqiang, stop talking nonsense! You are a pauper. Fang Yi has already chosen me. She is just playing with you. She has already agreed to marry me when my new house is decorated! Last night
I called you here just to explain this matter clearly to you." The middle-aged man Wang Luo Bin also held a watermelon knife and pointed it at the other party without giving in.
At this moment, Wen Rensheng looked up and found that there was indeed a variety of ceremonies on the floor of the living room, and in the center of the ceremony, a woman was lying.
The woman was obviously dead, because there was a fruit knife stuck in her chest, and her blood flowed all over the floor and solidified.
