Chapter 303: He's the Murderer
The little girl's soul was no longer in her body, so Yang Haoran naturally had no reason to stay, as the bag now only contained her decaying flesh.
Although he didn't know who could be so cruel, this matter fell outside his jurisdiction.
Moreover, even if he wanted to intervene, he couldn't; after all, he wasn't a police officer and knew absolutely nothing about solving cases.
If the little girl's soul had still been within her physical body, it would have been easier to handle—at least he could have gleaned some information from her. The problem was that her soul had already departed, leaving only a decomposing corpse in the bag. In such a situation, he truly had no solution.
Furthermore, the man beside him had already called the police, and Yang Haoran, unwilling to invite unnecessary trouble, decided to leave the place immediately.
Seeing Yang Haoran stand up as if to leave, the man's expression changed, and he quickly grabbed hold of Yang Haoran.
"Brother, you—you can't leave! If you go, what will I do when the police arrive in a moment?"
Yang Haoran glanced at the man and said flatly, "When the police come, just tell them the truth."
"Tell them the truth about what? I didn't kill anyone! What am I supposed to 'tell them the truth' about?"
"You killed her, didn't you? Otherwise, how would you know there was a corpse in the bag? It must be you—you're definitely the murderer!"
The man not only didn't let go, but tightened his grip on Yang Haoran, though his expression revealed that at that moment, his heart was filled with terror.
Yang Haoran looked at the man with a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected the man, terrified as he was, to still dare to cling to him so tightly.
"If I really were the murderer, and you grabbed me like this, what do you suppose I'd do? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
Yang Haoran's sudden smile instantly sent a shiver down the man's spine. In that moment, he felt a wave of icy coldness rush from his soles to his scalp.
Ever since Yang Haoran had first appeared, he had felt a chill, but he hadn't paid it much mind at the time. After all, the weather was turning cooler, and being by the river, feeling a bit cold was normal.
However, now that he was so close to Yang Haoran, he suddenly realized that this icy chill didn't seem to be caused by the weather; rather, it emanated from the seemingly amiable, smiling man before him.
At this moment, he was in close proximity to Yang Haoran, who felt like an air conditioner blasting cold air, constantly chilling his body.
The man hastily released his grip, his face a mask of panic, and without another word, he turned and fled, terrified that Yang Haoran would pursue and kill him too.
Watching the man, who had wet himself in fear, Yang Haoran made no move to pursue. He held no interest in such ordinary people; even though the man's attitude had been hostile just moments ago, Yang Haoran had no desire to do anything to him.
It was like a human's attitude towards ants: whether to care or not, to step on them or not, depended entirely on their mood. Unless an ant actively sought death, who would have the leisure to go out of their way to find and stomp on each one individually?
Of course, those with mental issues or peculiar fetishes were another matter entirely.
Withdrawing his gaze from the man, Yang Haoran cast a final glance at the foul-smelling burlap sack beside him. He dropped his smile, let out a soft sigh, and shook his head.
"The police will deliver justice for you. I just hope you haven't done anything foolish by now, otherwise, you might lose even the chance to be reincarnated."
Having said this, Yang Haoran departed.
The fishing man hadn't run far. After putting some distance between them, he heard no footsteps behind him, so he stopped and, summoning his courage, looked back.
He saw that Yang Haoran had not followed him; instead, he was walking away with his hands in his pockets, as if taking a stroll. This made the man let out a sigh of relief.
At that moment, his greatest fear was that Yang Haoran would kill him to silence him. The dreaded scene didn't occur, but the man's heart was still filled with terror. His whole body trembling, he looked at his phone screen and, without another word, dialed the police again.
"Hello? Hello? It's me, the one who just called in! I found the murderer! He's trying to escape right now! I don't dare stop him! Hurry!"
"Yes, yes, yes, he's already gone, I don't know where he's going! He's wearing a small suit, long hair, looks very ordinary, but this person is very strange—he's an air conditioner, no, no, no, he's like an air conditioner, no, no, no. . ."
The person the man was describing to the police was, naturally, Yang Haoran. By this point, the man had firmly concluded that Yang Haoran was the murderer, so he spoke with absolute certainty when reporting the crime.
