Duanmu Huai's announcement had stirred quite a ripple in the small town, but while currents flowed hidden within the town, Duanmu Huai found himself in the church's basement, gazing at a corpse — indeed, the church naturally held the duty of storing bodies, but the body in front of him was not quite the same.
Because this body was that of the farmer who was identified as a heretic by Duanmu Huai last night and taken away.
From the marks on his body, he seemed to have been hanged before being placed here for disposal.
But indeed, today Duanmu Huai had seen him lively and bustling about outside again...
"What do you think?"
"This doesn't look like an artificial human."
Alice Phil withdrew her gaze from the corpse in front of her, shaking her head.
"It doesn't look like a puppet either; no matter how you look at it, it's just a normal human."
Medea also spoke up.
