Even with Yang Xuan's current power and connections, investigating an ordinary car accident from thirty years ago was not an easy task.
Because it was so long ago, there were no surveillance cameras installed at the intersection where Yang Xuan was involved in the accident. Even if they wanted to find a solution from this aspect, there was nothing they could do.
Fortunately, Yang Xuan was not an ordinary person now. With just a word, there would naturally be people running around until their legs broke.
A week later, Li Na finally brought back some good news.
Because the accident happened in the middle of the night, there were very few eyewitnesses. However, after careful investigation, they finally found an old man who cleaned here thirty years ago. He was also the only eyewitness.
However, because it had been so long, the old man, who was almost eighty years old, could not remember clearly what happened that night. He only remembered that it seemed to be a red truck. After the accident, the driver came down to check. He vaguely remembered that it was a balding Fatso. It seemed that his left leg was injured or something, causing him to walk with a limp.
That was all the old man could remember.
At that time, after the driver got out of the car, he carried Yang Fan, whose fate was unknown, into the car. The old man thought that he was going to be sent to the hospital, so he did not care.
Li Na immediately checked the police's information. After a lot of investigation, she finally locked onto five people.
These five people all matched the description of the driver described by the old man. However, because it had been so long, it was unknown whether they happened to pass by at that time or not.
Because of the importance of this matter, Li Na did not dare to make a decision, so she reported the situation to Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan gently sighed and said indifferently, "It must have been hard for you to find five people. Let them come in one by one."
Of course, the five people were brought to Yunwu Mountain by Li Na. The first one to come in was the potbellied Fatso. His pair of beady eyes rolled around. When he saw Yang Xuan, he immediately put on a flattering look and kept nodding and bowing.
Yang Xuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, directly piercing Fatso's eyes.
Fatso's face showed a sluggish expression, and he did not move.
After a while, Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "It's not him."
Li Na nodded. Just as she was about to ask Fatso to leave, Yang Xuan added, "But he has a case on him. Two years ago, he killed a girl who was running at night."
Li Na was slightly taken aback, then her eyes turned cold as she said coldly, "Take him away and investigate!"
As soon as he regained his senses, Fatso, who was drenched in sweat, was taken away with a face full of fear. What awaited him was the trial of the law.
When the second person came in, he wasn't bald, but he wasn't old either. His expression was calm, but he was slightly uneasy.
Yang Xuan looked at him for a while and shook his head. "It's not him."
Li Na waved her hand. After that person left, a third person was brought in.
This person was not bald, but his hair was messy, as if he had not washed it for a long time. His wrinkled and worn-out suit was emitting a muddy smell. He walked timidly, and his face was full of worry. He looked like an old farmer who could not straighten his back due to the burden of life.
Yang Xuan looked at him for a long time, then suddenly asked, "What's his situation?"
Li Na was shocked and quickly said, "He's a farmer near Pinghai. Thirty years ago, he drove a truck for someone. There are many coincidences, but his suspicion should be the lightest."
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "There's no need to look at the others. Leave him here."
Li Na was stunned. She looked at the old farmer who clearly had an inferiority complex and asked tentatively, "General, are you saying …?"
"It's him!" Yang Xuan said lightly, "Take the others out. I want to ask him something."
After Li Na left, Yang Xuan said lightly, "Raise your head."
The old farmer raised his head hesitantly and looked at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "What's your name?"
"M-my name is Ma Delu." The old farmer hesitated for a moment and said.
Yang Xuan nodded. "Do you recognize me?"
The old farmer shook his head, indicating that he did not.
Yang Xuan left his seat and walked directly to the old farmer. He said slowly, "Take a closer look. Do you recognize me?"
Ma Delu looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously. After a while, his body suddenly froze. His face gradually showed doubt, disbelief, and even a trace of fear.
"No … I don't know you. I don't know you." He waved his hand and stepped back.
"Thirty years ago, at the intersection of Longwei and Longwei, a red truck, a car accident …" Yang Xuan stared at him and said word by word.
