Chapter 1214 Breaking the Chains of Humanity (First Update, Please Subscribe)

In the spy game, everyone can be a spy, everyone can betray, and everyone can participate.

This is a war without visible smoke. You don't know where the enemy is or where they will attack.

Even the participants in this war never knew how the war was fought.

But one thing is certain: there will be no good end for any traitor.

Sheng Yaozu never thought that when he chose to betray his country, he no longer had any choice. He thought he could escape with his crime of betraying state secrets and run to India to live a life of debauchery.

But what he didn't expect was that he got the money but was unable to leave the Ming Dynasty. For the British, they finally got such a tool, so of course they would squeeze it until there was no value left.

In the past, Sheng Yaozu, who was eager to leave the Ming Dynasty, kept selling out state secrets, and he even dragged a former superior into the water.

He thought that as long as someone else replaced him, the British would take him away from Ming Dynasty. But he obviously made a wrong calculation.

The British broke their promises time and time again, which made him very annoyed, but even if he was annoyed, how could he use it?

You can't call the police, right?

After repeatedly asking the British not to be under their orders, the British made concessions.

"You go to Huizhou first, and then take a boat from there..."

But when Sheng Yaozu happily came to Huizhou with the money, he never thought that he would never be able to leave again.

…

Ma Rulong is still the inspector.

Even though he had become the most famous detective in the empire and had been involved in many major cases, he was still the chief inspector.

In fact, he had the opportunity to join the Criminal Investigation Department of the Imperial Police Headquarters and lead a team of the best detectives, but he refused. Compared to the Imperial Police Headquarters, he preferred to stay in Huizhou.

There are many things that are not here.

For example, the passionate samba and the charming Huizhou girls are unique to Huizhou. Samba originated from the black slaves in the plantations. After the black slaves in the plantations were liberated, the black slave women who married white people left the plantations and brought this dance to Huizhou and other places. In order to make a living, they and their daughters performed samba in clubs. Since then, this dance has begun to flow from the coast to the inland. Although most of the performers are liberated female slaves and "mulatas" of mixed black and white blood, it has also begun to spread among Chinese and European immigrants. At the same time, even the same instruments have gradually been replaced by percussion instruments such as bronze drums and gongs in the slums, from Spanish six-string guitars and ukuleles as the main accompaniment.

The skillful and seductive hip-twisting movements of those hot female dancers always attract men's attention, and now this has even become a local feature.

However, Ma Rulong did not stay here because of these. In fact, he just didn't want to reach the top level and get involved in politics.

It's easier to be a detective.

It was another rainy morning, and another case.

Another crime scene.

With a cigarette in his mouth and a straw hat on his head, Ma Rulong walked straight to the scene in the rain, across the muddy grass by the lake.

This was the body of a young man. It was cold and thin. There was some mud on the body, and it was lying face up on the grass beside the lake. One of the eyes of the body was tightly closed.

The rain was getting heavier, and the lake was covered in mist. The rain fell on branches and leaves, and then hit the roof of the car with a crackling sound. There was a strong smell of earth in the rain, mixed with the smell of grass, leaves and decay.

Although he was wearing a hat, Ma Rulong's clothes were also wet, and the rain poured down on his body through his wet clothes. He did not notice it. For Ma Rulong, the beginning of each case, no matter how dull the ending, is always the most interesting and challenging.

"He was stabbed six times in the chest, one of which pierced his heart. The wounds were scattered, so it might be an isolated incident..."

When Ah Hu, who was wearing a raincoat, introduced it, Ma Rulong was observing the wound. He used a pencil to pry open the dead man's hand, and after observing it carefully for a while, he said.

"He's a gambler. Go to the nearby gambling dens and see if anyone has seen him in the past few days."

"What?"

"There are calluses on the tip of my right thumb. They are caused by playing with dominoes. The calluses on my fingertips are so thick at such a young age. I must be hanging out in the casino every day..."

Standing up, Ma Rulong said.

"There is a ring mark on the left ring finger. The deceased must have been a soldier. Check his identity."

As a partner, Ah Hu naturally knew why. Although Chinese men would wear rings when they got married, they would never wear wedding rings every day. But soldiers would - many veterans like to wear rings with the emblem of their service unit to show their identity as veterans.

Then, he used a pencil to lift up the clothes and check the wound. He observed it carefully for a while, even inserted the tip of the pencil into the wound, and then talked to himself.

"It was murder. The stabs were intentional. The first one was to the heart!"

As the forensic doctor took pictures of the body, Ma Rulong, who had already reached a basic conclusion, lit up another cigarette. He looked down. The body at his feet reminded him that this was a premeditated murder.

The flash went off.

Ma Rulong took a few puffs of his cigarette silently. Actually, this was exactly why he liked being in the local area. There was nothing more interesting than a case, although there was nothing more common than finding a dead body. There would be one or two cases every month - unemployed vagrants, prostitutes, poor people, rich people, ordinary people. The causes of their death were various, including accidents, suicides, murders...

Various causes of death always attract his attention and arouse Ma Rulong's interest.

A few days later, the identity of the deceased was confirmed.

"The deceased, Sheng Yaozu, was a retired non-commissioned officer, a retired corporal of the Second Cavalry Division..."

Although it seems to be a very simple case, Ma Rulong still has various questions in his mind, but... they are just questions.

"There are many suspicious points in this case."

Ma Rulong said, looking at the car behind him in the rearview mirror.

"Boss, is there any doubt in that case?"

Ah Hu huddled in the back seat, staring out the window at the gray rainy sky and gray city. Huizhou was always like this during the rainy season, raining non-stop, heavy rain, light rain, moderate rain, from morning to night.

The car was driving on the street, and the wipers of the Volkswagen were swinging back and forth on the windshield.

"murder!"

"What?"

"That guy is a gambler, but no one would kill for a little money. That knife was fatal. I always feel that things are not that simple."

As for the leader, let Ah Hu speak directly.

"Boss, how complicated can it be? According to the information we found, when he left the casino that day, he had won more than 3,000 yuan. No one would kill for 300 yuan, but for 3,000 yuan... there would definitely be many people willing to kill. Money can move people's hearts!"

Indeed, money can move people's hearts! Ma Rulong, who has dealt with murderers for many years, knows that birds die for food and people die for money. There will always be people who kill for money. For Ma Rulong and his colleagues, the case in September of the 15th year of Shengde is just one of many cases.

The car was driving in the heavy rain. When the car turned a corner, Ma Rulong looked into the distance through the rain. On the top of the distant mountain, a huge statue was under construction. It was the statue of Emperor Shengde.

Ma Rulong once took his children to visit the exhibition hall at the foot of the mountain, where there was a model of the statue of Emperor Shengde.

He looked deeply at the distant sea, as if he was pondering how to lead the Ming Empire to victory. The sword in his hand was the patron saint of all the people in the world, and the chain under the scabbard was broken.

What are those chains used to imprison?

There are many different opinions. Some say it was the Qing Dynasty that imprisoned the Han people, while others say it was the white people who imprisoned the yellow people.

In fact, this chain can also be understood as the chain of all mankind.

(End of this chapter)