"I found it!"

Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded.

In the black light area, somewhere in an office of the city-state guard house, a young guard suddenly stood up from the dense pile of files, his face full of surprise.

"What did you find?"

Another guard colleague next to him asked in surprise. When he saw the files piled up in front of the young man, he suddenly came to his senses:

"Still investigating that matter? I told you that these are unsolved cases and there is no way to close them. Even if there is evidence to close the case... the case cannot be closed."

"The evidence is conclusive, why can't the case be closed?!"

The young man's eyes were blazing, and he said: "So what if he has tremendous power? There is irrefutable evidence, how can he bribe everyone? As long as he is a lawbreaker, he will definitely leave a record. Even if he can bribe some people, I don't believe he can still bribe them.

Supreme Judge!"

"Isn't it a bit bad to really make trouble with the supreme judge? Let me advise you, it's best to discuss this matter with your master. He brought you here. Even if you don't consider yourself, he should consider you.

Master, don't involve him."

A colleague said meaningfully: "They may not be able to solve the evidence, but they can solve 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 world.

of light!”

The colleague's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was touched by what he said, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

His youthful years as a trainee guard.

I really miss it.

But after walking out of the training camp, I discovered that there were various conflicts between what the instructors taught and the reality outside.

Sometimes, they can only watch the fog people "sleep peacefully".

You can only get "justice" by looking at civilians.

In addition, what they do more is to clean up the "dirt" for the wealthy!

"Be impartial, but do what you can and don't force yourself."

After a long while, my colleague said something.

This is also a way of life that he has learned over the years of handling cases.

He has justice in his heart, but he also turns a blind eye.

If both eyes are fully open, death is not far away.

"What I am doing now is what I can do!"

The young man's eyes were determined and he said: "I have been tracking this person for three months. The power behind him is huge, but he killed someone, and killing someone is a crime! No matter what his status or who he is, he should not ignore human life.

, Now that I have collected these evidences, I will secretly hand them over to the best presiding judge and make multiple records!"

"I have thought that even if something happens to me, the people I entrust will continue to complete my duties!"

The colleague did not expect that he was so determined, and his face changed slightly, and he said: "If you think about it clearly, the source of chaos in our district some time ago seems to be this person. He has close ties with the military and is not easy to move."

"If you sacrifice yourself for justice, why not die?"

The young man obviously made up his mind, quickly gathered the information files in his hand, and was about to leave: "Wish me good luck, I will definitely succeed, and I must succeed!"

But after taking a few steps, he stopped.

Two figures stood in front of him, one was the master and the other was the director of the trial.

The two looked at the file in the young man's hand and looked at each other. The middle-aged guard among them said in a low voice: "Still pursuing that matter?"

"Well." The young man hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and said seriously: "Master, please support me once. Just this time, I swear that I will let the light dispel the darkness and let justice be done. Isn't this what we should do?

?”

The middle-aged guard stared at him, knowing this apprentice's stubborn temper, his eyes flickered and he said nothing.

But the director of the trial next to him laughed, stepped forward and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying: "That's very well said. He is resilient and enterprising. Old Zhao, you have brought out a good apprentice."

The middle-aged guard's face changed slightly, and he quickly said: "Director, Ye Ming is still young, I will take him to see more of the world, and I will seriously advise him on this matter."

Persuasion? The young man was stunned and said quickly: "Master, you have persuaded me many times. Really, as a disciple, I beg you once, let me try it!"

"Shut up!"

Lao Zhao angrily scolded: "What do you know? Why do you say that others are guilty? What qualifications do you have to investigate this? This kind of big case is not something you can get involved in. Dean Cai is divorcing her wife. Have you solved this case?"

, President Feng’s daughter was slandered at school, did you handle this matter? You didn’t do anything! Who asked you to meddle in such nosy matters! "

"But this is a murder case, and it is a multiple serial murder case!" The young man was not a fool, and said: "I know that the other party is a ruin-killer, so what? Special agents who break the law are just as guilty as civilians!"

