[The Case of Corruption in a Certain Ping Area] (116-138) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live

Author: Long live Long live Long live Long live
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Lai Wu was pushed back into the prisoner's line by the junior policeman. This was no joke. Once inside,
there was no way out. She only knew two police chiefs, and she craned her neck and looked around but
couldn't find . Wasn't this just walking into a trap!

"Hahahaha," the onlookers laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

"She's the queen here. The big brother's mistress. If you release her, you'll definitely take a bribe." The receptionist was really going after Lai
Wu today.

Just then, Officer Duo also came out of the temporary interrogation room. He didn't expect Officer Zhang
to release her so quickly. "What a favor! I'll definitely repay him in the future!" he thought. But then he realized something was wrong. "Why
did they put her back in?" "

So Officer Duo pulled Lai Wu out of the crowd. "Didn't Captain Zhang send you to pick up the child?
Why aren't you leaving? Hurry up and go." This was an opportunity to display his authority in front of a woman, and he
performed extremely vividly. Moreover, his reasons were very convincing.

The young policeman was dumbfounded and didn't dare to utter another word.

Lai Wu glared fiercely at the young policeman and then walked away swaying her big buttocks triumphantly like a catwalk model.

The receptionist was even more unwilling when she saw this. She was about to lash out, but before she could even open her mouth, she
was slapped hard across the face by Brother Wei, and her words were swallowed back.

"You have AIDS and you still sell yourself!" Brother Wei said while hitting her. Normally, hitting someone under the nose of the police
would not end well, but the following sentence completely stole everyone's attention.
Brother Wei's words would also greatly damage his business, and he would not say such a thing unless absolutely necessary.

Everyone around was afraid. Suddenly, they all looked at the receptionist as if she were a witch who could use witchcraft.
He prepared to stay as far away from her as possible. He completely forgot that the girl had just been slapped for no reason. And that wasn't all; what
was even more unreasonable for the girl was that because there were so many onlookers, many people knew about it.
Even years later, the girl couldn't wash away the consequences of those words. She had to go to other cities to make a living.

"I'll see you out. I'll come find you after I get off work." Officer Duo was determined to make up for the tragedy of not being able to penetrate a woman's body for several
hours . That was his life's tragedy and shame. Although he later used his
intelligence to rape the infamous Qiong Wei, and proved he
wasn't impotent when he hooked up with the prostitute Han Mou Lu, Lai Wu would never know this. He had to let Lai Wu know that not only was his
work noble, but his sexual ability had also recovered.

Otherwise, he wouldn't die in peace.

Lai Wu didn't fully understand men's thoughts; she was only convinced that Duo Duo would haunt her in the future.
Therefore , being rescued now might not be a good thing. Besides, she still had an unresolved issue in her heart. "Come
here, I have something to tell you," Lai Wu said, leading Officer Duo to a secluded, dark
corner . "I saw you when you went to Han Moulu's house that day. What happened?"

Her words sent a chill down Officer Duo's spine. Although the case was closed, and Ying Sheng
had been sentenced to life imprisonment as the murderer, he knew Ying Sheng was innocent! The murderer couldn't possibly be Ying Sheng. But he couldn't
say, because he was also involved; Han Moulu might still have his DNA. If he spoke
out, he would inevitably be implicated.

"What is it? I don't know," Officer Duo said

. "Don't play dumb. I won't tell anyone. Did you do it?" Lai Wu, trying to escape one
nightmare had only brought another. If the other party was truly the murderer, her words would often lead to their
killing. Many murders were triggered this way. Killing one person is killing, killing two is killing. To
escape punishment, a desperate murderer would do anything. It's absolutely wrong for Laiwu to directly tell the murderer, "
I know about your affairs."

The best course of action for her would have been to uphold justice and report what she witnessed to the police, rather than
confronting the murderer privately.

Furthermore, reporting to the police wouldn't have been morally wrong. Duoduo did save her, but the man's
motives for saving her were impure. If Laiwu exposed him, there would be nothing wrong with her doing so. She was simply doing justice.

At this point, we should discuss the proper relationship between people.

Some boys, in pursuit of a girl, often do outrageous things. For example, presenting her with 9999
roses at once; kneeling in the snow or rain outside her door for an extended period; silently bringing her food every day
without fail; and so on.

Sometimes, a girl might be moved by such extreme declarations of love, thinking, "He loves me
so

Wrong! Utterly wrong!

Most of the time, this isn't true love! It's a morbid pursuit of her inappropriate desires,
a manifestation of obsession and compulsion. He didn't love the girl, but himself; he loved his own
entanglement , his own thoughts, not the girl herself.

The consequence of this obsession is that if the girl accepts this so-called "love," the man will
treat her as an object, not an equal.

Later, when their relationship encounters setbacks; or
when (this is bound to happen); or even without any reason, simply when he has a relapse,
he will use the same mentality to kill. To kill the person he once "loved," in order to permanently possess
this "thing," to maintain this "love."

This is an illness; not love!

For a girl with good prospects, this kind of obsessive, self-destructive, and inflexible mentality
(many things in life are illogical) is not worth entrusting one's life to.

Fortunately, Zhang Moushun, who was secretly following behind, overheard the conversation between Lai Wu and Duo Duo as they went to turn themselves in.
Zhang Moushun had previously handled this case and didn't believe Ying Sheng was the murderer. Upon hearing the name Han Moulu, he immediately
understood what the two young people were talking about.

Zhang Moushun always liked to do extra work, so he immediately decided to find Duo Duo and question him in detail.

"Tell me, don't forget you're a policeman now," Zhang Moushun said to Officer Duo.

Although Officer Duo was suspected, he believed in his innocence.

It turned out that a month before the incident, Duoduo met Yingsheng's wife, Han Moulu, through an acquaintance and
developed feelings for her.

When Duoduo, the traffic auxiliary police officer, learned that Han Moulu was a prostitute, he was incredibly surprised. However, he didn't
see it as a stain; instead, he saw it as an opportunity. Otherwise, a
young man in the prime of his life unable to release his energy would cause great harm to his health and social stability.

"Sister Lu," the young auxiliary police officer said timidly, "Can I come to your house?"

"What do you want to do?" Han Moulu was very wary.

"I... I also want to do that kind of thing. I've lived this long, and I've never seen a woman's body."

"Oh. Is that so?" Han Moulu breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she thought this was a good
opportunity to curry favor with a traffic police officer. "Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, I'm not home. If you're not working, come over and have some fun."

Thus, Duoduo went to Han Moulu's bedroom for the first time.

Excited, Duoduo arrived at Han Moulu's house early on the appointed day.

(The following three paragraphs can be ignored)

Early in the morning, the city was already vibrant with life. Rows of breakfast stalls lined the streets, bustling with
customers . Pedestrians hurried by, all striving for a living. This displayed the
city's vibrant energy. This contrasted sharply with the desolate scene after the subsequent crackdown on prostitution.

That large-scale crackdown on prostitution, and the so-called anti-prostitution campaigns across the country, were entirely driven by the will of a single leader.
Personal likes and dislikes fostered corrupt politics and severely damaged the national economy.

Sacrificing the interests of the entire nation for the personal will of one person was a typical characteristic of the political situation in China from the late 1960s to the early
1970s , and it sometimes resurfaces in the 21st century, with the large-scale crackdown on prostitution being
one example.

At this time, Han's mother had already gone out to square dancing and wouldn't return until noon. Han's husband was still
at home .

It was a bit cold, so the auxiliary police officers ate some breakfast and
waited, rubbing their hands and stamping their feet, not far from Han's house. It wasn't until Ying Sheng went to work that the auxiliary police officer, Duo Duo, sneaked into Han Moulu's house like a thief.

In China at that time, men and women generally engaged in prostitution, soliciting male prostitutes, and engaging in promiscuous relationships, including one-night stands. If it was
for pleasure, they would choose after dinner; if it was to satisfy sexual desire, it could be at
any time of day. Duo Duo, however, chose to try something new in the morning when he wasn't on duty, to avoid
the gaze of other police officers. At this time, the police officers, if not on rest, had to be on duty.

The moment he opened the door, Duo Duo had to look down to see the woman. Because she wasn't wearing
high heels , only slippers, the woman appeared shorter than when they first met.

"Have a cup of coffee first," Han Moulu said, asking Duo Duo to wait in the outer room of the living room/dining area. Although
there was soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns that her husband had just bought from outside on the table, she still offered her guest coffee. She believed that this made
her seem more sophisticated. People without inner cultivation can only rely on external things to elevate their status.
For example, a mediocre actor, to reverse the contempt of others, might say, "You all drink tea, I drink
coffee ," thus boosting his own weak spirit—a thought consistent with that of a prostitute.

"Wait," the auxiliary police officer grabbed the woman's delicate hand. "How much?" This is
a . It must be clearly stated beforehand, otherwise, the other party might overcharge.

"Oh my, you're quite experienced. I'll give you a discount. Not eight hundred, not seven hundred, but
five hundred ! How about five hundred?"

"Four hundred," the auxiliary police officer gritted his teeth and stamped his foot.

"Oh my, 'death' sounds so awful. Let me compromise, four hundred and fifty. Give me the money."

The auxiliary police officer couldn't understand; four hundred and fifty also sounds like "death," but involuntarily, he
placed in the woman's hand.

After receiving the money, the woman prepared to return to her room. "Wait a moment, I'll tidy up the room. The food on the table is still
warm; you can eat it," she said to the customer before turning away.

