Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?! Chapter 253 The Death of Jia Zongliang

The springti torrential rain finally stopped by evening, and the temperature dropped several degrees afterward.

Jiang Yuan went outside and was refreshed by the cool breeze. Only afterward did he realize he not only had noticeable and graceful muscle lines, but even his physical condition was far stronger than before.

If it were before, he would have been rummaging for thermal pants and a thick coat. But now, even with the chill, he didn’t feel cold at all.

"Brother, you’re truly like my real brother! Just co, no need to bring any mushrooms! So considerate, hahaha..." When Chuci opened the door and saw not only the agreed incense sticks but also a bag of fresh, large, and fragrant mushrooms in Jiang Yuan’s hands, he was delighted, bubbling with joy in his heart.

Not to ntion, getting the internal price for incense with just one phone call was already a big win.

Moreover, Jiang Yuan is genuinely worth befriending. Considering he didn’t leave Yang Hongye to hog wealth, didn’t beco arrogant with money, and is responsible with real skills, knowing this guy is definitely eting a valuable connection!

"My aunt used your Sleeping Incense, and she slept well, her spirits were high, mood enhanced, and now she’s fussing over the farm with a batch of fresh organic vegetables, captured two free-range chickens and slaughtered a free-range black pig, here..."

Chuci pointed to the packaged boxes piled in the living room, smiling: "She specially asked to bring you sothing to taste, as a token of thanks; I just had a chef co to make a feast, it’s so fragrant!"

The ntion of the farm reminded Jiang Yuan of his aborted plan, and he replied casually: "Ho-owned farms are really good; if there’s a suitable plot, I’d like to get one too. Doesn’t have to be too big, just enough for the family. The rest is just ensuring food safety."

Without a farm, shuttling back and forth to Wilderness World for food like rice, oil, fruits, and vegetables would always require a pretext.

Besides, perhaps spending extensive ti there has fostered a habit of farming, spawning a yearning for soil and fields.

Of course, the countryside Jiang Yuan envisions isn’t going back to the old ho to toil hard with a hoe, but having a picturesque farm, occasionally enjoying the pleasure of planting and harvest, with machines or workers managing the rest as a leisurely escape without economic pressure.

"Eh? Really?" Chuci, who grew up playing in the fields, prefers the bustling city life, though it doesn’t stop him from taking occasional vacation trips for fishing. Imdiately, he responded: "If you need, I can keep an eye out for you.

Near my aunt’s farm, there are many good plots, with mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, good climate, and reasonable prices. If there’s sothing suitable, I’ll take you to see it?"

Unexpectedly gaining more insight, Jiang Yuan’s eyes lit up and he imdiately agreed.

The conversation then shifted to more pressing matters.

"Uncle Cai didn’t find the right approach, perhaps worried about leaks causing trouble, so he simply said a few things. I looked for the insiders behind the scenes and clarified the intricacies around Jia Zongliang’s death."

Chuci hadn’t yet watched the recently sent video, instead began recounting what happened after the deceased was apprehended.

Despite conclusive evidence of Jia Zongliang’s murder, he hadn’t been tried yet, following standard procedures, he was held at a detention center. Reportedly, ever since his failed suicide jump, he beca emotionally disturbed.

In the detention center, he was agitated and anxious, extrely terrified, but the officers were accustod to such scenes.

Most individuals, regardless of their arrogance outside evildoing, beca docile once detained. Often they regret deeply, many who unintentionally killed people would even have nightmares fearing specters seeking retribution, with so crying aloud or shivering in a corner, like Jia Zongliang’s anxious state, it was common.

Initially, it wasn’t taken seriously. Later, realizing his pallor worsened and he consistently complained of chest tightness and discomfort, the dical staff found his blood pressure indeed elevated.

The head worried Jia Zongliang had so hidden ailnt, thus contacting the appointed hospital to arrange a full check-up, to avoid complications during detention.

"Specialized personnel escorted him to the designated hospital, using a special prisoner transport vehicle," Chuci gestured. "The sort often seen in dramas, with bars all around, security was tight, yet Jia Zongliang died crashing into the bars."

Speaking of it gave him chills, his voice significantly softened.

"Where was the vehicle when he died?"

"Vehicle? En route to the hospital, wasn’t it? Taking him there," Chuci hadn’t expected his focus on the vehicle, paused before answering.

Jiang Yuan quickly asked, "Do you know where the vehicle was at that mont?"

"Not far from detention." He opened the navigation and explained: "Look, here at Baohua District Detention Center, after crossing a bridge, sothing happened just as they were about to turn."

"Ah, that’s it!" Jiang Yuan exhaled, chuckling: "Previously hearing Cai’s account, I thought he died at the detention, shaking my confidence.

Generally, places like state departnts, especially police stations or courts, carry righteous energy, part of national vitality. I wondered how the mastermind could send a demon in to kill, where’s the power?

With your explanation, it’s clear; Jia Zongliang feared Liu Qiang’s payback, leading to overwhelming psychological pressure causing physical issues. If he had stayed properly at the detention, awaiting trial and transfer to prison, he’d live longer."

Chuci realized, "So your idea is... if confronted with unclean stuff, heading to the police station works?"

"Even a martyr’s cetery, would at least let you sleep peacefully."

"What the hell!" He slapped his thigh in amazent: "No wonder property prices near martyr’s ceteries are high. Soday I should buy one as backup."

After detailing the context, Chuci retrieved the video from his phone, muttering: "Initially, they didn’t want to send the video, fearing bad influence. Later, I assured them it wouldn’t be shared and got it, though I hadn’t watched before your arrival."

The monitor’s pixels appeared low quality, perhaps due to vehicle monitoring issues or interference from the female ghost affecting the signal.

The video, seemingly edited only lasted seconds.

From the start, when the vehicle jostled over the bridge, a red-dressed female ghost stood before Jia Zongliang, then suddenly lunged forward, pressing his head back against the bars.

The swift and brutal action caught the nearby personnel off-guard, Jia Zongliang’s back of the head bashed severely twice, skull shattered entirely, blood and brain matter gushing forth...

"Yue~" Chuci grimaced in agony, "We should’ve watched post al, it’s so disgusting! Ruined my feast, where I specifically had a spicy pig brain dish made, damn!"

Jiang Yuan, having seen much in Wilderness World, reacted minimally.

After watching, he felt lighter and chuckled, "Now the truth’s revealed; don’t know how long the ghost waited outside detention for a successful strike. Her aura’s identical to Little Dumpling’s; find her, exorcise her malevolent aura, reuniting mother and child for reincarnation.

The main suspect now is Liu Qiang; we can consider proactive action. I may need your help tracking his whereabouts, ensuring he’s visible and we’re concealed."

"Female ghost?" Chuci lacks the potion, can’t spot the ghost in the footage, stunned upon hearing, "Are you serious, brother? Seeking a ghost?"

The ghost’s absurdly powerful, shattering skulls in two hits, how would one exorcise her? Courage knows no bounds!