"No, no … You're not him. How could you be him …" The old farmer looked as if he had seen a ghost. He kept stepping back, knocking over a chair and a coffee table.
Yang Xuan sighed softly. He did not have much hatred for the culprit who had caused his death.
It was hard to say whether it was good or bad.
If it were not for this person, he would have married and had children by now and lived a normal life.
However, it was also because of that car accident that he went to the Martial God Planet and became an overlord.
It was really hard to tell which of those two lives was good and which one was bad.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Yang Xuan did not want to waste any more time, so he said calmly.
The old farmer was already very emotional. Now that he was slightly affected by Yang Xuan's mental power, he could no longer maintain the line of defense in his heart and collapsed to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose …" He burst into tears.
In fact, the matter was not complicated. It was nothing more than a drunk driver who did not see the pedestrians crossing the road. After the accident, he was afraid of taking responsibility, so he secretly buried the bodies.
"Where did you bury the bodies?" Yang Xuan asked calmly.
"In … in my hometown's … backyard. I'm sorry, I'm sorry …" The old farmer cried bitterly and kept apologizing.
Yang Xuan sighed. "I'm his brother. Take me to see him."
The old farmer's hometown was far away from Pinghai. Li Na drove Yang Xuan and Ma Delu for more than two hours before they arrived.
When Ma Delu brought Yang Xuan and Li Na to his house, the shocking poverty and hardships stunned Li Na for a long time.
It was hard for him to imagine that in this highly technologically advanced world where Z country dominated the world, there were still people living such a life.
"Dad, you're back?" A stooped, skinny old woman dragged a skinny, dark-skinned little girl out. "Someone's here?"
"She's blind," Ma Delu explained in a low voice. Then, he said to the old woman, "Take the child back to the house first."
The old woman was stunned for a moment, but she did not dare to refute. She groped around and brought the little girl back.
At that moment, Ma Delu seemed to have thought something through. He said to Yang Xuan, "Please follow me."
The three of them came to the back of the wall. Ma Delu did not say anything. He picked up the hoe beside him and started digging.
Not long after, a corpse that had already decomposed into white bones was revealed.
Yang Xuan looked at the corpse and a strange feeling arose in his heart. He did not know how to describe this strange feeling of looking at his own corpse.
Li Na took out the box that she had prepared beforehand and carefully put away the corpse.
Ma Delu's eyes were filled with tears. He threw the hoe aside and stretched out his hands. "I've been hiding for thirty years. For thirty years, I didn't dare to go anywhere. I was on tenterhooks every day and had nightmares every night. Now, I've thought it through … I won't hide anymore. You can take me away."
"Dad …" The old woman staggered over. Her face was filled with muddy old tears. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
Ma Delu quickly supported her. The old couple hugged each other and cried bitterly. Only the skinny, dark-skinned little girl was left. She looked at Yang Xuan with wide eyes.
Yang Xuan squatted down and smiled. "Little girl, what's your name?"
"I … I'm Ma Hui." The little girl was very shy. She hid behind the old couple and revealed half of her face. She looked curiously at Yang Xuan.
Ma Hui?
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "You have to listen to your grandparents in the future. You can't be naughty."
Ma Hui hid and said, "I'm very obedient. I'm not naughty. Grandpa said that my parents have gone to a very distant place and will never return. I'm very obedient."
Yang Xuan was taken aback as he looked at Li Na.
Li Na whispered, "Ma Delu's son and daughter-in-law died in a car accident."
Yang Xuan was at a loss for words. After a long sigh, he said, "Let's go."
With that said, he turned and left.
"You … I …?" Ma Delu was somewhat in disbelief.
"Lead a good life," Yang Xuan said indifferently without turning his head.
After leaving the house, Li Na heard Ma Delu and his wife kneeling on the ground and crying. She asked hesitantly, "General, they …"
"They have already been punished." Yang Xuan opened the car door and sat in.
There was a cycle of samsara in the Heavenly Dao. Whatever people did, the heavens watched.
If you don't believe me, take a look. Who does the heavens spare?
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