Duo, the auxiliary police officer, didn't eat anything; he wasn't willing to waste even a second. He stood at the bedroom door, coffee in hand,
watching the woman work inside. According to the established "custom," from the moment he paid
until he ejaculated, the woman's body belonged to him. This applied even to the husbands of sex workers.

Later, when the police mistakenly determined that Han's husband had killed her because her affair was exposed, they considered that what
the man objected to was the physical intimacy between men and women, not the transaction itself. The "custom"
could still be enforced unless it infringed upon his other significant personal interests. In fact, the man didn't say anything about his
wife 's intimacy with other men; he tacitly approved.

It was a crowded but cozy room. The weather was already a bit chilly.
The warm-toned decorations and the scattered bedding on the bed gave Duo a very welcoming feeling.

The warm sun shone in through the window, making the room cozy and completely devoid of the chill of deep winter. The air was filled with the scent of women's cosmetics, and even a trace of the lingering stench
of a couple's passionate encounter late at night .
This made Officer Duoduo, who had been freezing outside for half a day, feel very warm.

In the rays of sunlight filtering through the woman's bedroom window, the dust particles in the air shimmered
with golden spots. They were engaged in irregular Brownian motion, endlessly swirling,
clearly visible to the naked eye. This was the so-called PM10 and PM2.5.
The PM2.5 concentration in ordinary homes was several times higher than outside, but people only objected to the "smog" outside, as if it were a public enemy,
something terrible to have; while remaining indifferent to the high pollution levels in their own homes.

The woman had a commanding presence, tidying the room quickly and efficiently. Soon, the previously chaotic
room became neat and beautiful. This was exactly what many men liked. Men liked clean and efficient women.
Only those boys just beginning to experience romantic feelings would be attracted to those lazy, sickly women.

As the woman bent over to work, Officer Duoduo's mind flashed back to
the scene of Lai Wu, heavily pregnant, making his bed years ago. "Where is she?" he wondered.

"Go outside and wait a moment. I'll open the window to let in some fresh air. I'll get you a new sheet," the woman said
shyly . Letting a customer see the messy bed she and her husband had made was like letting a stranger see
her in only her underwear.

Because feudal ethics considered sex dirty, coupled with their semi-underground working environment,
many sex workers also felt dirty.

The sex industry was considered unclean. Work and life should never be mixed. But this
was difficult to achieve for prostitutes. Most of them had to receive clients in their own homes.

The woman's words startled the man from his reverie. "No need. I don't care." The auxiliary police officer was anxious,
wanting to recapture the woman's pleasure, almost wanting to devour her whole. There was no time to wait.

"Is this okay? Then I won't change the sheets. It's not dirty. I just changed them yesterday," Han Mou said.

No one knew if she had actually changed the sheets yesterday. It was a "white lie." But even if
she had changed them yesterday, the couple had already spent the whole night on them. Many people couldn't accept that.

The woman roughly folded the bedding and placed it
on the floor between her and her husband's large double bed and the window, smoothing out the crumpled sheets. She patted them a couple of times. Then she drew the curtains,
carefully sealing every gap to prevent any light from getting in. It wasn't that she was afraid of light, but rather that many people nowadays
liked to use high-powered binoculars to spy on people in other buildings, taking photos of their private lives.
She couldn't afford to be careless.

The woman's movements were very natural, making Duo Duo feel a sense of "home." He
savored the woman's warmth, as if he had truly become Han Mou Lu's little husband.

Before the woman finished her work, she was already tightly embraced from behind by the man.

"Come on. Don't rush. Take off your outer clothes first." After freeing herself from the man's grasp, the woman
turned helped him remove his outer garment. "Take off your pants too. Just leave your underwear on."

The man also took off his uniform pants.

"Haven't you ever seen a woman's body before?" Han Mou Lu said with a hint of smugness. "No," Duo Duo, the auxiliary police officer, lied. She was heavily pregnant. He would never forget

Lai Wu's body . "Come here, let me show you." The woman untied her hairpin, shook her hair, letting the locks fall loose over her shoulders, making her appear even shorter. "Is it better like this or gathered up ?" she asked the man. "It's the same." The man hugged the woman's waist again and kissed her passionately. The woman was short and soft. "Such a handsome guy, don't you have a girlfriend? I can have sex with you for free." After the kiss, the woman helped the man remove his last shirt, saying, "Not yet." He understood that while having sex with a girlfriend was free, giving gifts, dining with her , and buying her clothes were much more expensive. "It's okay, I'll take care of you, I guarantee you'll feel amazing. Oh, your hands are so naughty..." The man's cold hands had already slipped inside the woman's pants, kneading her soft, warm buttocks relentlessly. The woman's buttocks were full, so she didn't feel the cold. Otherwise, if such cold hands had touched other parts of her body , she would have shivered. "You didn't wash your hands after eating, did you? There's soap over there. Come on, let me wash your hands for you." Han Moulu forcibly pulled Duoduo to the bathroom to wash her hands. (117) "You've never seen this before, have you? Come on, let me show you. First, help me take off my pants." The woman . The man really squatted down and pulled the woman's wide pajama pants and underwear all the way down. The woman put her hands on the man's shoulders, and pulled her short, fleshy legs out of the pants one leg at a time. In this way, the woman's lower body was completely naked in front of the man. A patch of dark, oily hair was faintly visible in front of the man, but the key parts were still covered by the woman's legs and could not be seen clearly. "Take off your underwear." Han Moulu reminded the man. Taking advantage of this time, she also took off her top . "I've brought you a condom." The woman first threw the man's underwear far to the other end of the bed, then squatted down in front of him and slipped a condom she had been holding onto Officer Duo's erect penis. "Your thing is so big!" the woman exclaimed dramatically as she put on the condom. Such words are rarely true, but men like to hear them. Some people, to comfort themselves, say things like, "The size of the penis has nothing to do with a woman's feelings or the quality of intercourse." This is complete self-deception. Even if the physical impact is small, the psychological impact on both men and women is enormous and cannot be ignored. The woman took the man's penis into her mouth through the condom and began to stroke it up and down with her lips. Officer Duo knew from chatting with other men, especially online, that women could perform oral sex on men . Back then, whenever he saw or heard about such things, he would picture a stunningly beautiful woman lying naked beside a rough man on the bed, nodding vigorously and sucking on the man 's erect, hard penis. But the current situation was far from his fantasy. First, he was standing, which wasn't as comfortable as lying down. Second, his position lacked masculinity. More importantly, it didn't feel as good as he had imagined. He hadn't expected to use a condom for oral sex. It felt like scratching an itch through a boot, and he immediately felt bored. Plus, he was afraid that this would cause him to ejaculate prematurely. After all, 450 yuan wasn't a small amount. "I don't need this," the man said, forcibly pulling his penis out of the woman's mouth. The hard rod even loosened the woman's front teeth. Although Duoduo was not young, he was still a novice when it came to matters of the heart. He didn't even know what to do next . So he tried to push the woman down with brute force. The woman seemed to enjoy it, giggling as she lay down on the soft bed. Her hair cascaded through the air, creating a beautiful, black waterfall-like curve. "You're so strong," the woman said. The auxiliary policeman, Duoduo, pounced on top of her. His firm chest pressed tightly against her soft breasts . He freed one hand and inserted his penis into her genitals. Duoduo couldn't see between their bodies. He could only rely on the changes in the woman's body temperature and moisture to find the right spot. The woman held her breath, nervously waiting for the man on top of her to find the right place.

After changing locations twice, they finally found the right door and connected the two. Immediately afterward, the man
began to move wildly on the woman's beautiful body.

"You're so amazing!" the woman said deliberately. "Last time, there was a young man about your age who
didn't want to do anything in bed, he just wanted to suck my...it was so itchy!"

The auxiliary policeman thought for a moment, 'Right. Why didn't I think of that? This way I could get a closer look at what a woman's...
it looks like. Too bad it's too late now.'

He didn't know that he could pull out and do something else before putting it back in; he always felt that once it was inside,
it couldn't be pulled out until he ejaculated. Even the time he raped Qiongwei was like that.

However, due to the excessive secretions from his penis beforehand, the auxiliary policeman's entire penis was slippery and
repeatedly slipped out of the woman's body. At this point, the man would hurriedly put his tool back in,
afraid of being fined if he was too slow. Later, during the operation, the man again misaligned
the condom the first time, and neither of them noticed that they had accidentally rubbed it off. And neither of them noticed this throughout the rest of the process.

Men crave the hard-won beauty of women, because these women are quite expensive.

Many perverse Chinese men have a deep-seated obsession with virginity. Some corrupt officials even spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a
teenage virgin. But male virginity is not so valuable; instead, it's a synonym for inexperience and
unappealing . A man's virginity is worthless. He even has to pay to lose his virginity.

Perhaps because the price of prostitutes was too high for a lowly auxiliary police officer, Duo Duo thought such
opportunities might not come often. He only had a salary of two thousand yuan, and even if he didn't eat or drink, he could only afford to have sex four times a month.
So, after several struggles, his penis still couldn't be pulled out of the woman's body. Finally, the man's semen
was ejaculated into the woman's vagina.

This was bad. After the auxiliary police officer left, the woman was soon murdered. The pool of semen left in the woman's vagina
became the final evidence. Later, after testing, the biological sample of Officer Duo matched the semen sample from the victim's body
with a 99.99999% match. This was the most convincing evidence that he ultimately became the scapegoat.

