However, what the chubby policeman said also attracted the attention of Sanzang. This is the fantasy world of Shanta Crossbow, so these things may be what he has experienced before.

The way to escape from the illusion is mostly hidden in the personal experience of Shanta Crossbow.

Muke Shanta Crossbow.

Sanzang saw the name written on the nameplate of the clothes, which should be the full name of the man who called out the evil god.

If a person who is proficient in the casteology or mythology of the wet poison, most of the weight of the surname Shantaju, is the Brahmin caste, and is the Brahmin among Brahmins.

Such a caste is not an ordinary family since birth, and no matter how far apart they are, they are relatively inadequate.

Not to mention that Muke was obviously receiving higher education, and the entry-level policeman's clothes nodding and bowing showed his extraordinary identity.

Following the fat policeman in front of him, Sanzang still didn't say a word, which was in line with Muke's usual image.

"Sir, let me tell you about the situation in Heiti Village first?" the fat policeman asked cautiously.

"Um."

Since you come, you will be at ease, and what you think of Sanwu is very clear.

With Muke's permission, the fat policeman began to speak very quickly: "Heiti Village is next to Baihe. You know, Baihe is the area where the untouchables live."

The fat policeman just mentioned this and did not explain it too much. When talking about the differences between castes, he believed that as the chief of the Brahmin caste, he knew better than himself.

The big guys have enjoyed the advantages brought by caste since childhood, so there is no reason to avoid them, and they feel less.

"Unclear?" Although it has been a long time since wet poison, the three burials are all used to rush along the way, passing by like a glimpse of light, and there is no deep feeling. Untouchables, castes, etc. have only been heard in rumors.

"Well, that area is home to the untouchables, as are the four beheaded girls." The fat policeman paused and said, "I guess it was probably the honorary murder."

"Honor Murder?" Sanzang really didn't know what honor murder was, but the fat police had no idea of ​​explanation.

In his opinion, every wet poisonous person should know what honor murder is, and there is no need to explain it at all, let alone that everyone is in the police system, and they should be familiar with the honor murders that happen every year.

"I would like to ask, what is honorary murder?"

"Uh?" This illusion was extremely real, and even the fat policeman's surprise was revealed, "Uh...oh, by the way, you have been studying abroad and growing up in No Lieton. It's normal for you to not know."

When talking about Buleton, the fat police showed a big vision. Although it was a century of humiliation in official publicity, Buleton still had a high position in the eyes of ordinary people. There are many people who want to study abroad or settle in Buleton.

“Honor murder means…the victim was not killed by an outsider, but by his family.”

"For example, if a woman loses her chastity before marriage and acts unpredictably after marriage, the family will kill the woman in order to save face from the outside world, and the father or brother will do it."

“…”

After listening to the fat police's explanation of the honorary murder, Sanzhan felt a little uncomfortable. This backward idea is more barbaric than the Bushido. Seriously, Sanzhan remembers some classics that there are some similar cases in the aristocratic families in the island country.

But listening to the other party's tone, it seems that such things are not uncommon in cases taken over by the police, and they are just ordinary trivial matters.

"If the police have such a thing happen to the police in a poor and backward small place like us, the case will probably be found out soon."

As he said that, the police car finally arrived at the village where the incident occurred. Before he could enter it, he could see a group of villagers surrounding the entrance of the village, facing the direction of the road.

These people were also wearing traditional clothes that were wet and poisonous, or more precisely, traditional clothes of the poor. The dirty rags were hung on their bodies to cover their bodies even if they were clothes. As for the gorgeous clothes worn by the high castes that appeared on TV, they had nothing to do with them.

There were two police cars parked at the entrance of the village, and it seemed that they were the police who had arrived first before.

"There are police officers coming again, police officers coming."

"!"

Seeing police cars coming, the villagers bowed and avoided it, fearing the deterrence brought by modern violent agencies is better than fearing the natural nobility of higher castes.

The fat policeman got out of the car with the lead, took out the baton from his waist and gently waved it to disperse the surrounding villagers.

"Get out of the way!" He turned his humility and cowardice in front of Sanmeng, and his momentum became different.

"Sir, please."

Sanzang didn't have such a sense of caste superiority. He frowned: "Why should I drive them away? Since it is a case-handling, we must naturally listen to what they know."

"Yes, yes..." The fat policeman nodded and bowed quickly, but explained with difficulty, "There will be people from below who do this kind of choreography. Chief Shanta Crossbow, you should not contact these untouchables."

Afraid that the chief would get angry again, the fat policeman continued: "You must pay attention to your identity. Even if the shadow of the untouchable falls on you, it will be an insult."

"Shadow?" Sanzang was not angry, but wanted to laugh. This was the first time he heard such a statement. It sounded much worse than "can't breathe the same air as such a person."

As if it proved the fat policeman's statement, the villagers retreated in fear.

Even though he knew that this was a world in the illusion, Monk Sanzang still felt a little puzzled. This may be the reason why Buddhism was driven away by the Wet Poison Cult on this land. Compared with the idea of ​​equality of sentient beings, the rulers undoubtedly prefer the Wet Poison Cult, which is born with strict hierarchy.

However, as the crowd avoided them, Sanzang also saw the reason why the police were dispatched.

I saw four tied corpses kneeling on the ground, all of their limbs were tied with hemp ropes, so I could continue to kneel after death, but the neck of the corpse was blank, and the head was cut off and placed in front of the corpse.

It's like a failed magic, but it's not terrifying at first glance. It only makes people feel magical and incredible, and fear will arise further.

Is this honor murder?

Decapitation.

Ancient barbaric customs.

He also had many lives in his hands, but they were all worthy of death. Even if he wanted to punish the three burials of evil people, he would not use this insulting practice.

Is this what Muke's illusion wants to see?

Sanzang's heart became confused. At this moment, five more policemen walked out of the village. It seemed that the police car that had just parked outside the village should have been driven by them.

Among the police were three young elderly people, with dark skin and messy hair, and they really couldn't tell the specific age.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"
Chapter completed!