I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

In the toilet.

It was filled with the pungent smell of mothballs.

Huang Ye saw two men wearing windbreakers in front of him.

A young man and a middle-aged man.

"Huang Ye, they are from the Security Court."

The classmate reminded me.

He left wisely.

Outside the toilet, there were several classmates gathered around.

"What happened?"

"Why is the Public Security Court looking for Huang Ye?"

"I don't know. Judging from their faces, they seem very serious."

"Don't ask, this is not something we can inquire about."

"Then let's go back and continue cooking?"

"The committee member was stuck in the toilet while eating wool."

"Yes, at least we have to see what it is about."

"Then just wait a moment."

Several classmates were worried.

He didn't dare to get close, but he didn't leave either.

"Huang Ye, right?"

"Hello, my name is Chen Yilin."

"He is the deputy team of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Public Security Court."

The middle-aged man showed his badge and his attitude was lukewarm.

"I'm Huang Ye."

Huang Ye looked away from the badge.

His face was calm.

Know why the other person is here.

"Have you met Panson?"

The deputy criminal investigation team stuffed Zhi Anhui back into the inner pocket of his coat, but he paid attention to Huang Ye's subtle expression from the corner of his eye.

Huang Ye's face was stunned: "Who is Pan Sen?"

After he killed Pan Sen, he didn't even know his name.

I found out during lunch.

So they put on a puzzled expression in cooperation.

"You wouldn't know?!"

"In the early hours of last night, Pan Sen died on Chengnan Avenue!"

The young man next to him spoke loudly and felt oppressive.

Huang Ye's expression froze.

The pupils trembled slightly.

It seemed to reveal fear and panic.

Then he lowered his head silently: "I really don't know him..."

Chen Yilin waved his hand to stop his apprentice's white face.

"That's it..."

"Pan Sen had contact with you yesterday."

"It was the security officer in the morning who said that your faith was not strong enough."

"Then in the evening, I came to the school to look for you."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not holding you accountable."

"Whether one's faith is firm or not is a private matter."

“We at the Magistrate’s Court don’t care about this, it’s the school’s responsibility.”

"I'm just asking you to find out what's going on. What did Pan Sen talk to you about at school?"

Huang Ye listened quietly, took a deep breath, and seemed to be suppressing his nervousness: "He asked me what gods I believe in."

Chen Yilin smiled and asked, "Then how did you respond to him?"

Huang Ye shook his head: "I didn't reply. I thought he was inexplicable and offensive, so I left directly."

Chen Yilin nodded.

This is consistent with the clues they found.

Subsequently,

The corners of his mouth raised,

With a little more meaning: "Then can you tell me?"

"What god do you believe in?"

Huang Ye raised his head in shock, his expression changing.

It seemed like there was an offended struggle.

Chen Yilin stared at his expression, then smiled casually: "I was joking."

"Then what else did he ask you?"

Huang Ye's heart sank.

The last question is actually a pitfall.

But he had no choice but to jump.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I walked very fast and I didn't hear you very well."

"He seemed to be asking me how he got it."

When Chen Yilin heard this, his expression instantly collapsed.

It seemed that he was helpless about what nonsense Pan Sen asked.

"Excuse me."

Chen Yilin bowed slightly, approached the apprentice who was taking notes, and left the bathroom with a wet floor.

Watching their disappearing figures.

Huang Ye's face turned cold.

His eyes were indifferent.

He turned towards the urinal to relieve his urge to pee.

"Huang Ye, what's wrong?"

"What are they looking for you for?"

"The faces of the two sheriffs seemed dissatisfied."

"Were you reported to Nv Piao Nuchang last night?"

The male students crowded into the toilet and chatted with each other.

The female classmates were also anxious outside the toilet door.

"No."

Huang Ye shook his body and replied calmly.

"What is that."

"That's what you said."

"Yes, we are all worried about you."

Huang Ye felt warm in his heart when he heard this.

This matter probably won't be kept secret for long.

"Yesterday afternoon, the person who stopped me was the victim Lao Li mentioned."

"My name is Pan Sen. He died early last night."

Several students looked shocked.

Unexpectedly, Huang Ye still had this relationship with him.

That's a genius from the main city!

Although he is dead...

"Then what do they want from you?"

Lao Li, who comes from a well-off family, asked.

"They suspected I was the one who killed him."

Huang Ye put on his belt, pushed aside the crowded classmates, and walked to the wash basin.

"Hahaha, so funny."

"Is the Magistrate's Court so unprofessional?"

"This is outrageous."

"With Commissioner Huang's slim body, I can hit ten."

"Best joke I've heard this year."

The students were very happy.

It seems that he wants to relieve the tension just now through teasing.

Huang Ye turned on the faucet.

Use hands soaked in water to smooth the bangs from your forehead to the back of your head.

Looking at himself in front of the mirror, the corners of his mouth raised:

"What if?"

The classmate immediately put his arm around Huang Ye's shoulders and said seriously: "If you can kill Pan Sen, I will stand on my head and eat shit!"

Lao Li excitedly raised the functional machine: "I'll stand on my head and pull it to him to eat!"