Before this, Uncle He and Qiongwei had thought that the semen sample might have come
from the offspring of other sex workers behind the building, carelessly discarded by their clients. Those women, fearing it would clog the drains, had carelessly abandoned their clients' offspring.
In fact, the police found another male DNA sample in the woman's vagina, left by Officer Duo.
This sample also became evidence of Ying Sheng's murder, as it proved that Han Mou Lu had had sexual intercourse with a third party.
This sexual intercourse enraged Ying Sheng, prompting him to commit a crime of passion.

Thus, besides the woman's husband discovering his wife's affair and killing her in revenge, Officer Duo was also suspected of killing her after an argument over
the prostitution fee. However, Officer Zhang was unaware of all this at this time; that's another story.

After ejaculating, the man bounced on the woman a few more times to see if he could get an erection again. After all,
450 yuan was not a small amount. He couldn't solicit prostitutes on the street; that would be cheaper. But if other police officers
saw him, he'd be fired immediately.

Just as the two finished dressing, there was a knock at the door.

"Your husband's back?" Officer Duo asked nervously.

"No, it's not him. He has a key," Han Moulu said, looking through the peephole. "It's alright."
After a quick glance, she opened the door and let someone in.

"Go wait in the bedroom," Han Moulu told the man.

Han Moulu let the new man into the bedroom. Then, apologetically, she said to Duo, "Officer Duo,
I have another guest today. I'm really sorry." Han Moulu had to

send the guest away. "Okay. I'll close the door myself
." Officer Duo, feeling quite satisfied and not wanting to be seen, quickly left.

Lai Wu, waiting outside, witnessed everything.
Although she saw the third party enter the apartment, she didn't know this person was also going to Han Moulu's house.

After some time, Laiwu saw the homeowner, Yingsheng, rushing home and then
stumbling . She naturally connected the murder to Duoduo. Although she saw
a third person go in and out, she assumed it was another resident in the building and didn't pay much
attention .

"So it wasn't you?" Zhang asked after clarifying the situation.

"No. How could I do such a thing?" Officer Duo said firmly. 'Such a thing' referred to
murder.

'Could it be him, Zhuge Liang fucking a dog—a moment of confusion?' Zhang thought. But he quickly
dismissed the idea. "If it wasn't Duoduo, the murderer is likely this third person who came in later.
Who is this third person? Should we investigate?"

However, Yingsheng's case was already closed, and overturning it would be extremely difficult. Zhang abandoned the
idea . More importantly, if he investigated further, he would likely offend a large number of his comrades. They
had uncovered a wrongful conviction, and it was a murder. Once confirmed, the responsibility of those who handled the case was immense.

Without public complaints, the authorities wouldn't investigate. The matter was thus shelved. Until the real culprit surfaced.

Zhang Moushun's primary task remained finding Qiongya and Ruonan. During this period, due to the highly
developed internet, news that previously circulated only in small circles quickly spread throughout the country. People discovered that "women
going missing" was a remarkably frequent and serious incident. Qiongya and Ruonan were among them. Stopping anti-prostitution campaigns—which insult women and stifle teenagers' outlet for excess energy—was an effective way

to reduce these "disappearances." But could it be stopped? ——————————————————————————————— The cult leader was about to personally enjoy Ruonan. He closed his eyes, imagining the scene of making love with this top woman of the cult. Before each time he favored a woman, he would think this through in detail. This time, he was even more careful, and the thought process lasted longer. He had to plan every step in advance, not only how to enjoy every pleasure but also for every possible unexpected event and how to handle it. He was simply waiting for a better opportunity to enter. That day, the cult leader went alone to the room where Ruonan was imprisoned. Unexpectedly, he witnessed a dangerous struggle. Although Ruonan wasn't bound, she was locked in a small room alone, and she wasn't allowed to wear clothes. Hongfeng's original intention was to use Ruonan as a reward for the men who had contributed to the cult. Unfortunately, the men in the cult...

There were too few women, but too many men. The men were too busy having affairs with other women to spare any attention for
the military prostitutes.

Of course, the most important factor was Ruonan's lack of cooperation. Although she wasn't allowed to wear clothes, she
resisted fiercely, and few men succeeded. The room was also filthy and smelly, spoiling the experience. As a result
, no man applied for that room anymore.

The cult leader arrived near Ruonan's room just as it was being cleaned. Because Hongfeng frequently caused
trouble at the crematorium, some of the management work was now handled by Xiao Xu.

"This is next week's toilet paper. These are your clothes. Put them on," Xiao Xu said, as usual, taking over Hongfeng
's daily cleaning duties.

Xiao Xu unlocked the door, entered the room, and handed the disheveled woman two ill-fitting outer garments. He didn't close the door to let the foul air circulate. The woman had just finished her period. A strong musty smell
permeated the dark room . Hongfeng had been secretly sabotaging Ruonan's image, deliberately preventing her from living a normal life. They wouldn't let her leave the room unless necessary, and she was forced to chant scriptures inside. The woman silently put on her clothes. These were clothes Hongfeng had discarded after wearing them for too long. The baggy trousers barely reached her knees, and the top was even smaller, requiring considerable effort to slip on, and it was still very tight everywhere. "Your room is filthy," Xiao Xu said, holding his breath. "..." Ruonan remained silent. The room's filth was deliberately created by Hongfeng, to prevent this beautiful woman from stealing her spotlight. She even deliberately didn't provide enough toilet paper. After Ruonan finished using the chamber pot, she could only use the scraps of used toilet paper , which wasn't enough to clean properly. It made her feel like there was always a ring of dried feces around her anus. The man tied a rope around the woman's waist. "Take your chamber pot and the trash. Come with me." "You're coming too?" The woman desperately didn't want a strange man to see her belongings. Even the sharp-tongued Hongfeng was better than a man. But her decision wasn't final. "Just go when I tell you to, stop with the nonsense." The man walked ahead smugly, like a sheep being led, head held high and chest puffed out. The woman carefully picked up the chamber pot, carrying a bag of used toilet paper, and followed behind, her steps faltering, towards the washroom and toilet. The cult leader was shocked when he saw the woman from afar. "Hongfeng has ruined her like this in just a few days," he thought. "Nothing is more ruthless than a woman's heart." Because she wasn't allowed to wear clothes, the woman didn't even have a place to put sanitary napkins. When she had her period, she could only use toilet paper to plug the opening of her genitals to absorb the menstrual blood. Sometimes she plugged it too late, sometimes it did n't stop, and the non-clotting menstrual blood stuck everywhere. Despite being so dirty, Hongfeng never allowed her to take a shower. After throwing away the trash and washing the chamber pot, the woman said to Xiao Xu, "I want to take a shower." The woman hadn't showered since she arrived . "No," Xiao Xu refused rudely. Hongfeng had clearly told him that Ruonan was not allowed to shower. "Please," the woman pleaded. The man suddenly had a change of heart. "How about you wash your face? Hongfeng didn't say you could . Go back quickly after you're done." The cult leader, secretly watching from a distance, couldn't hear Xiao Xu's words and didn't know Hongfeng had given such a sinister order . He thought Xiao Xu was deliberately making things difficult. He wanted to stop his unreasonable behavior, but stopped himself. He just continued watching. The woman looked at Xiao Xu with immense gratitude. This made Xiao Xu very proud, feeling like a savior . Ruonan, however, thought something completely different. Her only hope now was to escape this cage. The religious indoctrination Hongfeng had been putting on her for days had had no effect; instead, it had caused Ruonan to meticulously conceal her thoughts. This was something she had subtly learned from the 3D man. Now, her only hope was to escape this courtyard, even if it meant running out naked and being seen by the men. Not being given clothes couldn't stop her determination to pursue freedom. This later puzzled other believers. "Adulteress." That was their conclusion. Generally speaking, Chinese people are unwilling to be mediocre and strive for advancement. This is also true on a moral level. Those who do bad things usually find a good excuse for themselves first. "Why do I steal? Because I need money to support my family!" Only when they encounter problems, difficulties, and their path to advancement is blocked will they accept cults. Ruonan 's situation was far from that point. Ruonan used the short time on his way to the water room to secretly and carefully observe. Besides the living area, the other buildings in the courtyard were several rows of chicken coops and the nests of several large geese guarding the yard. The geese were currently lined up, majestically patrolling the yard. If an outsider appeared, the geese would swoop down, pecking at the intruder with their beaks, shooing them away and alerting the gatekeeper. The geese were very alert, so it was almost impossible for them to escape their cages without being disturbed. Near the geese, several brightly dressed, slick-haired women were playing with their children. The mothers varied in age and appearance, but all wore the same style of clothing; the children were all quite young, varying in size, yet all looked similar. Ruonan looked at the courtyard wall; she knew she couldn't climb over it. The main gate was in a corner, so even if it were open, no one could see inside or outside; moreover, it was usually tightly closed and guarded. Members of the church needed prior permission from the leader or Hongfeng to leave. Without permission, it was almost impossible to leave openly. While the woman was still observing, she was led to the long pool in the washroom, where several women were already washing clothes. Seeing the clear water, the woman first washed her chamber pot in a mop-rinsing basin. Then, she went to a long pool with many faucets and greedily scooped up handfuls of water, splashing it on her face. Suddenly, she noticed a discarded, almost rotten piece of soap on the edge of the pool. Ruonan, as if discovering a treasure , quickly picked it up. "Soap!" Ruonan was overjoyed, eager to tell others about her momentous discovery. But seeing everyone else's dark faces, she had no choice but to straighten her face and lower her head again. "Can I wash my hair?" Ruonan asked Xiaoxu timidly. Her hair was already matted together in clumps. It was all stiff. "No!" "...Can I...wash...my...butt?" "..." Xiaoxu thought for a moment. Perhaps she was thinking that she would also need to use that place later, and even eat that...

