Facing several people who came back, the Public Security Bureau Chief's face became solemn. He asked slowly: "You said those people said Han governments? What do they really say that?"

When the police officers saw the director's expression, they instinctively looked at their sloppy shorthand, and then confirmed what they said before: "Yes. So they said."

The police chief's face looked even worse, but he did not see his expression. The word "Han official" made the police chief feel that something was wrong. As a paramilitary unit, most of the personnel of the public security department were transferred to the army. The army has been responsible for the large-scale purge for more than ten years, and the director has his own sensitivity to the "Han official".

"Leave the record." The director said in a desperate attempt. When everyone left, the director invited the senior from the Public Security Bureau. The two of them had a brief conversation and then began to read the record.

After reading it, the senior sighed: "This word is really ugly! I don't know if I write it seriously."

The director didn't care about these words, and his own words were not much better than these people. It was already the limit of these people to record them in a hurry. The director was shocked helplessly, "Tsk! These people... do you think you will lose money by catching them?"

All the quasi-military institutions were leaders of the academy. The senior was silent. He took out a cigarette and started smoking. After smoking one, he said: "Now the superiors have already said that the great purge has ended."

"We won't talk about this. I'm asking what would happen if we did it according to the previous regulations?" the director asked uneasy.

"If it were the past, all these people would die." The senior sighed. After saying that, he pointed another one and expressed helplessly, "But it has been so many years. Who would still do this? Hundreds of people."

The director lighted a cigarette for himself at a loss, but he didn't know what to do. The cleaning was over, and according to the principle, it could no longer be adopted. Thinking of this, the director said to the senior: "How about this matter, let's take a look?"

The senior thought about it and thought that this was feasible. So far, let’s see what happened later.

As soon as he decided to respond, the secretary of the Luoyang prefect came and asked for a record of the matter. The director was about to give it out, and the senior said to the secretary: "You copy one."

"Why do you have to be so troublesome?" The secretary felt a little impatient when he thought of doing paperwork again.

The senior was born in the army and immediately refused, "If we were asked to testify in the future, there would be evidence."

Although the secretary's position is important, he has not yet surpassed the Public Security Bureau. Seeing that the senior was so persistent, he could only take out a pen to start copying. After writing, he took it back for Wang Quanle to read it.

When Wang Quanle saw it, he frowned. He put down his confession and said dissatisfiedly: "What do these people think? What is the Han government? Go and tell Ma Qingchang that those people are not allowed to say that. Something reasonable can make them say it is unreasonable."

After hearing this, the secretary agreed immediately, but asked again: "This time the people from the Health Department are smart and said they have to go there again. It would be inappropriate to let Ma Qingchang send a message. People will recognize him."

Wang Quanle snorted. He originally thought the Taxation Bureau was annoying and wanted to clean up the Taxation Bureau. He really started to feel that cleaning up the Taxation Bureau was more troublesome than expected. After thinking about it, he replied: "Let Ma Qingchang find someone by himself and arrange it to join the epidemic prevention people. In addition, go and ask the court, is the prison ready?"

The next morning, Hong Nanfeng looked at the confession asked and felt very satisfied. The villagers of the village had a clear attitude and believed that they were true gods and second-class people, and had nothing to do with the Han people. According to the standards of the Great Purge, these people could already handle it qualitatively. Let the secretary class copy the inquiry, and Hong Nanfeng started writing official documents by himself.

When he finished writing the document, Hong Nanfeng put down his pen. He suddenly felt that it might be better to send a document to the school. But his direct superior is the IRS, so it seems a bit inappropriate if he skips the IRS. Just when he was in a dilemma, the secretary informed that the Epidemic Prevention Bureau and the prison came together.

When Hong Nanfeng guessed that the prison was probably mixed up at the request of the epidemic prevention bureau, he felt unhappy. But he couldn't continue writing at this time, so he decided to meet those people to change their mood. As soon as he met, Hong Nanfeng found that the secretary had made a mistake. It was not the prisoner who came, but the detention center in the public security.

"Senior Hong, the Health Department must come forward and ask if we can detain people in the detention center."

After hearing this question, Hong Nanfeng immediately refused. The cadres of the Epidemic Prevention Bureau looked embarrassed, "Senior Hong, I think some of those people are seriously injured. It's so cold that they may die here. We will have to send someone to deal with it at that time."

Hong Nanfeng looked at the people on both sides for a while and asked in confusion: "Why do you care so much about these people?"

The cadres in the detention center are also considered quasi-military units, and they are very familiar with Hong Nanfeng's expression. The cadres smiled and said, "Senior Hong, if you write a certificate here, we have come here, and you will be responsible for everything. We will not disturb us. Senior Hong, don't think we are annoying. The Zhenjiang Plague is notified to all departments and have specialized learning. If we do something like that, we can't afford it."