Yang Haoran didn't know the man had called the police again, but even if he had, he certainly wouldn't have given it a second thought.
Ancheng police responded quite swiftly. Not long after Yang Haoran left, officers arrived on the scene. To clear himself, the man embellished the story and recounted it to the police again, directing all suspicion towards the departing Yang Haoran.
Naturally, the police wouldn't believe the man based solely on his one-sided account, but neither would they dismiss it entirely.
Consequently, the little girl's body was taken away, and the man was also brought back to the police station. Simultaneously, the Ancheng police deployed a large number of officers, sealing off various intersections to search for Yang Haoran's whereabouts.
Regardless of whether Yang Haoran was the murderer, they would definitely bring him back to the police station for questioning. With the information and characteristics provided by the fishing man, the police were confident they could find Yang Haoran.
After leaving the riverside, Yang Haoran used some of his abilities and quickly entered Ancheng. He casually asked around and soon learned the location of Ancheng's largest Death God Temple.
Hailing a cab, Yang Haoran headed straight for his destination.
Ancheng's largest Death God Temple was much larger and more bustling than Lecheng's South Lake Death God Temple.
Yang Haoran stood at the main entrance of the Death God Temple, watching the ebb and flow of devotees, a characteristic smile gracing his face.
"I wonder if my arrival will surprise her."
Yang Haoran didn't know where Xu Meijing lived, but he already had a plan: once inside the Death God Temple, a casual inquiry to any temple keeper should provide the answer.
Suppressing his Yin Qi and power fluctuations as much as possible, Yang Haoran stepped into the Death God Temple along with the other devotees.
He hadn't completely sealed away all his Yin Qi and power, feeling it unnecessary. After all, he was there to visit a friend, not to carry out an assassination; there was no need to go to such lengths.
Besides, if he were to truly seal away all his Yin Qi and power fluctuations, how would the temple keepers in this Death God Temple be able to sense his presence?
Upon entering the Death God Temple, the first thing that met his eyes was a colossal Death God statue.
The Death God statue was grim and terrifying, but that wasn't the Death God's true form; it was the appearance of the Death God's Law Aspect.
All deities possessed their own Law Aspects, whether it was the Death God or other divine spirits; it was always so.
Yang Haoran had indeed seen the true Death God's Law Aspect before. During the battle at the Ghost Building, Deng Feng had summoned the Death God's Law Aspect to deal with Zhong Siyu. Although the Death God's Law Aspect summoned by Deng Feng at the time was blurry, it was undeniably the Death God's Law Aspect.
To Yang Haoran at the time, the potency of that move was beyond his comprehension, and he couldn't perform it either. But now, he too knew how to wield it.
As for how he learned it, he had to thank the secret arts collected by Deng Feng, which agents of the Underworld Office could deploy.
However, to this day, Yang Haoran rarely even used his Soul Armament, let alone deployed such a formidable secret art.
In truth, the secret art of summoning the Death God's Law Aspect was not a major secret among Emissaries of Death. Even if he hadn't obtained the records of the secret art from Deng Feng, he could have acquired it from other Emissaries of Death, or simply sought advice directly from his superior, the Black-Clothed Man.
Gazing at the towering Death God statue, Yang Haoran felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't the statue itself that deeply moved him, but the thought that, one day, he too might have his own divine statue for devotees to worship and offer reverence.
Shaking his head, Yang Haoran cast that still-too-distant goal aside. Then, as if sensing something, his gaze drifted downwards towards the base of the Death God statue.
Below the Death God statue, many devotees were kneeling in devout prayer. Among them, one person caught Yang Haoran's attention.
From the back, it appeared to be a woman. Why "appeared"? Because in today's society, some people are hard to distinguish between male and female even from the front, let alone from behind.
What attracted Yang Haoran was not the person's gender, but rather the presence of Yin Qi he sensed emanating from them, and it was not weak either.
"What's going on today?"
Yang Haoran offered a wry smile. He hadn't initially wanted to get involved, but after a moment of hesitation, he still walked towards the person.
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