Inside. If that place was too dirty, smelly and unpleasant to look at, he frowned and said, "There's
a foot basin . Get some water to wash."

The woman looked at the plastic basin covered in grime and didn't dare to take it

. "Take it. Nobody cares. Use it as you like." the man said.

"...Too dirty." the woman said cautiously

. "Everyone here is cleaner than you. Hurry up. I still have to work." the man said with a double meaning.

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The woman had no choice but to pick a slightly cleaner plastic basin and scrub it vigorously. She scalded it twice with boiling water.
(Because the leader was a boiler operator, there was never a shortage of boiling water here.) Then she mixed a basin of warm water and
put it on the terrazzo floor.

The woman didn't immediately squat down to wash her bottom, but looked pitifully at Xiao Xu.

Xiao Xu was very angry and helpless, "I can't even bear to look at your lousy place! What's so interesting about it?
Never mind. I'll turn my face away." Xiao Xu didn't even move his body, but twisted his neck and turned his face to the side.

The soap scraps had been used up quickly while washing her face. Qingluan wanted to find another,
but there weren't any.

A woman washing clothes nearby noticed this and gave her a large bar of soap.
"I don't need it. You can take it," the woman said.

"Thank you," Qingluan said in a hushed voice. The other women were free, but she had to
wash her bottom under a man's watchful eye. She didn't dare look at anyone, lowering her head and blushing as she accepted the soap.

Seeing that the other women washing clothes didn't seem to notice her, the woman pulled her pants down below her knees and
squatted behind the basin.

Menstrual blood doesn't coagulate, so it had accumulated a lot of dust from the air, making Qingluan's crotch very dirty.
The woman happily closed the fingers of one hand, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it onto her genitals. Then she
vigorously lathered up a thick layer of soap. Then she carefully rubbed the wet skin.

The woman vigorously kneaded her labia majora and minora, trying to scrub off the thick layer of grime.
Thick, dirty water dripped down the woman's buttocks and inner thighs onto the ground wherever
.

From afar, the cult leader observed that even when she squatted, her
buttocks ; they remained perfectly round. This created
two "indentations" at the junction of her spine and hips. "Exquisite," he thought.

These characteristics were completely incomprehensible to a simpleton like Xiao Xu.

After washing her vulva, the woman carefully and deeply traced her perineum and anus with her middle finger, all the way
down her buttocks. She cleaned every nook and cranny of the cleft. The stench there was so unpleasant that
even she couldn't stand it.

After washing, the water immediately revealed the woman's fair skin, a
stark contrast to her still-dirty buttocks. At this point, her vulva resembled the mouth of a white-lipped deer, not only swollen and protruding significantly from the surrounding area
, but also with a snow-white interior to the fleshy buttocks cleft, covered in brown grime.
The white patches contrasted sharply with the local skin tone, which was a snow-white, almost male.

The woman was still squatting on the ground, the water reflecting off the terrazzo floor around her buttocks
.

The cult leader, seeing this from afar, felt another jolt of excitement.

"Are you done washing?" Xiao Xu urged.

The woman looked up; Xiao Xu had already turned back, staring intently at her. His
gaze was murderous.

"Almost. Almost done." The woman pulled down her pants with one hand and splashed
the remaining . It was getting a little chilly. The woman enjoyed
the slight warmth from the hot water. Just then, a cool breeze swept across the floor, and the enjoyment instantly turned into a
shiver.

The woman then used some cool water to rinse the muddy ground. She flushed the dirty water into
the latrine with clean water. Afterward, the woman picked up her reddish-brown recycled plastic chamber pot and, pulled by the rope,
was led back to her room.

Something came up, and the cult leader left for a while.

"Take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and give them to me," Xiao Xu said curtly after locking the door.

The woman obediently did as the man said. Xiao Xu

couldn't help but pat the woman's buttocks. This woman was too dirty and resisted fiercely, so
no one had been able to use her for several days. Xiao Xu himself was also useless to her. He thought she was too smelly. She was stinky all over.

Besides, Ruo Nan's man had introduced him to Silver Fox. That woman was too seductive, too alluring, too good at draining men's essence.
Even though only stayed for one day on the weekend, she could drain all those old guys completely, leaving them empty-headed.
After one time, they didn't want to do it for several days. As for Hong Feng, she didn't say anything because she hadn't been in the cult for the past few days.
The cult leader had arranged a mysterious job for her outside. She was never seen during the day, and she didn't want
to do anything .

After washing her bottom today, Ruonan's body odor wasn't as strong. Although other parts of her body
were still dirty, her face, hands, and buttocks were indeed very clean, white, tender, and plump.
It would get dirty again if she didn't use it soon.

"Don't chant scriptures yet. What's the point of chanting that lousy scripture? Let me have some fun first," Xiao Xu shouted at the woman.
At the same time, he plopped down on the woman's hard bed.

Hong Feng had ordered Ruonan to chant the scriptures written by the sect leader whenever she had free time.

"Master...how do you want to feel good?" This was the result of Xiao Xu's constant training over the past few days. The woman had become quite
eloquent .

"How many times did Master fuck you that day?"

"...Four times."

"Is your bottom clean now?"

"Yes." The woman nodded. Her face was burning red.

"Speak like a human!"

"Master...I'm clean." "

Where are you clean?"

"Face..."

"And where else?"

"And...and my bottom." The voice for 'bottom' was particularly soft.

"You washed your buttocks? And what about that hole in front of your buttocks?" the man asked loudly, deliberately.

"Yes, it's clean," the woman replied in a whisper.

"And inside the slit?"

"Yes, that too."

"What's that place called again?"

"The place to pee." The woman said timidly

. "Damn it. You don't even know that? That place is called 'stinky cunt.' Got it? You have to say it like that from now on."

The woman shook her head.

"Come here and let me see." The man, Xiao Xu, made another request.

When the woman timidly walked to the man's side, the man grabbed the woman's still damp vulva. The heel of his palm
pressed against the woman's vulva, his hand covered her labia, and four fingers reached the anus.
After being cleaned, the woman's vulva looked very delicate. Although she had lost a lot of weight these past few days, this area was still plump
.

"I can't see! Turn around and bend over so I can see."

The woman was afraid of being beaten, so she had to turn around reluctantly, sticking her buttocks out in front of the man.

Although he hadn't washed the entire woman's buttocks, only a small part of her vulva was cleaned. But her delicate beauty
was evident. Pink, hairy labia majora stood on the white and delicate skin. It gave off
a cute, adorable feeling, making you want to touch it. At the same time, a fresh,
feminine scent permeated the air.

"Put on a condom for me," Xiao Xu said, glancing at the woman's private parts before handing her
a condom.

The woman knew she was helping the man defile her. She hesitated.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for! Are you looking for a beating? If you don't put it on, I really won't, and
you'll have to explain to your husband yourself if you get pregnant!" the man roared.

Xiao Xu was using Hong Feng's absence as an opportunity to torment Qing Luan. He was forcing Qing Luan to put on
a condom before he would defile her.

The woman was startled and dared not delay any longer, reluctantly tearing open the condom packaging. Then she carefully unzipped the man's
pants . Inside was a large black bag. The woman hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly pulled open
the man's bulging black underwear. The thing sprang out like a coiled spring suddenly released
.

The woman was startled; she didn't want to touch the man's smelly thing. He stopped again.

"Never mind. You don't need to wear it." Xiao Xu said, preparing to stand up.

"I'll put it on for you," the woman quickly grabbed the man's genitals, tilting her head back at Xiao Xu.

"Put it on with your mouth." Xiao Xu became even more aggressive.

Knowing that each hesitation would bring her greater disaster, the woman couldn't control herself and
hesitated again.

Seeing the woman hesitate again, "Never mind, I won't wear it." Xiao Xu continued to threaten.

The woman quickly held the man down. She pulled the man's penis with one hand and pressed the other hand on the man's lower abdomen
. After forcing him to sit back down, she no longer dared to complain. She carefully placed the condom on the tip of the man's penis,
took the glans into her mouth, and pushed the edge of the condom down with her lips. She kept her mouth open until her lips
were buried in the man's long, thick, black pubic hair, and the glans was already deep in her throat. Only then
was she considered to have put it on for him.

Fortunately, Xiao Xu's wasn't as big as the 3D man's, otherwise Qingluan wouldn't have been able to put it on even with her cheeks bulging.

"Alright." After putting on the condom, the man finally stood up lazily, shaking
the meat sticking out of the zipper, and said, "You lie down and wait for me."

The woman lay down on the bed. Like she was looking for fucking, she lay flat on the bed. Only the back of her head and her big buttocks were bulging high.

"Who told you to lie like that? Do you think you're a foreign old lady sunbathing on the beach? And all four legs are stretched out
. Damn. You're comfortable, huh?" Xiao Xu shouted loudly in dissatisfaction, "Stand on the edge of the bed. Hey
... right. Feet on the ground, bend over. Put your hands on the bed. Damn it, I have to teach you this too! Oh my,
your tits are really fucking heavy." The man said as he took off his clothes.

