Water leakage means a fire. Not long after they fell asleep, a fire broke out in the archives?
He quickly shook Jia Xingwen and Wangcai awake, and said urgently: "There is a leak in the archives, let's go put out the fire quickly."
The three of them rushed out of the government office and went straight to the document warehouse.
But when they arrived outside the document warehouse with wooden basins, they found that the entire document warehouse was covered in fire. The fire was so powerful that it was completely beyond the control of the bad people.
The little water Zhao Xun and the others received was just a drop in the bucket.
"We just reviewed the files of Chen Liangfu and Wang Zhongyi, and then the records were leaked. This is really strange."
Zhao Xun looked puzzled, really unable to understand what was happening.
"Brother Jia, besides getting water to put out the fire, is there any other way?"
Although he knew there was little hope, Zhao Xun still asked with a hint of fantasy.
"The fire is too strong. The people from the Qintian Prison may be able to do something about it, but by the time they arrive, it will be too late. The only solution for now is to mobilize everyone in the Bad Person's Office to see how many files can be saved."
Jia Xingwen's words crushed Zhao Xun's thoughts. He clenched his fists tightly, thinking that he still underestimated the power of the secret forces.
Now we can only try our best to salvage the files and minimize the losses.
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After some mobilization by Zhao Xun and others, all the hundreds of people in the bad guys' yamen were mobilized.
Most of them were practitioners. They were very efficient in collecting water and suppressed the fire in a short period of time.
However, because the fire started so fiercely at the beginning, the files in the inner layer were basically burned, while the files in the outer layer basically did not suffer much damage.
Of course, the files of Wang Zhongyi and Chen Liangfu were located in the inner layer and were burned until not a single volume was left.
Bad coach Feng Hao immediately summoned Zhao Xun after learning the news.
Zhao Xun immediately rushed to the second floor of the government office. When he saw the bad man's face turned pale, he quickly clasped his fists and apologized: "Sir Feng, there is a leak in the case file library. I have an unshirkable responsibility. I wish I could pay more attention."
, send someone to keep an eye on it, maybe such a tragic situation won’t happen.”
Although this incident had little to do with Zhao Xun, Zhao Xun still chose to take responsibility.
Feng Hao must be angry right now. If Zhao Xun shirks his responsibility, Feng Hao will definitely be unhappy.
Any leader likes responsible subordinates. This is a matter of workplace experience. It is impossible for Zhao Xun, a veteran social worker, to make stupid mistakes.
Sure enough, seeing Zhao Xun take the initiative to take responsibility, Feng Hao, who was originally ashen-faced, sighed, waved his hand and said, "Well, I can't blame you for this. Someone deliberately wants to destroy the evidence, and it's hard to guard against thieves day and night."
Be on guard."
A stern look flashed in Feng Hao's eyes, and then he slapped the case angrily: "You dare to do anything under my nose, you are really tired of living. Zhao Xun, I want to invite an expert from Qintian Prison
Come and observe your mind. From now on, no one in the bad guys’ yamen is allowed to leave!"
Zhao Xun wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this. Mr. Feng really didn't look back until he hit the wall, and he didn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.
What did you do early?
After the gangster's violent death, Zhao Xun felt that there was still a ghost inside the criminal yamen. Later, after catching the Dongyue Swordsman, Zhao Xun suggested that Feng Hao invite the magic stick from Qintian Prison to interrogate the prisoner using mind-observation skills, and by the way, he also
You can clean up all the bad guys' staff to see who is the mole.
But Feng Hao was so proud that he never agreed.
Fortunately now, the fire in the archives could not be put to an end, so Feng Hao finally agreed to ask the Qintian Prison's magicians to investigate the culprits one by one.
This is really about saving face and suffering.
But it's not too late to make amends.
As long as Feng Hao finally agrees.
This at least ensures that the unscrupulous yamen will be stable and peaceful for a period of time in the future, and will no longer go around catching moles.
"Master Feng is wise." Zhao Xun flattered him and then continued: "Is there anything you need me to do?"
"Just do what you should do. Don't expose any flaws and alert others."
Feng Hao knew that the mole lurking in the dark must be a frightened bird. A slight movement might be noticed by him, and the result would be in vain.
The best way is to remain unchanged in response to all changes. When the people from Qintian Prison arrive, everything will be settled.
"I am going to Qintian Prison right now. I must stay still until I come back."
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Dazhou Qintianjian is affiliated to the Secretary Province and is located between the second and third palace walls of the Daming Palace, adjacent to the Menxia Province.
To go to Qintian Prison from the Bad Man's Yamen near Longshou Hall in Jiacheng, you only need to pass through a Jiacheng gate and then go all the way west.
Feng Hao is a strong second-level martial artist. He can step into the first-level martial arts in just one step. Logically speaking, he can move as fast as flying.
But in the palace, a big man like him must be cautious in every move he makes.
Because there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and if he does anything wrong, he will be criticized by those censors who have killed a thousand swords.
These guys hate bad people the most, and they think it's okay to make false claims. If they get a hold of him, they'd love to bite off a piece of Feng Hao's body.
Not in a hurry, Feng Hao tried his best to lower his cadence to a normal state, so that he would not be criticized for being unethical.
At this moment, Yuan Tiangang, the superintendent of the Qintian Prison, was making fortune-telling predictions, while his eldest disciple Li Chunfeng was waiting on him.
Yuan Tiangang is already in his sixties, with a slightly stooped figure and white beard and hair. However, the skin on his face is extremely well maintained, white and smooth, with no wrinkles visible.
As for Li Chunfeng, he is about forty years old, seven feet tall, and has a slender figure. His facial features are as sharp as a knife and an axe, and his star-shaped eyebrows and sword-like eyes are even more heroic.
If he didn't mention his age, some people would even think of him as a man in his early twenties.
"This hexagram is very bad."
Yuan Tiangang shook his head and walked around the hall with his hands behind his back.
From beginning to end, Li Chunfeng didn't say a word.
This is the tacit understanding that their master and apprentice have formed over the years.
When the master is telling fortunes, Li Chunfeng will not disturb him.
But while Yuan Tiangang was silent, there was a burst of commotion outside the hall.
"Chunfeng, go and have a look."
Yuan Tiangang dropped a word.
"Disciple, I obey."
Li Chunfeng cupped his fists and accepted the order and left.
When he walked outside the hall, he saw that the person who came was the bad guy, Feng Hao. He quickly raised his hands and said, "What kind of wind brought Mr. Feng here? You don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything."
"Master Yuan, I want to see Master Yuan!"
Feng Hao got straight to the point.
"My master is doing some repairs, so it's not convenient to see guests."
Li Chunfeng responded calmly.
"No, if I don't see Master Yuan Tianshi today, I won't leave."
Feng Hao had already made up his mind and simply acted rogue.