Volume 3: The King of Waste Chapter 325 Darkness
“I found it!”
Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded.
In the Black Light District, in an office somewhere in the City State Guardian Office, a young guard suddenly stood up from a pile of dense files, his face full of surprise.
"What did you find?"
Another guard standing next to him asked in surprise, and when he saw the pile of files in front of the young man, he suddenly realized:
"Are you still investigating that? I've told you, these are all unsolved cases. There's no way to close them. Even if there is evidence to close the case... it still can't be closed."
"The evidence is irrefutable, why can't the case be closed?!"
The young man's eyes were shining, and he said, "Even if he has tremendous power, so what? The evidence is irrefutable. Can he bribe everyone? Anyone who breaks the law will be recorded. Even if he can bribe some people, I don't believe he can bribe the chief judge!"
"It would be a bit bad if it really got to the Supreme Judge, right? I advise you to discuss this matter with your master. He brought you here. Even if you don't consider yourself, you should consider your master and don't implicate him."
The colleague said meaningfully: "They may not be able to deal with the evidence, but they can deal with you."
"Justice, bravery, humility, honor, sacrifice, honesty, mercy , spirit!"
The young man's eyes were firm, and he said, "Don't forget what the instructor said. Our duty as guardian knights is to protect the entire city, so that the fog people here can sleep peacefully, to uphold justice for the common people here, to clean up the filth for the rich, and to defend the light of the world!"
My colleague's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was touched by what he said, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
The youthful years when he was a trainee guard.
I really miss it.
But after leaving the training camp, I found that what the instructors taught me was in conflict with the reality outside.
Sometimes, they could only watch the fog people "sleep peacefully".
They can only watch the civilians get "justice".
Besides that, what they do more is to clean up the “filth” for the rich!
“Be fair-minded, but do what is within your power, and do not force yourself.”
After a while, the colleague said something.
This is also the way of dealing with the world that he has learned from handling cases for many years.
I have a sense of justice, but I will also turn a blind eye.
If both eyes were fully open, death would be near .
“What I am doing now is what I can do!”
The young man looked determined and said, "I have spent three months tracking this man. The forces behind him are extremely powerful, but he killed someone, and killing is a crime! No matter what his position or who he is, he should not ignore human life. Now I have collected the evidence, and I will secretly hand it over to the best judge to make multiple records!"
"I've thought about it. Even if something happens to me, the people I entrusted will continue to fulfill my duties!"
His colleague didn't expect him to be so determined. His face changed slightly and he said, "Think it over carefully. The source of the chaos in our district some time ago seems to be this person. He has close ties with the military and is not so easy to deal with."
"If I sacrifice for justice, what's the harm in dying?"
The young man had obviously made up his mind. He quickly gathered the files in his hand and prepared to leave: "Wish me good luck. I will succeed. I must succeed!"
But after taking a few steps, he stopped.
Two figures stood in front of him, one was his master and the other was the chief judge.
The two looked at the file in the young man's hand, and then they exchanged glances. The middle-aged guard said in a low voice, "Are you still investigating that matter?"
"Yes." The young man hesitated, but still nodded. He said seriously, "Master, please support me once, just this once. I swear that I will let light dispel darkness and let justice be served. Isn't this what we should do?"
The middle-aged guard stared at him. Knowing the stubborn character of his disciple, his eyes flickered but he said nothing.
The chief judge next to him laughed, stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying, "Well said. You are resilient and enterprising. Old Zhao, you have brought up a good apprentice."
The middle-aged guard's face changed slightly, and he said quickly: " Captain , Ye Ming is still young, I will take him to see more of the world, and I will seriously persuade him about this matter."
Persuade? The young man was stunned and said quickly: "Master, you have persuaded me many times. Really, as your apprentice, I beg you once, let me try!"
“Shut up!”
Old Zhao shouted angrily , "What do you know? What right do you have to say that they are guilty? What qualifications do you have to investigate these things? Such a big case is not something you can get involved in. Dean Cai wants to divorce his wife. Did you solve this case? Chairman Feng's daughter was slandered at school. Did you deal with this matter? You didn't do anything! Who asked you to meddle in such trivial matters!"
"But this is a murder case, and a multiple serial murder case!" The young man was not a fool, and said, "I know the other party is a member of Zhanxu, so what? Special staff members who break the law are just as guilty as civilians!"
Old Zhao was furious and was about to yell at him, but the chief judge tried to calm him down, saying, "Old Zhao, don't discourage young people's enthusiasm. We did the same when we were young. It is our duty to redress injustice. Your apprentice did nothing wrong."