Just then, the accident happened.

"Qingluan. I brought you something delicious." Qinglong called out the name the leader had given his wife and
ran over.

Except for the leader who ate special meals, everyone in the church ate from the same pot. And everyone had to be vegetarian, abstaining from meat and fish.

"With so many people, there's no good food." They could only fill their stomachs. Qingluan's husband,
after hearing the old women say that Xiao Xu was going to abuse his wife, secretly bought some tonics from outside and pretended
to give them to his wife at Qingluan's room. Unexpectedly, the door was locked from the inside.

Although Qinglong still couldn't control his wife, he hadn't
forgotten When he found the door locked and a man and a woman inside, and that Xiao Xu was again watching over
his wife, he was very dissatisfied, even jealous. He had originally hoped that he could
watch over . But Hongfeng had never paid him any attention. Besides, she was nominally Xiao Xu's wife,
so naturally she wouldn't give him that task.

He had just tried to take Ruonan out for some fresh air to bring her some good food, but he was too late.
While
Andsearching seeing his wife wash her bottom there made him furious.

"Our beauty was brought out by Xiao Xu today," one woman said.

"She's really pretty. But a little dirty," another said.

"Well, she washed it," one said.

"She only cleaned that small part that's used for men's work. Isn't that obvious she wanted to do 'that' with him
? It's good to be young and pretty. Xiao Xu hasn't even given me a second glance."

Xiao Xu has fans, though. Qinglong doesn't.

"It's only after washing that it looks shabby." The group of old women were still gossiping. "Only her face and the cleft of her buttocks
are white. Like a zebra in the zoo. The part of her buttocks that the stallion touched is white, and it's bulging
. Her teeth are yellow, on the other hand."

"But the girl's buttocks are really pretty. The cult leader couldn't leave when he saw her from afar."

"The cult leader should hurry up and sleep with that woman. Then we'll have another son here."

"I feel happy just thinking about this little wench's tender pussy being fucked by Xiao Xu and the cult leader."

"The cult leader is alright. Xiao Xu is so-so."

"Isn't that right? The cult leader's thing is huge. This woman must be so uncomfortable."

"Hahahaha," the old women laughed heartily without a care in the world.

"She has a husband. She knows what it's like, okay?"

"Her husband is no good. Don't you know?"

"I heard that slut has a lover outside. Otherwise, her husband wouldn't have sent her here."

"Shameless!"

"There are plenty of shameless women out there now! They look clean and tidy, even civil servants.
But actually, they're always with men and women, or accompanying their bosses to hotels.
What good things do you think they can do there!"

"Exactly! I heard that now it's not unusual for two people to book a room together. If they want to play, they need three or four
people to play together. What do you think? It's disgusting."

"Aren't you keeping the leader company here? The time the leader picked you, look how happy you were..."

"I'll tear your mouth apart..."

Several old women got carried away and started fighting.

"Keep your voice down..." One of the women spotted Qinglong not far away and sounded the alarm.

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"I'm going to kill him!" Hearing the women's conversation, the man was so angry that he almost went crazy. His mind was filled
with images of his woman and Xiao Xu messing around together. He pretended to walk slowly at first, then quickened his pace until he
was out of sight of the older women, then rushed to Qingluan's room.

These past few days, Qinglong had been conflicted. He couldn't control Qingluan himself, so he sent her to the cult for "re-education."
But he was always afraid that someone would take advantage of his wife. He was never truly at ease.

A man's jealousy often has very serious consequences—double-edged, three-sided. Both sides, or even all three,
will be hurt.

"What are they doing with my wife?" Every time he thought of this, Qinglong felt his face burning. He felt that
everyone he met knew his wife had been with many men, and they were all gossiping about
him . It drove him to the brink of madness. Before, when his wife was at home, he was afraid she
would have an affair with the neighbor; now, even bringing her to the cult, he couldn't escape this fate.

It was this anxious state of mind that drove Qinglong to Qingluan's door. Through the crack in the door,
he witnessed Xiao Xu raping his woman and immediately flew into a rage. He began banging on the door frantically.

"Open the door! If you don't open it, I'll smash it!" Qinglong shouted maniacally.

Xiao Xu wanted to finish ravaging the woman before opening the door. After all, this stunning woman didn't belong to her ex
-husband , but to the cult leader. He could exercise his authority on behalf of the leader without any complaints, so he hesitated to open the door.

The longer the door remained closed, the more anxious Qinglong became, banging even harder.

Fearing that more people would hear and cause trouble, Xiao Xu finally lost his temper and went to the door. He turned back and
handed the tattered clothes back to the naked Qingluan, looking at her tender flesh with reluctance,
pinching her thigh with his hand, and sighing, "How annoying. We'll find another opportunity next time." He then said to Qingluan,
"Hurry up and put it on." With that, Xiao Xu had no choice but to open the door, which had been almost smashed open. If there are people in this world who are always exceptionally busy,

Zhang

Moushun is definitely one of them.
As the head of the special task force, even though the Qiongya case hadn't yielded any results, Zhang Moushun insisted on investigating the 3D
man. "This person's path to wealth is suspicious," he thought.

So, taking advantage of an opportunity while handling another case, he secretly checked some of the 3D man's bank accounts.
He discovered this person was unusual. His movable assets and liquid assets were worth billions, and all of it had suddenly increased in the last few years
. "A company is lucky to have 10% liquid assets; how much is this guy's wealth?"
Zhang Moushun reasoned.

Based on his years of experience, if an ordinary person suddenly becomes rich overnight without a
plausible reason, then this person is likely involved in underground business, most likely
smuggling or drug trafficking. He believed that as long as he followed this lead, he would definitely obtain criminal clues.

But strangely enough, after a thorough investigation, neither the 3D man's supplier nor his subordinate, the 3D man himself,
was found to be a drug user. How could drug trafficking be like this?!

In the drug world, a large portion of people are known as "drug addicts." This means that these people are drug addicts themselves,
and to pay for their high drug costs, they take the risk of smuggling and trafficking drugs, using
the high profits to cover their own drug expenses.

But the 3D man doesn't use drugs. Moreover, these people who "use drugs to support themselves" are usually subordinates,
earning thousands of yuan at a time. Those who make big money are the suppliers, earning millions. The 3D man, on the other hand,
earns tens of millions. It's

infuriating to compare.

"This is too strange," Zhang thought. But he couldn't escape the closed loop of thought in his mind.

Zhang believed that the 3D man came from a fishing family, his family was poor until his teens, then he went out to work
for a few years, returned and started an antique and jewelry business, making a fortune. Even before the appearance of the Tribulation-Trapping Sect, his
account had seen several large remittances of tens of millions. Even excluding these large inflows, his monthly turnover was still
in the hundreds of thousands. And most of these were cash transactions.

'Besides buying military officer positions, what else could such large cash transactions be besides drug trafficking! Could
it be fraud?' In any case, the police wouldn't think the best of their suspect. This is one of the bases for the court's presumption of
innocence .

Zhang Moushun also investigated the 3D man's experiences during the years he was away from home. He found that his life was simple: born in
a small fishing village; as he grew up, there were no more fish in the sea, but more and more fishing boats. He then left his hometown with his fellow villagers
to work elsewhere.

During those years of working, except for the first year or so when he was unemployed, the 3D man only
worked for a high-tech company in a large city. Later, that company went bankrupt, and he returned. However,
his whereabouts were unknown for a year before working at that high-tech company and for a year after leaving that company before opening this store
. Furthermore, the source of the funds used to open the store was unclear.

Police investigations place great emphasis on the flow and origin of funds. When the source of funds is unclear,
it is very likely to be illegal proceeds.

Zhang Moushun then investigated the high-tech company. He discovered that the company was quite important and had a
promising , but it went bankrupt due to a lack of effective government support in the early stages of its technological startup. After its bankruptcy, it turned out that there was a Chinese...
The technological high ground that the company had secured was quickly taken over by foreign companies. The most ridiculous thing is that even though the country suffered
such a huge loss, some people were happy, saying online that this was similar to gutter oil and milk powder scandals, and that nothing Chinese
is good.

That company had no illegal activities or records.

After its collapse, its assets weren't even enough to pay the owed wages to its workers. It was the 3D
printer guy who, with great integrity, voluntarily gave his cash to the other workers. The entrepreneurs even
gave the 3D printer guy a discounted price as payment.

It's said that those entrepreneurs were extremely grateful to the 3D printer guy because
he had led the other workers in all the operational work in the company, from operating the machines to product design and development. They had only taught him.
The entrepreneurs' main job wasn't research or manufacturing, but rather frantically searching for ways to survive.

Letting intellectuals fight in the market—the consequences are predictable.

"Small private businesses don't need these high-tech products; if you don't bribe, the government only
gives jobs to state-owned companies, even if they're not good enough," one of the entrepreneurs later told
Zhang . Unfortunately, these entrepreneurs were all proper intellectuals, unfamiliar with bribery.

They weren't problematic either, and all worked in major cities. None of them were
like Niu Yun or Ma Feng, who made a fortune; they were mostly white-collar workers. There was no possibility of them repaying their employees with huge sums of money afterward
.

So where did the 3D man's money come from?

Extensive investigation yielded some clues. Although the bank promised confidentiality
, the police still had multiple ways to check private bank deposits. Sure enough, Zhang
found problems in the 3D man's account.

