Chapter 869 Honor Killing

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

And the way to escape from the illusion is mostly hidden in Shanta Nu's personal experience.

Mook Shanta Crossbow.

Sanbu saw the name written on the nameplate of his clothes, which should be the full name of the man who summoned the evil god.

If someone who is proficient in damp poison caste studies or mythology is here, they can probably see the weight of the surname Shantanu, the Brahmin caste, and it is the Brahmin among the Brahmins.

This kind of caste means that it is not an ordinary family from birth, and no matter how poor it is, it is not much worse.

Not to mention that Mook has received higher education at first glance, and the nodding and bowing appearance of the entry-level policeman's clothes is a testament to his extraordinary identity.

After the fat policeman got into the police car, Sanbu 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."

Once it comes, it will be safe, and what the three burials think is very clear.

With Mu Ke's permission, the fat policeman began to speak very fast: "Heiti Village is next to Baihe. Baihe, you know, is the area where the untouchables live."

The fat policeman just mentioned this without explaining too much. When it comes to the differences between castes, he believes that the chief of the Brahmin caste knows better than himself.

The big shots have enjoyed the advantages brought by their caste since they were young, so there is no reason to avoid them. These mud-legged people feel even less.

"Untouchable?" Although it's been a long time since I came to Shidu, Sanbu used all the way to rush, passing by like a glimpse, and I didn't have too deep feelings. I only heard about untouchables and caste in rumors. Pass.

"Well, the people living in that area are all untouchables, as are the four beheaded girls." The fat policeman paused and said, "I guess, it's probably an honor killing."

"Honor killing?" Sanbu really didn't know what honor killing was, but the fat policeman had no intention of explaining it.

In his opinion, every wet and poisonous person should know what honor killing is, and there is no need to explain it at all, not to mention that everyone is in the police system, and they should be very familiar with honor killings that happen every year.

"I would like to ask, what is an honor killing?"

"Eh?" The illusion was so real that even the fat policeman showed surprise, "Uh...oh, by the way, sir, you have been studying and growing up in Breton, so it's normal if you don't know."

When mentioning Breton, the fat policeman showed a certain longing. Although it was a century of humiliation in the official propaganda, Breton still has a high position in the eyes of ordinary people. He wants to go to Breton. There are not a few people who study abroad or settle in Breton.

"Honor killings are when ... the victim is not killed by an outsider, but by a family member."

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

"..."

After listening to the fat policeman's explanation of honor killings, Sanbu felt a little uncomfortable. This kind of outdated thinking is more barbaric than Bushido. Seriously speaking, Sanbu remembered some classics, and there were some similar cases in the noble families of the island country.

But listening to the tone of the other party, it seems that this kind of thing is not uncommon in the cases taken over by the police, it is just a trivial matter.

"In a small, poor and backward place like ours, if this kind of thing happens to the police, it is estimated that the case will be found out soon."

With that said, the police car finally arrived at the village where the incident occurred, and before entering it, a group of villagers could be seen surrounding the village entrance, with their backs turned to the direction of the road.

These people are still wearing damp traditional clothing, more precisely, the traditional clothing of the poor. Dirty rags are hung on the body to cover the body, which is regarded as clothing. As for the high-caste people who appear on TV Showy clothes have nothing to do with them.

There were still two police cars parked at the entrance of the village, and they seemed to be the police who arrived earlier.

"The police are here again, the police are here."

"!"

Seeing a police car approaching, the villagers all bowed to avoid it. It is better to be afraid of the deterrence brought by modern violent institutions than to be afraid of the natural nobility of high caste.

The fat policeman got out of the car first, took out his baton and waved it lightly to disperse the surrounding villagers.

"Get out of the way!" As soon as he turned his humility and cowardice in front of San Zan, his aura became different.

"Sir, please."

Sanbu doesn't have such a conscious sense of caste superiority, he frowned: "Why do you want to drive them away? Since it's a case, it's natural to listen to what they know."

"Yes, yes..." The fat policeman quickly nodded and bowed, but he explained with a difficult face, "This kind of miscellaneous work will be done by the people below. Chief Shantanu, you'd better stay away from these untouchables."

Fearing that the officer would get angry again, the fat policeman continued: "You must pay attention to your identity, even if the shadow of a pariah falls on you, it is an insult."

"Shadow?" San Zan was not angry, but just wanted to laugh. This was the first time he heard such a statement. It sounded much more serious than "can't breathe the same air with this kind of person".

As if to prove what the fat policeman said, the villagers retreated in fear.

Even knowing that this is a world in an illusion, the three-burial monk still feels a little puzzled. This may be the reason why Buddhism was driven away by the Shidu Sect in this land. Compared with the idea of ​​equality of all living beings, the rulers undoubtedly prefer Born with a strict hierarchy of wet poison religion.

However, as the crowd avoided, Sanbu also saw the reason for the police dispatch.

I saw four bound corpses kneeling on the ground, their limbs were all bound with hemp rope, so they could continue to kneel down after death, but the necks of the corpses were blank, and the heads were cut off and placed in front of the corpses.

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

Is this an honor killing?

beheaded.

An ancient and barbaric custom.

He also took a lot of lives in his hands, but all of them deserved to die. Even if he wanted to punish the wicked, he would not use such an insulting method.

Is this what Muck's illusion wants to let him see?

San Zan was confused, and at this moment five policemen walked out of the village, and it seemed that they should have driven the police car that had just parked outside the village.

And among the police were three early-aged seniors, with dark skin and messy hair, it was impossible to tell their exact ages.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"We've caught the murderer!"