High-Tech God

Mrs. Liu lost her mind because her son had just died. When she saw Chen Shuiping getting very close to Yang Yi in the past two days, she thought that Chen Shuiping divorced his son because of Yang Yicai.

It was this reason that led to the death of her son.

She couldn't find out the cause of death, so she thought her son committed suicide because he had just been divorced and he must not be able to bear the blow.

The young man in the crowd is Liu's nephew, named Wang Biao. He has been practicing martial arts for ten years in a martial arts school. He is very skilled and can break ten bricks with one punch.

The reason why I brought him here today is to avenge my son.

"Wang Biao, rush over to me and beat this couple of bitches to a point of disability, making them miserable for the rest of their lives!" Ms. Liu said fiercely.

"Don't worry, I will never make it easy for them. I will beat them until their lower bodies are paralyzed. They will not be able to walk or take care of themselves for the rest of their lives!" Wang Biao clenched his fists and walked towards Yang Yi and Chen Shuiping with a ferocious face.

Chen Shuiping had heard of Wang Biao's reputation. He was a good fighter, and three or five people were no match for him.

And if he gets violent, he can easily maim someone.

She couldn't help but worry about Yang Yi and said to him: "Leave me alone and leave quickly! I will take responsibility for this matter myself."

Yang Yi turned to look at her: "How can this be done? How can your family of a girl cope with so many people coming here? They have been blinded by hatred. They must not have done it lightly or seriously. I can't leave you behind."

Hearing his words, Chen Shuiping felt warm in her heart. Yang Yi had been by her side these days, pulling her out of the sea of ​​suffering, and now he was standing in front of her to protect her.

This made her feel that Yang Yi was a rare and good man and she should cherish him.

"You two don't have to be humble here, neither of you can run away today!" Wang Biao'e said fiercely, and then he raised his hammer-like fist and hit the two of them.

Before his fist could hit him, Yang Yi kicked him away.

Wang Biao's strong body knocked away a few people behind him, so that the rest of the people did not dare to rush forward.

Yang Yi stared at the remaining people coldly and said: "I understand how you feel. Your relative has just passed away, and you feel very uncomfortable, but this is not the reason for you to bully us!"

"Wu Chenli's death has not been investigated clearly yet. Why do you say it has anything to do with us!"

Mrs. Liu bravely said, "It was because you seduced Chen Shuiping and broke up my son's family that he was so shocked that he committed suicide because of his uncontrollable thoughts!"

Yang Yi sneered and said, "This is all your speculation. It is not true at all. Your son was extremely cold towards Chen Shuiping after marriage, and he often beat and scolded her, which led to their divorce."

"As for your claim that I seduced Chen Shuiping, what evidence do you have?"

"I'm telling you, if you slander me without evidence, I can take you to court and ask you to compensate for the loss of my reputation!"

Ms. Liu and the group of people behind her were speechless.

Everyone in the nearby villages knew about Yang Yi's ability. He was a man who made great achievements in the city, and ordinary people couldn't afford to offend him.

Moreover, they don’t understand the law. If they do go to court in the future, they will definitely lose.

Mrs. Liu couldn't swallow this breath. After all, her son died, and now she couldn't find anyone to vent her anger on. In desperation, she had no choice but to start rolling around and making a fool of herself: "Why am I so miserable! My son committed suicide just fine." , I can’t find my enemy, how can I live?”

She cried very sadly, with runny nose and tears, which almost made everyone present cry.

Yang Yi also felt that she was quite pitiful, so he said to her: "Don't be sad first. How about I go take a look and maybe I can help you find the real murderer."

Apart from that, they had no other choice but to nod.

When I arrived at Wu Chenli's house, his body was placed in the main room with a paper tower in front.

Yang Yi came to his body and looked at his body carefully.

Chen Shuiping stood behind Yang Yi. When she saw that Wu Chenli was really dead, she couldn't explain how she felt. She felt that he was quite pitiful and couldn't help but shed tears.

After some investigation, Yang Yi finally found the cause of Wu Chenli's death. He told Ms. Liu, who was already crying, "Your son had his neck broken and suffocated to death. He did not commit suicide."

Mrs. Liu didn't believe Yang Yi's words, thinking that he wanted to distance himself from the relationship and said this deliberately.

At this time, a well-known old Chinese medicine doctor in their village came over, examined Wu Chenli's body, and said to Mrs. Liu, "He is right. Your son did have his neck broken before he died."

"What? He was killed by someone! Who was it?" Ms. Liu was surprised and very angry at the same time.

"How do I know this? I'm not an expert in solving crimes." The old Chinese doctor was confused.

Mrs. Liu also knew that he didn't have that ability, so she quickly looked at Yang Yi: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Yang Yi shook his head: "I don't know at the moment, but I am willing to help you look it up."

Mrs. Liu held Yang Yi's arm tightly and said emotionally: "Please be sure to find the murderer. No matter what the price, I will make the murderer get retribution!"

Yang Yi nodded: "Don't worry, I will definitely try my best to find the real culprit."

On the way back, Chen Shuiping wiped her tears and said, "Although Wu Chenli has a bad temper, he rarely makes grudges with others and has almost no enemies. Who could do such a cruel thing to him?"

At this time, Yang Yi had already thought of a person, but he was not sure if it was that person. He shook his head and said: "I have no clue at the moment, but I believe it won't take long before I can find the murderer."

For some reason, Chen Shuiping became particularly confident in Yang Yi, as if Yang Yi was an omnipotent god who could create any miracle.

Back at his residence, Yang Yi couldn't wait to ask Sophia: "Do you have a way to find the murderer?"

Sophia floated in mid-air like an elf and said to him: "Yes, I just collected the murderer's breath at Wu Chenli's house. Next, you only need to buy a breath tracker to find the murderer."

Yang Yi frowned and looked at her: "I want to buy again. In the face of such a big deal, can't you be generous to me?"

"Besides, I already have a scent tracker, why would I buy a scent tracker?"

Sophia pouted and said, "I also want to be generous to you, but the rules are like this and I can't change them."

"As for the scent tracker you bought last time, that one can only track the scent of people on Earth. You can track the scent of some aliens in front of you. If you encounter people with weird smells like this one, you can only buy a scent tracker."

"Because the murderer left behind not a smell, but a breath."