"roll!"

…

The two walked out of the campus.

Chen Yilin looked back at the gold-plated plaque of "Contract No. 3 Middle School", his weathered eyes were slightly narrowed by the hot sunshine.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The young man also looked back in confusion and saw only young students coming in and out.

A few years ago, he was so young and carefree.

Now he has entered the first pick of the danger of contact.

"Then Huang Ye is hiding something from us."

Chen Yilin withdrew his gaze,

He took out his sunglasses from his inner pocket and wiped them:

"He was performing nervously and awkwardly."

"It's a pity that he is not the best actor, and his eyes are dull."

"The surface is in place, but the eyes are the windows to the soul. They are calm from beginning to end."

The young man next to him looked shocked, and then became angry.

He actually never noticed it!

"Then I'll go back and interrogate him!"

Feeling deeply ashamed and deceived, he immediately wanted to look back.

But he was stopped by Chen Yilin.

He looked dissatisfied: "Why are you always so impulsive?"

"Can't you be more steady?"

"No one has secrets."

"He wants to hide it, so of course it doesn't hurt."

Chen Yilin rolled her eyes at the young man and exhaled impatient hot breath from her nostrils.

Then, he put on his sunglasses and walked away:

"Just the secret,"

"As long as it has nothing to do with Pan Sen's death."

The young man quickly followed up: "Then how do you know?"

"Think for yourself."

The young man paused: "I'm going to find out where Huang Ye was last night!"

When Chen Yilin heard this, he looked back at his apprentice with confusion:

"Are you bad at writing?"

"Have you forgotten all the basic knowledge?"

"The fact that he can recite the contract doctrine in front of Pan Sen means that he is not a person from other channels."

"My heart isn't beating anymore. Do I still need to check if he has a pulse?"

The young man panicked and looked embarrassed: "Master, do you mean that he has no suspicion?"

The detachment leader snorted coldly: "Until the murderer is caught, his suspicion will never be ruled out."

"It's just the size."

"Let's go and visit the next person."

The young man hurriedly followed up: "We are all at school, why don't you go up and visit?"

Chen Yilin waved her hand and refused: "I'm busy."

…

After lunch, it’s lunch break.

Sleeping in a hot and stuffy environment is difficult.

Huang Ye took a cold shower.

Then he lay down on the mat and closed his eyes.

He did not forget that from the second grave, only a corner of the coffin was dug out.

When his figure appeared in the consciousness space again,

He picked up the shovel,

Keep digging,

I desperately want to know what secrets are buried here.

Another two hours passed before the construction started.

The whole coffin,

Huang Ye dug it out completely.

This coffin is very complete. There were no signs of being eaten by insects.

The surface is evenly painted with black paint, giving it a simple and solemn look.

But in Huang Ye's eyes, there was an extra element of evil.

A red coffin signifies the end of life, and a black coffin signifies a wasted death.

Huang Ye gripped the shovel tightly with a cautious expression.

This is his only reliance in the space of consciousness.

"Open the coffin."

After watching for a long time, nothing happened.

Huang Ye stopped waiting, inserted the round shovel head into the gap of the black coffin, and pried it open with force.

Kick-kick——

After spending a lot of energy, the coffin was pried open.

But no matter how much you pry, it's difficult to get a loose coffin with a wide angle.

Huang Ye thought for two seconds.

Plug the shovel into the mound of soil next to you for easy access at any time.

He stretched out his hands, alert.

Grab the loosened coffin and push it up.

Bang!

The coffin lid fell to the ground, raising dust and making a dull sound.

Huang Ye backed away cautiously, subconsciously holding the wooden-handled shovel.

But when he saw the inside of the coffin, his eyes were filled with shock.

"No body?"

Inside, Huang Ye never saw any bones.

But a complete set of black mourning clothes.

There are not only melon skin hats, vests, leggings, and black cloth shoes.

They are all ancient styles.

But what caught Huang Ye's attention the most was a plant growing on top of the mourning clothes.

Huang Ye is no stranger to this.

"Myrtle."

Huang Ye's eyes were serious.

Myrtle, also called niǎnzi (zi) and Shannian.

This type of plant often grows in barren mountains and ridges.

But only those growing on graves have the most plump and delicious berries.

Elsewhere, the myrtle petals are purple-pink.

The petals of the plant in front of me are red, as if they have been filled with blood.

Look at the empty mourning clothes again.

It was hard for Huang Ye not to suspect that the corpse inside was used as nourishment by the myrtle.

"No contact for now."

Huang Ye didn't dare to underestimate him.

Keep your distance and decide to observe for a while.

Being able to exist in this space like a shovel is definitely not simple.

Jingle bell——

The bell rang for the end of the lunch break.

In the space of consciousness, it ripples like a reminder.

Huang Ye felt irritated.

I just wanted to insert the shovel into the mound and leave this place.

But on the stone tablet on the ground, I saw amazing changes.

"Path: Contract."

"Tomb owner: Huang Ye."

"Level: Level 0 (Awakened)."

Huang Ye's heart trembled.

He still remembered that

when he first saw it, there was no word engraved on it!