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As a veteran of investigative work for many years, Superintendent Lin knows that the results obtained through interrogation are often distrustful.

After being tortured, these people are usually inclined to provide misleading information to avoid further persecution.

In the end, our comrades worked hard but achieved little results.

People often say,

That's why it only takes one piece of fake intelligence to make everyone admit that someone committed the crime.

Therefore,

We still need reliable evidence.

There was a tense atmosphere in the focus room.

It was just past noon, but the members of the case team felt as if time had stood still.

Superintendent Lao Lin frowned and tapped the table with his palms in a clear rhythm.

Almost two days had passed, and he had led his team to thoroughly search the suspect Kang Zhixiong's house, but there was no breakthrough.

Kang Zhixiong has no relatives to be found, and his friends and colleagues are puzzled by his arrest and unable to provide any valuable clues.

It is believed that Kang Zhixiong is a low-key person and it is impossible for him to do such a cruel thing.

Finding solid evidence is even harder than climbing a mountain.

And at this moment,

Superintendent Lao Lin suddenly looked up and asked Officer Aiguo: "What do you think we should do?"

His colleague Zhou Ke and other team members focused their attention on the patriotic policeman.

It was also under his guidance that the true face of Kang Zhixiong was revealed.

At critical moments, we can only rely on patriotic police officers.

Under the concerned gaze, the patriotic policeman slowly touched his eyebrows and said, "Dig."

"What, digging graves?" Zhou Ke was surprised.

The patriotic policeman stood up and looked forward with a firm gaze. "Kang Zhixiong's wife died suddenly in front of **, which is very suspicious. This is exactly what we need to explore in depth."

"You destroyed a good grave. Isn't that... not good? Maybe there is some... secret inside," an old team member thought it was inappropriate and said with considerable worry.

The patriotic police understood the dynamics of his thinking.

The man's name was Li Huarong. He had previously worked as a financial officer and claimed to understand feng shui and numerology.

He usually enjoys participating in some outdated activities, and has been severely criticized within the department.

“I am a scientist!”

The patriotic policeman looked at Li Huarong sharply and stroked the ** in his pocket: "I believe those evildoers will not be easily exposed to the light."

Li Huarong seemed quite frightened and uneasy.

Dragging out your hand means that you have stomach discomfort and want to apply for leave.

"Old Li, I heard that you are familiar with ancient tombs. We still need your help in the future. Don't be a wimp," Zhou Ke, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and expressed the same concern.

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Li Mingzhi's face turned pale. He finally didn't dare to refuse and nodded hesitantly: "Then it's settled."

As for the remaining companions, all of them were young people, and they had already rolled up their sleeves, eager to get started.

The spring breeze is blowing, and the challenge is on the stage. Who in the world today would back down?

Don't say it's just a lonely cemetery.

They even had the guts to destroy the emperor's mausoleums.

"I will contact the Civil Affairs Bureau and the Changping Ancient Tomb Management Office immediately." Director Niu nodded firmly.

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Human life can be divided into two stages.

The end of life is the first moment.

However, the traces you left when you were alive still remain in this world, and some people still remember you.

When the last person who remembers you disappears.

The last trace of your existence in the world will no longer exist. This is the true end of life.

Your exclusive record will completely disappear in the universe and be forgotten in the eternal black hole.

This is called the end of information or the sign of ultimate death.

In order to resist the ultimate death,

Literati write immortal works to pass down classics, and poets express their feelings through poetry and prose.

Military generals leave their names in history books, striving to be respected by future generations.

Ordinary people spent half their life's wealth to build small hill-like tombs and erect stone tablets in an attempt to leave clues.

But it was all in vain.

**After the family was buried, there were no descendants, and the inscriptions were only passed down for three generations**

This type of cemetery only lasts a few centuries at most, and has dwarfed over time. In the early days, relatives insisted on sweeping the graves every year and adding soil to the top of the graves, but this only lasted until the third generation, when no one continued to pass it on.

When the grave is completely forgotten, all traces of this person in this world will be lost. This is what is called information termination or complete destruction.

Most of the ancient tombs in Mentougou are buried with ordinary people, and most of their tombs are facing this situation.

"The rules for opening the coffin are extremely complicated. First of all, we must avoid the presence of people with conflicting temperaments."

"Three or two live animals must lead the way, followed by the sound of drums, pipes and flutes."

"During the excavation process, we need to start from the tombstone behind the grave to show respect for the deceased."

"A red scarf is needed to bind the path, and after three prostrations and many prayers, the process of bone disintegration and reorganization begins."

In the jeep, Li Mingzhi explained the details all the way.

Liang Aiguo was dumbfounded.

Although I can understand the existence of taboos, what about the "three taels of live animals"? Was this kid a thief before?