First, the 3D man's account had a lot of cash deposits, some from shop transactions. Zhang checked and found that taxes had been paid
truthfully . However, although the number of remittances was not high, the amount of each transaction was large. He checked and found that
these were remittances from big stars and antique companies.

However, dealing with celebrities and companies was much more difficult. When it came to tax issues, they wouldn't tell the truth,
and everyone was wary of him. But he still noticed a key word: "cultural relics!"

"He's in the cultural relics business!" Zhang Moushun suddenly realized.

But then he thought, "Wait a minute. He's always been in this business. He's still dealing in cultural
relics." "

Illegal cultural relics trade," Zhang Moushun finally concluded. Even though he didn't have
a single piece .

Zhang Moushun began his arduous investigation into the 3D man.

The only video footage he could find of the 3D man's cultural relics trade was his most recent painting sale. The video showed that the 3D
man was wearing makeup while selling the painting.

"Why would he wear makeup to sell a painting? Why would he wear a wig? Would a good person wear makeup?" Zhang Moushun
felt a surge of excitement.

Unfortunately, the 3D man's explanation was watertight; he was afraid of being robbed.

The 3D man then had to confess to the theft of his locker and the restaurant where he ate, and how he finally
escaped his pursuers at a police station. These thefts were all recorded in the local police station's surveillance footage. Especially
the small restaurant; the 3D man deliberately placed the empty painting tube where the camera could see it, making the theft
clearly visible on camera.

And although the 3D man refused to reveal the painting's exact origin, Zhang Moushun still guessed it came from
the crematorium night market! "He got lucky."

Based on the 3D man's description, the police indeed found the theft of the painting tube in the restaurant's footage
. The local police were already struggling to solve the case. Following this lead, the local police
apprehended a specialized antique theft gang involved with the antique shop assistant. The 3D man's
robbery was just one of their unsuccessful attempts.

That night, they robbed a small restaurant, a hotel swimming pool changing room, and even
searched the 3D man's room after bribing a prostitute. But they didn't find the priceless ancient paintings, so they resorted to tracking him
, preparing for a random robbery. Unexpectedly, he ended up in the police station. Who would dare rob a police station? Not only
did the robbery fail, but the mole planted in the antique shop was also exposed.

The large amount of surveillance footage collected by the Public Security Bureau completely proved this.

Zhang copied a large amount of video data, intending to check for any other activity traces of the 3D man.
However, there was too much. Such a check was beyond human capability. He had heard that there was an internal "Qiongwei System" that could
complete this task in a very short time, but he didn't have the authority, and besides, he was doing this on his own .

"He wore a wig because he was afraid of being robbed. Because the items he was carrying were too valuable. This
has happened to others before," Zhang understood. "Although he put on makeup first, only
those in this line of work know the danger involved." Zhang was quite analytical in this respect.

Now Zhang had helped someone else and earned merit. However, he still found no
clues . So he turned his attention to the source of the painting, "Could it be that he didn't find it at the night market, but
discovered it in that old house?"

To investigate, Zhang also sought out villagers from the crematorium to learn more.

At this point, Officer Zhang's actions were highly unethical, but no one could supervise them. Even if
the 3D man knew, he had nowhere to complain. Unless he was willing to become a neurotic petitioner.

This is how petitioning is forced into existence. If the local area could solve the problem, why would anyone want to go to Beijing? The real
pressure on the central government doesn't come from the petitioners, but from the incompetent and unwilling local governments.

Zhang's strategy quickly yielded results. The people causing trouble at the cremation site were not to be trifled with. Even if Zhang hadn't brought it up,
they would still be looking for trouble. For a while, the people causing trouble at the cremation site genuinely believed that the 3D man
had found treasure after buying the house, and there was much discussion.

This had happened before; a herdsman found a nugget of gold, and others immediately argued that
"natural minerals belong to the state" and should be confiscated. In the end, the government declared that it did not belong to the state and was private
property

In retrospect, those who demanded "confiscation" were those who couldn't get a share. If
they found it themselves, they would never have made such demands.

The 3D man knew this matter had to be handled properly, otherwise it would backfire. He first
hired to inspect the site, and then opened the gates of the courtyard, inviting village officials
to inspect it again in the presence of construction workers. Villagers were allowed to come and go as they pleased.

There were no signs of excavation at the old site of the courtyard. No golden nanmu pillars were found either (they had long been moved
out; the rosewood bed and huanghuali window frames had also been sold at high prices; some broken
door frames tracks, and they hadn't been discovered yet. If he confessed, it would only cause more trouble,
so he absolutely couldn't let the villagers know).

If you really did unearth treasure, according to the law, these treasures don't belong to the homeowner, but
to the state. This is why in many places, when underground ebony is unearthed, the local government wants to 'confiscate'
it.

However, although the treasure nominally belongs to the state, enforcing this rule is very difficult. This is because the state has
a regulation that those who donate treasure must be given appropriate rewards.

The problem lies in the word 'appropriate'. The public's definition of "appropriate" is at least roughly
equivalent to the value of the treasures being donated; the collecting departments, on the other hand, consider "appropriate" to be the amount of money their unit can afford.

This creates a problem. These treasures generally end up in provincial and municipal museums. While these
museums have money and funding, they lack dedicated funds. They might be able to afford a simple broom, but
buying antiques worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan is beyond their means. (And what if they buy fakes? Who can
guarantee the so-called "treasure hunting" isn't a scam? Not to mention that many people are hoping to use this opportunity to extort money from the government,
just like those unreasonable holdouts.) Thus, while forcibly collecting treasures scattered among the people
has become a major way for museums to raise funds, fulfilling promised rewards has become extremely difficult.

It often happens that someone finds
treasures worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan and donates them to the state, but the museum or relevant government department only rewards them with five hundred or a thousand yuan. This
becomes a national joke.

Let's set aside the question of whether the government's actions are reasonable, because this short-sighted approach is already extremely dangerous
. This time, you've luckily made a huge profit, forcibly buying antiques worth tens of thousands of yuan from ordinary people for only 500 yuan. But
ordinary people aren't fools, and with the media so readily available, who will be willing to donate any treasures they find to the state next time? The state's
assets will only end up in the pockets of antiquities smugglers. At that point, those government officials become
the real culprits in destroying national cultural relics.

The government's fantasy of "If you don't hand them over, you can't handle these relics. You
can't survive!" is beautiful, but it will never be realized. If you go too far and
force ordinary people to the point where they'd rather smash things than give them to you, not only will the government become a criminal for destroying cultural relics, but it may also exacerbate the conflict between
the people and state power, moving further and further away from a harmonious society. Even

if the stolen item is good this time, it's still just one piece, its value is limited. There will be more treasures later, and they will be more valuable.
But the people have been scared off by this one-off deal. Who will be willing to donate treasures again? Wouldn't that destroy a huge amount of
national property? What's the point of the original law that stipulates "underground treasures belong to the state"?

As a local government, you can only benefit once or twice.
The vast amount of treasures discovered over a longer period and in a wider area will be wasted due to the short-sighted actions of a single local government.

But the government has no choice; an official's term is only a few years; their performance and
promotion depend entirely on their achievements during those years; some grassroots cadres have low moral character and poor qualities, so
how could they let go of an opportunity to create achievements? The long-term interests of the nation have nothing to do with the performance of officials. So
why take care of them?

(The following paragraphs can be ignored)

Many Western countries demand that underdeveloped countries implement democracy, but "democracy" is not implemented arbitrarily,
nor is it "universal." It is a product of the social development of certain Western nations at a certain historical stage. It requires
a foundation: when democracy is implemented, the social foundation must be one where "people" are self-aware.

When "self-aware people" are not under pressure, they will actively choose
the direction that benefits society, because in their thinking, the interests of society and the interests of the individual are consistent.
However, this premise does not hold true in developing countries. In

developing countries, the primary choice for action is not "society," but "the individual." Furthermore
, individual interests and social interests do not largely overlap in developing countries. The reasons for this are
complex and will not be discussed here. Therefore, implementing "democracy" will inevitably lead to social chaos because
the goals of the main actors are not aligned with the social goals required to maintain "democracy."

If the government truly wants to protect these important cultural relics left by our ancestors, it must do at least two things.

One is to establish a special fund, with local governments providing supplementary rewards to those who donate treasures. This tells everyone that
even if the state initially fails to offer a reasonable reward, the opportunity has not disappeared. This also
alleviates the embarrassing situation where those who donate treasures do not receive payment and are instead called "idiots." In ancient China

, there was a king who loved fine horses and promised a large reward, but after a long search, he still couldn't find one. He asked his prime minister what to do. The prime minister said, "This is easy. Leave it to me." The next day, the prime minister brought a dead fine horse as a reward. The king said, "A dead horse won't do." The prime minister said, "If you have a dead horse, why worry about a live one?" The king had no choice but to reward the prime minister handsomely. Unexpectedly, the people, seeing that even a dead thoroughbred could be rewarded handsomely, presented a real thoroughbred. Furthermore, the state should prepare a fund for museum acquisitions. The source of funds can be multifaceted, including government appropriations and the appropriate sale of some less important cultural relics and antiques. For example, if a cellar of tens of thousands of copper coins is unearthed, half or even more of the incomplete or damaged coins could be auctioned off according to their quality. Certificates would be issued, and the treasures would be kept in the hands of the people. The money from the sale would be used specifically for this purpose. This would both prepare and help to regulate an unregulated market. There are many benefits. Of course, due to the rigidity of the government, they could not do either of these things. (120) In addition to museums, many other government decisions often became the laughing stock of the people, such as the implementation of the policy at that time.

