Yan Fei was holding up his household registration book and disability certificate and looking arrogant beyond belief, but no one was going to argue with him now.
Who dare bet on whether it was legal for someone with a mental illness to commit murder, equating it with two human lives?
Those who knew what was happening started to worry in retrospect. What if he suddenly went mad? Even the gods would be helpless, forcing everyone to pray to all kinds of gods, hoping that he wouldn't lose his mind before revealing where the two men were.
Yan Fei's plan was to drag things out as long as possible, making this group increasingly anxious.
After speaking, he was about to ignore them and return, but as he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure rushing frantically towards him.
Xu Xiaoyan was sitting happily in a car, carrying a backpack her elder sister had brought back for her from the provincial capital during the New Year.