In the end, Director Niu could no longer bear such detailed requirements and customs.

He said calmly: "Lao Zhang, if you continue to say one more word, I will let you go to the cemetery tonight as a trap."

"I just mean well," Zhang Ruide shrank his shoulders and remained silent.

Considering that it is impossible to find Ms. Zhao’s grave directly from the tombstone.

The special case team went directly to the service desk at the entrance of the cemetery.

Although it is called a service office, it is actually a few dilapidated buildings.

The eaves were overgrown with weeds, and the walls had long since peeled off, illuminating a dim shadow under the blazing sun.

There was lush weeds growing in front of and behind the house, and the steps in front of the door were covered with green moss. It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

This is normal. The cemeteries nearby have long been saturated. Cremation has now been implemented and citizens are more willing to place their urns in the Oriental Bridge Cemetery.

The person in charge of the cemetery operation is a 60-year-old mature man.

His last name is Feng. When he saw the uniformed men approaching, he only glanced at them, his face looking cold and calm. "Most of them are things from the past, the information is messy and disorganized, and it is not certain that we can find the answers."

Master Feng carefully checked the identification documents of several people, contacted the Civil Affairs Bureau for confirmation, and then reluctantly walked towards an abandoned door. Pointing to the inner room, he said: "All the tomb records before the Republic of China are there. If you are interested, you can look for it yourself." Then, he put his hands behind his back, staggered away, and returned to the guard room.

Zhou Ke was of a straightforward nature and wanted to argue with him immediately, but Director Niu stopped him and said, "The person guarding the cemetery has a strange personality, so don't worry about it.

"

"Can--"

"Don't hesitate, we just need to hurry up."

Director Niu untied the chain around the door, opened it, and walked into the house.

Li Aiguo soon understood that the old man had no ill intentions towards him. This was the most economical and practical cemetery in the capital. In the early days of the Republic of China, only one dollar was enough to settle the resting place of a loved one. As time passed, this place was already crowded with people.

Occasionally, there are scenes where multiple family tombs are located close to each other.

There are a large number of files stacked on the bookshelf in the room, with an estimated total of more than a thousand volumes, each of which records a person's entire life.

Fortunately, the old man was quite diligent and arranged the information in chronological order.

The eight members of the special case team found Ms. Zhao's burial records in just one hour:

Name: Zhao Guanzhen

Placement location: No. 128, Southeast District 4

Buyer: Shang Chonghou

Date: 1948, December, 12th

Price: 100 million gold yuan notes.

"Oh my God, how much are 100 million gold yuan notes worth?" Li Aiguo couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

At this time, Zhang Ruide, who had been silent, said excitedly: “Don’t mention it.

Knowing that the situation was irreversible, the enemy desperately collected assets from the people and issued a so-called "Financial Emergency Order."

**Residents and merchants in the city began to exchange silver dollars, foreign currencies, and gold for gold yuan coupons.

This is how they plunder ordinary people.

Inflation was so severe that fifty gold yuan notes were only enough to buy a small box of matches.

Just a few years ago, my business suffered this kind of blow.

The wealth that our old boss had accumulated over the years was finally turned into a pile of useless things.”

Zhou Ke was surprised and asked, "Isn't there any other way?"

"Another way?"

Zhang Ruide looked at Zhou Ke and laughed, "How much do you people from outside the province know? When those enemies broke into my house with chaotic troops, if anyone dared not obey the order to exchange the vouchers, he would face a fatal threat."

Most of the workers in the railway factories came from outside the province after liberation.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with Zhang Ruide’s title of “outsider”.

This incident also shocked Mr. Li so much that he was speechless for a moment.

However, the article is not over yet. If you want to continue reading, please move to the next chapter!

In modern memory, the other side of the sea seemed to have prospered very early and soon became one of the four Asian tigers.

However, people overlooked that they had actually looted a large amount of wealth many years ago, including more than 40 taels of gold coins - this is just the data in public records. It is estimated that the real amount is far more than this number, possibly dozens or even hundreds of times more!

Minister Niu had heard about these historical events earlier. This time, he simply waved his hand and said, "Let's not discuss the past too much. If we find the archival materials, we should immediately carry out the relevant work."

At this time, Uncle Feng's voice came from the door, asking, "Should we start excavating?"

He was smoking a pipe. When he heard the sound, the cigarette in his hand accidentally fell off. He hurriedly picked it up, wiped the ash from the cigarette holder, and then asked with wide eyes: "What do you want to say? This is a place for the dead to rest in peace. Why disturb their peace because of the troubles of the world?"

Facing Uncle Feng's words, Zhou Ke, who had been somewhat dissatisfied with him before, immediately stood up and pointed at the white words "eradicate feudal superstition" on the wall and asked: "Old friend, what do these four words mean?"