Both policies—no tolls on highways during holidays and no entrance fees for museums—are absurd and ridiculous.

For a period, the government inexplicably introduced a
policy As a result, highways were inevitably congested during holidays. Some began to question this policy, arguing
that setting aside the legal basis for prohibiting tolls on highways during holidays, the consequences alone were unbearable. Large numbers of vehicles were stuck on highways
, and the harmful gases emitted greatly exacerbated smog pollution. How many
people were harmed, how many things were ruined?

Some said they saved 15 yuan on tolls but spent 45 yuan on fuel.
It's hard to say whether this policy benefits or harms drivers. Those who don't drive are all
victims .

Another issue is even more absurd. Many foreign museums don't charge entrance fees, so why shouldn't you?

We don't know what your government is thinking. At most, it's to encourage people to visit museums. But first,
you can't implement it. Would the Palace Museum dare to not charge entrance fees? If you dared to not charge admission, tens of thousands of
people would line up at the Forbidden City gates in the middle of the night every day. To protect the cultural relics, the only thing you could do was "limit the flow,"
letting only a few thousand people in each day. Would others be willing? What if a few crematorium protesters came along and said, "We've come thousands of
miles just to see the Forbidden City. We've been queuing for days, and we still can't see it. You decide what to do!
We crematorium protesters are not to be trifled with!"

What would you do then? You would definitely have to compromise and change the existing policy. If some units implement a policy
while others don't, is it still a policy?

Zhang Moushun's idea was that the police reward informants in drug trafficking cases with seized drug money. But
he had no money to reward those involved in cultural relic cases. He wanted to investigate but lacked the resources, so what could he do? He could only exploit the crematorium
protesters' willingness to disregard law and morality for money, their willingness to do anything immoral, and their often-idiotic nature,
using subtle hints and incitement to instigate them to investigate. After all, they were investigating bad people. Of course, even if they weren't bad people, good people would be
persecuted. That's alright, there are plenty of good people in China, one or two won't matter. The important thing is that people
will never associate this matter with Zhang Moushun.

Once the people causing the cremation commotion know there's treasure underground in the compound, they definitely won't let it go.

This method is effective, but it's incredibly immoral. Of course, they're capable of
doing .

In any country in the world, if you investigate which government department is the most unpopular, whether it's an authoritarian or democratic
country , an advanced or underdeveloped country, the most criticized are often the police or urban management officers—
departments that can restrict people's freedom and wield enormous power.

Of course, while the government is rigid, private individuals are very flexible. 3D men always handle these kinds of things
with extreme caution , like walking on thin ice. For example, regarding the Buddha statue, he balanced all aspects perfectly, leaving
the police with no room for error.

The sold bronze Buddha has already been on television; it can't be hidden anymore. At least the buyer has been found,
confirming it was only sold for 700,000. Ah Liang then helped the 3D man retrieve the uncut version of the TV program from the station to show
everyone, proving that the buyer was indeed this Ah Liang; moreover, experts had already confirmed on the spot that the Buddha statue was
fake.

Then the 3D man made an unexpected decision: he magnanimously
returned the 700,000 yuan to the original homeowner.

Although the price could have been negotiated, with each party receiving half,
both were satisfied after the 3D man and the original homeowner, who had been embroiled in a dispute over the cremation, returned the money.

Of course, the money wasn't given away for nothing; both parties signed a notary public agreement promising no further contact.

The matter was thus completely resolved. Even if gold nuggets were unearthed under the house in the future, it would be none of the homeowner's concern
. This was because the homeowner simply didn't believe anything could be found under the house. This book discusses
high-IQ crimes, the psychological preparation before the crime, and the necessary cleanup afterwards; therefore, these explanations may be somewhat
dry .

The 3D man's reasoning was that, although the Buddha statue wasn't originally in the house,
he had to admit it was. Otherwise, he would have to explain the source, thus exposing the secret of his own creation. Such
matters must be handled swiftly and efficiently, the simpler the better.

"Could it be that more treasure was discovered during the subsequent house renovation?" Zhang Moushun,
undeterred by his failed attempt, brought up the old story again, intending to cause trouble for the 3D man once more. "If the water isn't murky, the fish can't get out,"

he reasoned, and he went back to the original construction team and their workers.

Unfortunately, fate was against him. Everyone Zhang Moushun questioned could confirm that nothing
was unearthed during the construction. Only tree roots were found. This indicated it was the original soil layer, impossible for any underground artifacts.
Moreover, to protect the artifacts, the renovations required the house to be restored to its original state,
resulting in unnecessary expenses and an unsightly appearance.

Although this proved the 3D man's innocence, Zhang Moushun's investigation and his deliberate publicity sparked a new wave of rumors about unearthing mysterious treasures at
the Lijiezhai .

Zhang Moushun's unfounded suspicions caused great inconvenience and even losses to the victims, yet he bore no
responsibility. He even hoped the thugs causing the cremation disturbance could help him force the 3D man to reveal something.

At that time, the Chinese weren't afraid of not getting rich themselves; they were terrified of others getting rich. "The police wouldn't
inspect a construction team's work without reason. They must have unearthed some treasure we don't know about," Zhang hoped the cremation
disturbance people would think.

Who were these cremation disturbance people?! They were more cunning than monkeys. And indeed, everyone thought so. The village
was an uproar. Meanwhile, Zhang hid in the shadows, observing coldly, preparing to find
a flaw after the 3D man panicked. He would seize the 3D man in one fell swoop; incidentally, he would also arrest a group of major antiquities dealers; and, if possible,
rescue Ruonan.

Sometimes we call someone a "good cop," meaning they have a high crime-solving rate. But that cop might have a very dark
heart . For this reason, around 2014, a special agency of the Party
conducted a special rectification campaign on the position of local public security bureau chief (including deputy chief), because this position held great power but no one could restrain it.

Fortunately, at this time, the city strictly ordered that the case of the 3D man be stopped from being investigated further.

This was definitely not because someone had taken pity on him. Rather, the 3D man was a major taxpayer in the area and
the person who donated the most to Dapeng Township. He was unanimously elected as a representative by the villagers and the local government. His cremation caused a disturbance in the township government.
The government has lodged a protest!

China's political system is modeled after Western republics, with a bicameral system. The upper house is
called the "Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference," whose members are social elites nominated by local authorities), and its
members are called "CPPCC members." The lower house is called the "National People's Congress," and its
members are called "People's Representatives," elected locally.

The 3D man is a member of the local lower house, a very important position in Western countries, requiring
elections. In China, the election process is also necessary. However, the 3D man didn't run for office, but the government says he is,
and a by-election will suffice. This is because such people have significant social influence, and electing them
would benefit the government's work.

"You can't investigate any further without orders. If you do, you'll be making a mistake," the leader said sternly to Zhang Moushun.

"I believe he is highly suspicious. The last few paintings and calligraphy he sold were worth ten million yuan. He claimed they were family heirlooms
. But who can prove that?" Zhang Moushun said.

"Why should someone's family heirloom need proof from you? How can you prove it?" The leader was furious.
"Your task is to handle Ruonan's disappearance! How come you've got an economic case now? I told you to look for Qiongya,
and you couldn't find her. I told you to look for Ruonan, and you still couldn't find her! If you can't find her, then go look for her! Why are you here investigating some economic case?
Do you have too much energy? If you have so much energy, you should hurry up and finish the cases you're investigating." If

the leader knew he was still secretly investigating Han Moulu's rape and murder case, he would definitely be driven crazy.

"Anyway, he has problems. Especially the months before he worked at that high-tech company and the year after he left that
company I haven't investigated those two periods." Zhang Moushun still felt he was right.

"You can produce the evidence. The bureau will study it carefully."

Unfortunately, Zhang Moushun couldn't produce any valid evidence.

"You continue searching for Qiongya immediately. The national defense project is already in big trouble because we can't find her! You are one of the people in charge of
the case how can you still have time to do personal work? If you can't complete such an important official task, don't
go and do any messy things." The leader said angrily.

Allowing Zhang to continue his investigation at this point would have been irresponsible. The legal principle at the time required
the presumption of innocence, while Zhang was clearly making a presumption of guilt. That is, he first, without any basis, based on his
personal opinion, concluded that Zhang was a criminal. He reasoned that Zhang wouldn't have made so much money if he weren't guilty. Then, based on
this presumption of guilt, he used all the public power he held, which he shouldn't have used privately, to illegally gather evidence and
fabricate charges. While this wasn't illegal in the process of execution, only illegal at the time of indictment, it was extremely unethical.

Unless you can organically link those wealthy individuals to drug trafficking and forgery, arbitrarily investigating citizens' privacy
is unacceptable under modern legal principles and moral norms, and superiors would not approve it. Zhang was left with only one option: abandoning
national defense projects and the lives of people in Qiongya, to secretly investigate the 3D man.

In those melodramatic TV dramas, the more superiors order forbidding investigations, the more determined the subordinates are to investigate. And they
always manage to uncover major cases, ultimately proving the superiors wrong and the lawbreakers right.

Of course, the scenarios mentioned above are mostly nonsense. This is unlikely to happen in reality. These are all
melodramatic plots fabricated by screenwriters to make the story more appealing. Such fabrications neither conform to facts nor
follow normal logic; they rely on the advantage that viewers can't hold the production team accountable
for their nonsense .

