"Mayor, you have guests, so we'll head back first."
"We'll talk about that later. We're leaving, we're leaving."
In the blink of an eye, the few middle-aged men had all left.
The mayor closed the door, took off his hat, and said, "Officers from the base, you're finally here."
Zhou Yuhao smiled as he showed the identification cards the Intelligence Department had prepared for them. Then he said, "Uncle, just call me Little Zhou. This is our Captain Shi."
After a brief introduction, Zhou Yuhao said, "Uncle, tell us exactly what happened."
The mayor nodded. "Wait a moment."
He turned and went inside. A moment later, he returned with some photographs and placed them on the table. "Have a look at these first."
Shi Beiluo and Zhou Yuhao picked up the photographs and saw that they were all pictures of corpses.
The photographs had probably been taken in a morgue. The corpses had died in all sorts of bizarre ways.
Some had been burned to death, while others had their throats cut with sharp weapons. Some had obvious gunshot wounds in their chests...
But without exception, every corpse wore a smile.
It was as if they had been overwhelmed with joy at the moment of death, to the point that the smiles had permanently frozen on their faces after death.
Shi Beiluo put down the photographs. "These are..."
The mayor sighed and picked up the photograph of the charred corpse. "They were all residents of the town. At the same time, they were all believers of the Joyful Cult."
He waved the photograph in his hand. "Erdan was a famous dutiful son in our town. His mother was both deaf and blind. The boy was a bit foolish, but he took meticulous care of his mother."
"That was until the