Old Zhao was furious and was about to scold him, but the head of the trial tried to persuade him, saying: "Old Zhao, don't dampen the enthusiasm of young people. Wasn't it the same when we were young? It's our duty to redress for justice.

What you did, your apprentice did right."

Lao Zhao looked at him doubtfully.

The director of the trial glanced at the table behind the young man, looked at the densely packed files on it, and sighed: "You must be very tired after reading so many files. In this case, you and your master can rest first and regain your energy.

When it comes to handling cases, your body is your capital!"

"I'm not tired." The young man was overjoyed and said quickly: "I can work now."

Lao Zhao said angrily: "If you are tired, you are tired. Get some rest first. We will talk about this later. Don't be impatient yet."

"Well, once such a big case is started, there will be no chance to rest. Let's take a good rest for two days before we start." The director of the trial 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. Seeing that the director of the trial said this, he could only give up with regret, but he was still happy and excited inside. The director of the trial supported him, indicating that his persistence was right.

"You come with me." Old Zhao brought the young man to his office with a gloomy face.

The curtains and doors are closed tightly.

"Master, you don't have to persuade me anymore." The young man also knew his master well and said as soon as he entered the door: "This time I have made up my mind!"

Old Zhao was silent for a long time, then said: "You have been immersed in the files these past few days. Do you know how many major things have happened outside?"

"Huh?" The young man looked at the master doubtfully.

"Now our termite city has officially changed its name to Guangming City."

Lao Zhao stared at him and said, "You have heard of this news, right?"

"Well, I heard about the replacement of city lords." The young man nodded. This is indeed a big deal, and colleagues around him are talking about it.

"Then do you know who the new city lord is?" Old Zhao stared at his apprentice.

The young man wondered: "Does the new city want to change the laws? Our laws are adopted from the inner city. Although localized adjustments have been made, as long as the general laws remain unchanged, murder will always be a serious crime."

Old Zhao shook his head and said: "The target of your investigation is our new city lord."

The young man was stunned. After a few seconds, his eyes suddenly widened and he said in astonishment: "Master... you, what did you say?"

"The person you want to arrest and convict is the new city lord!" Lao Zhao repeated every word seriously again.

The young man was stunned, the blood in his brain was flowing backwards, and his countless thoughts were confused.

"In the political dispute, the queen ant has lost, and the new city lord has taken over. These files in your hand will also be destroyed." Old Zhao looked deeply at his apprentice and said slowly: "No matter what he did, now there is only a positive side.

The voice appears, if you go to investigate these matters at this time, do you think it will be accepted?"

The young man stood there blankly. Although he believed in justice, he was not a fool. Naturally, he understood that all the evidence in his hand was turned into waste paper at this moment.

Lao Zhao came to the window, looked at the mist-shrouded sky outside, and said slowly: "It's dark and it's late. Don't interfere in this matter anymore. Go back and have a good rest for a few days. I'll give you a week's leave.

Paid.”

After a long time, the young man walked out of the city-state guardhouse with his mind buzzing. 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 the case, was called to the trial director 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 director of the trial sighed: "Your apprentice is a good person, please forgive me and accept the change. I will give him a pension according to his death in the line of duty while handling the case."

Lao Zhao stared blankly at the envelope in front of him, his face was pale, and he was covered in cold sweat.

For a long time, he did not accept the letter, but turned around and left numbly.

A few days later.

At his apprentice's funeral, Lao Zhao bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and came to pay his respects. However, when he arrived, he found that the funeral was huge. Except for the apprentice, his family members were not able to escape due to a fire at home.

It started to rain hazy in the sky.

Old Zhao's face was twitching.

Whenever it rains, the muscles on his face will twist uncontrollably. This is a hidden disease left behind when he was handling cases. It has been for many years...
To be continued...