Old Zhao looked at him puzzledly.
The chief judge glanced at the table behind the young man, looking at the densely packed files on it, and sighed: "You must be very tired after reading so many files. So, you should go and have a rest with your master first. When you have enough energy, you can come back to handle the case. Your health is your capital!"
"I'm not tired." The young man was overjoyed and said quickly, "I can work now."
Lao Zhao said unhappily, "If you say you are tired, then you are tired. Take a good rest first. We can talk about this later. Don't be anxious yet."
"Well, once a major case like this is launched, there will be no chance to rest. Take a good rest for two days first." The chief judge said with a smile, characterizing the matter, then patted the young man on the shoulder, turned and left.
The young man opened his mouth slightly, and seeing that the president of the court said so, he could only give up with regret. However, he was still excited and happy in his heart. The president of the court supported him, which meant that his persistence was right.
"Come with me." Old Zhao took the young man to his office with a gloomy face.
The curtains and doors are closed.
"Master, you don't need to persuade me anymore." The young man also knew his master, and said as soon as he entered the door: "This time I have made up my mind!"
Old Zhao remained silent for a long while before he said, "You have been busy reading the files these days. Do you know how many major events have happened outside?"
"Hmm?" The young man looked at his master in confusion.
"Now our Termite City is officially renamed Bright City."
Old Zhao stared at him and said, "You must have heard about this news, right?"
"Yes, I heard about the change of city lord." The young man nodded. This was indeed a big event, and his colleagues around him were all talking about it.
"Then do you know who the new city lord is?" Old Zhao stared at his apprentice.
The young man asked in confusion, "Could it be that the new city lord wants to change the laws? Our laws are copied from the inner city. Although we have made some local adjustments, as long as the general laws remain unchanged, murder will always be a serious crime."
Old Zhao shook his head and said, "The person you are investigating is our new city lord."
The young man was stunned for a few seconds before he suddenly widened his eyes and said in astonishment: "Master...you, what did you say?"
"The person you want to arrest and convict is the new city lord!" Old Zhao repeated word for word seriously again.
The young man was stunned, the blood in his brain flowed backwards, and countless thoughts were confused.
"In the political struggle, the Queen Ant lost, the new city lord took over, and all the files in your hands will be destroyed." Old Zhao looked deeply at his apprentice and said slowly: "No matter what he did, only positive voices have appeared now. If you investigate these things at this time, do you think they will be accepted?"
The young man stood there blankly. Although he believed in justice, he was not a fool. He naturally understood that at this moment, all the evidence in his hands had turned into waste paper.
Lao Zhao came to the window, looked at the foggy sky outside, and said slowly: "It's getting dark, and it's getting late. Don't get involved in this matter anymore. Go back and have a good rest for a few days. I'll give you a week's vacation with pay."
After a long time, the young man walked out of the city-state guardhouse with a buzzing mind. He looked up and found that it was really dark.
He smiled bitterly, and countless thoughts and ideas in his mind were overturned at this moment.
Two days later.
Lao Zhao, who was handling a case, was called to the court and received a message.
His apprentice Ye Ming got drunk at night and fell into the river and drowned.
A bulging "letter" was handed to Lao Zhao, and the chief judge sighed and said, "Your apprentice is a good man. Please accept my condolences. I will provide a pension to his family as if he died while handling a case."
Old Zhao stared blankly at the envelope in front of him, his face pale and cold sweat breaking out all over his body.
For a long time, he did not receive the letter, but just turned around and left numbly.
A few days later.
At the apprentice's funeral, Lao Zhao bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums to mourn, but when he arrived, he found that the funeral was very large. In addition to the apprentice, the apprentice's family also died because of a fire in their home.
A light drizzle fell from the sky.
Old Zhao's face was twitching.
Whenever it rains, the muscles on his face would twist uncontrollably. This was a hidden disease he had developed while working on a case, and it had been going on for many years...
An umbrella covered Lao Zhao's head. The chief judge sighed and said, "My condolences..."
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As time passed, the order of the City of Light was gradually restored.
Xu Shen sat in the rebuilt Hall of Light. Now the whole city was under his control. He coordinated the forces of each district and regarded all other sects as heretical cults, only respecting the Church of Light!
Naturally, this behavior led to fierce resistance from countless people, and the resistance from these believers was more fierce than that of ordinary people.
This also led to some bloodshed.
Xu Shen wants to coordinate all the religious sects in the city, allowing only one voice in politics and the same applies to faith.
Truly give equal importance to the body and the spirit.
At this moment, a letter was handed to Xu Shen, on which he openly recommended himself as a member of the anti-internal army.