Hong Nanfeng's unhappiness and suspicion of being blown by the term "Zhenjiang Plague Incident", he also began to feel a little uneasy. The Zhenjiang Plague happened last year. In recent years, with the rapid increase in infrastructure construction in the Song Dynasty, local governments often used outside the Song Dynasty to introduce coolies in order to save expenses.

Originally, the coolies used mostly Japanese people, but the Japanese acted as a member of the Song Dynasty in the South China Sea area and have now begun to become foreman and manager. The meningitis that broke out in Zhenjiang was brought by the Japanese or by the barbarians in the South China Sea, and was not completely cleared. The result that can be confirmed is that meningitis broke out in Zhenjiang with the foreign coolies.

After this incident came out, many departments, especially the management departments, were held accountable because they did not respond before the outbreak, and many people were beaten to the end. Zhao Guanjia ordered this to be used as an example to promote it in various places and inform everyone not to have any trouble in health and epidemic prevention. Now it is meningitis, and if there is a strong infectious disease like plague in the future, it will not be unlucky in Zhenjiang, and the people of the Song Dynasty will suffer great losses.

After thinking for a while, Hong Nanfeng asked the cadres of the Epidemic Prevention Bureau, "Can you send someone to take care of him?"

The cadres of the Epidemic Prevention Bureau shook their heads quickly, "I don't count. Moreover, we don't have so many people. The conditions in the detention center are relatively good, so you don't have to worry about those people running away when you are sent to the detention center."

"You guys wait." After Hong Nanfeng finished speaking, he left the conference room and went to find Director You Yong and Deputy Senior.

After the two of them finished listening, You Yong didn't say anything. The deputy senior asked Hong Nanfeng, "What's the situation of those people now?"

Hong Nanfeng sighed, "How many people are probably going to be bad." After saying that, Hong Nanfeng became angry again, "Why not use such trouble before? Just let them dig a hole by themselves. Alas! The situation has changed, I have to keep them alive, otherwise I can't explain it to the higher authorities."

After Hong Nanfeng finished speaking, You Yong spoke, "I think someone will die if he dies. If the superior agrees with Senior Hong's opinion, no one of these people will want to live."

"What do you mean is not to let those people help?" Hong Nanfeng was very surprised by You Yong's coldness.

"I don't think it's better to let the people from the epidemic prevention bureau take away those seriously injured and sick people, and let's take care of those who are lively and jump around." You Yong said hesitantly, and after saying that, he was a little irritable, "Or shoot those people to death and bury them. That's all."

"No!" The deputy senior quickly stopped him, "It's not easy to explain to the superiors."

"Then I'll send a report again and ask what the above attitude is, whether we recognize our character. If the above agrees, killing early and killing late is killing." You Yong's tone began to become cold.

Hong Nanfeng felt that this was the only way, so he went back and told the two people who came this time that they would come again tomorrow.

The next day, as soon as Hong Nanfeng arrived at the bureau, before he had time to ask about the situation, the person in charge of the guard came to report that two people died last night. Even though he was mentally prepared, Hong Nanfeng felt unhappy. He ordered the two to be buried. Hong Nanfeng was a little absent-minded when handling official duties. He waited for a whole morning and did not wait for the telegram. In the afternoon, cadres from the Epidemic Prevention Bureau and the detention center came again.

Hong Nanfeng barely controlled his impulse and asked them to come again tomorrow.

Another day later, another one died. But the telegram still didn't come back. Hong Nanfeng really couldn't help it. Why was it so difficult to telegram? In the afternoon, the people from the Epidemic Prevention Bureau came. This time, Hong Nanfeng couldn't hold on and asked the people from the Epidemic Prevention Bureau to pick up those who seemed to have problems.

The Epidemic Prevention Bureau picked up more than 20 people that day. After sending them to treatment, they met Ma Qingchang that night. After suffering these few days of crime, these people dared not act rashly anymore. They cried to Ma Qingchang and shouted, "Beg Dad Ma to help me."

Seeing the tragic situation of these people, Ma Qingchang was afraid and hated. He struggled all night, and in the morning of the next day, he had red eyes and went to knock on the door of the prefect's secretary with a stack of manuscripts. The secretary yawned and opened the door. When he saw that it was Ma Qingchang, he let him in without saying much.

It was almost noon, and the secretary handed over a beautiful piece to the prefect of Wang Quanle. Wang Quanle looked at a few pages and slapped the table, "Is that right?"

After saying that, he simply put down the document and smoked a cigarette happily. The secretary quickly lit it for Wang Quanle and sprayed a sip of cigarette with satisfaction. Wang Quanle said happily: "This is right! That's right! The tax bureau has organized crimes and forced confessions, and does not take the justice seriously at all. It's right to write this."

"Can I send it out now?" the secretary asked with a smile. He was naturally happy that what he racked his brains to write was praised. However, one of the tasks of the secretary was to remind his superiors that it was useless to read by others. Wang Quanle wanted to clean up the tax bureau and had to order from his superiors.
Chapter completed!