But that's not all. The production team is already incredibly foolish. There's something even more foolish about
them: . They filmed a TV series called "Wu Mei," and fearing viewers would see women's breasts,
the department ordered that no shots of women below the neck be shown! Completely cut off.

What a joke! Secondary sexual characteristics are natural phenomena arising from reproduction;
only those with dark hearts and vulgar thoughts would have such a crude idea as cutting off the neck.

And that's not all; the administrators explained that the "cutting off" was due to audience demands!

That's even more absurd. If you really took audience feedback so seriously,
would you allow them to pull their modesty down an inch if they felt the exposure wasn't enough?

Even if there are so-called "audience demands," it only shows that this "audience" has immense power and
influence ; if they demand a change, you have no choice but to change it. Now, to shirk responsibility, the head office of a certain store has even
sold out its own superiors.

What's most infuriating is that there's supposedly a melodramatic novel called "The Legend of the Self-Proclaimed patriots." The protagonist's name
is also "Zhang Moushun." This self-proclaimed patriot from China, in just a few days, supposedly married two beautiful Arab women, both
princesses. This is not factual! The fact is, only Chinese women marry Arabs; for example, a
beautiful Chinese chess player married an Arab prince. Stories of Chinese men marrying Middle Eastern women are
rare .

Yet some idiotic viewers believe this. This is the case both in China and abroad. However, melodramatic
stories in China are more popular and receive less criticism from Chinese people; it's hard to say about other countries, including China. Even
real events are exactly like these melodramatic stories.

A representative example is the incident where a certain "Yellow Peace" organization sent people to China to steal genetically modified rice seeds.
They harbor malicious intentions, employ despicable methods, yet forcefully claim, or try to coerce the Chinese into admitting,
that they are "doing good."

These "yellow peace" organizations have always been at odds with the world; they'll torment you however you suffer,
which is why they're universally disliked. However, on the issue of GMOs, they've received
support from a certain prominent Chinese public intellectual.

"Those who destroy the ecological environment" destroy the "status quo" of the natural ecosystem; so-called "environmentalists"
destroy the "laws" of nature.

The same thing is happening in some African countries controlled by cults. To eradicate
polio , the United Nations has allocated funds to provide free polio vaccinations to the people of these countries. It's usually a
small, red pill the size of a mung bean; once a child takes it, they won't contract polio. The world will be free of
polio.

But this practice has met with strong resistance from local religious groups. For these peoples who
force , the slogans of African imams
are exactly the same as those of Chinese anti-GMO activists: "Their purpose in doing this is to make us infertile. To cut off our lineage!" 』

Genetically modified organisms (GMOs) are a crucial branch of tomorrow's high technology, related to the future strength of the nation. However, those
self-righteous Boxer Rebellion-like fools, led by public intellectuals
, are attempting to stifle it in its cradle under the pretext of "unclear effects on the human body" and "causing infertility in Chinese people."

Some profit-driven companies, disregarding national and ethnic interests, are using this as a selling point, proclaiming in their advertisements, "My
products absolutely do not contain GMOs!" The implication being that GMOs are bad. One prominent public intellectual
even went to *China to conduct an "investigation" he had no idea how to do.

Under such powerful external interference, a scientific
research project was almost strangled. Such things, unless written into a melodramatic soap opera, are something the general public wouldn't see.

But Zhang Moushun didn't stop his private investigation of 3D men. At least not ideologically. This isn't to say he
dared to disobey the screenwriter's orders, that he couldn't do anything without the emperor's permission; rather, it's
a peculiar habit he developed from his long-term work in cracking down on prostitution. He always felt that anything he didn't understand or didn't like was dirty,
wrong, or even criminal, and had to be eradicated.

This mindset led him to believe that even his sex life with his wife was unclean, which he constantly avoided.
As a result, his wife, deprived of affection for a long time, would frequently accuse him of having a neurotic occupational disease; or, occupational
neurosis.

From an evolutionary perspective, humans and other mammals on Earth share a common origin. That is, they
evolved from the same biological ancestor (a process commonly described as evolving from aquatic to terrestrial;
from simple to complex; from lower to higher). Therefore, animals in this biological system share a common characteristic:
they all have similar digestive, urinary, and reproductive systems (medically, human organs are
divided according to function; an independent human body has eight major systems).

Within these three systems, their structures differ, their entrances are different, but their exits are all conveniently
concentrated in a small area between the legs of mammals. In scientific terms, it's called the "genitals."
Of course, it's also referred to as the genitals in erotic novels.

Here's the problem: the waste products of the digestive and urinary systems are bodily wastes,
perceived as extremely dirty. This immediately leads people to conclude that the only remaining exit of the same system in that area
must also be unclean. Without even needing to think about it, when you try to cover the "unclean" exits of the other two orifices,
the exit of the reproductive system is hard to escape. The reproductive system, lying on the ground, is also caught in the crossfire. This phenomenon is
called "collateral damage." In

ancient times, when people began using leaves to cover this part of their body around their waists, it wasn't to
cover the external genitalia, but to cover the unclean excretory opening. Over time,
the idea that all three intertwined orifices were dirty began to sprout in people's minds and
became influencing our current thinking and lives, even leading to repeated religious or political
movements. Ultimately, "sex," originally the most basic physiological function of living beings and humans, has become the root of all evil.
This also influenced Zhang Moushun's approach to solving cases.

In those second-rate novels, the police officers who disobeyed orders and framed civilians invariably eventually obtained
evidence, proving that the good guys were all bad and the bad guys were all good. They were thus rewarded with merit, their personal
emotions were given the greatest expression, and the interests of justice were protected to the greatest extent.
The extremely virtuous women who used to look down on those petty villains also saw the "truth" clearly. No matter how noble, beautiful, or kind they were before
, they couldn't help but fall into the arms of those they once despised, opening their extremely beautiful bodies and
letting the lawbreaker or violator have their way with them.

Simply put, they used their own opinions to overcome human justice.

Coincidentally, Zhang Moushun was exactly like that! Or perhaps he wanted to be like that.

During those days, Zhang Moushun acted like a madman, always wanting to go to the crematorium after work, and then
sit down near the crematorium to observe. He needed to produce results now.

Many police officers were working more than the average person, and some even died from overwork. Often, it wasn't because someone
forced them to do this, but because they did it voluntarily. Without this kind of work, they wouldn't achieve anything, remaining
ordinary , unable to get promoted quickly.

Fortunately, hard work pays off, and Zhang Moushun indeed discovered something unusual.

That day, Zhang Moushun, as usual, sat down by a large tree near the Lijiezhai (a place name for a type of medicinal herb). It was a centuries
-old tree, a poisonous tree, but strangely, the locals all said it wasn't poisonous.

At that moment, Zhang Moushun saw a woman in tattered clothes walk into the main entrance of Lijiezhai.

'What's she going to do?' Zhang Moushun immediately had a thought.

'The things sold at Lijiezhai aren't affordable for ordinary people. So the customers there are all rich and powerful,
how could there be poor people?'

'Besides,' Zhang Moushun thought, 'nowadays, even if a woman's family is poor, she won't stay poor.
A young woman begging is stubborn. She can get married, or become a prostitute. Even if she's older or less attractive,
it doesn't matter. As long as she puts on makeup, someone will still want her. If all else fails, she can go to a plastic surgery country for plastic surgery.' Seeing that

no one was paying attention, Zhang raised his binoculars. What he saw next astonished him even more:
the poor woman was incredibly young and beautiful! Especially striking were her large, almond-shaped eyes,
the type favored by modern directors. There was also a captivating layer of color on her eyelids. Through the high-powered binoculars, Zhang was certain it was a light
layer of smoky eyeshadow, one of the most fashionable makeup styles for women at the time. "Interesting," he
thought to himself.

To promote traditional Chinese culture, film directors at the time preferred actresses with single eyelids and almond-shaped eyes
. This preference spread throughout society. Originally, the bride price for a wife was 800 yuan for single eyelids and 1000 yuan for
double eyelids . Now, the prices had been reversed. Of course, puffy eyes didn't count. Eye bags added money,
but large eyes were a no-go; if the eyes were too narrow, like a thin slit cut into the skin,
that could also be considered for extra points.

"Does someone this beautiful need to beg?" Zhang thought with a cold smile.

(121)

Through the binoculars, Zhang Moushun saw the beggar woman hand a piece of paper to the 3D man. The man took the paper and looked
at it . Then he handed something to the woman.

"Drug deal!" Zhang Moushun immediately thought.

"Brother," Officer Zhang's target, a woman named Hongfeng, dressed in tattered clothes,
pleaded pitifully in a place where Officer Zhang couldn't hear, "My father has cancer, and we've spent all our money. Can you please
do me a favor ?" Hongfeng handed over a medical bill.

This was the scene of drug trafficking that Zhang had witnessed.

The Incompetent God Cult forbade patients to see doctors, forcing them to endure illness and let it heal on its own. They would only send them to the hospital when they were near death,
to avoid the police not issuing death certificates. This medical bill was left behind by a cult member who had endured death. The amount
was enormous.

"I'm sorry, all our donations have been given to the Red Cross. I'll write you a note, you can ask them for it, okay?"
the 3D man patiently said to Hongfeng.

"What? Are you stupid!" Hongfeng wasn't faking it; it was genuinely her inner reaction. It was this
sincere rebuke that couldn't be faked.

It was this sentence that allowed her to gain the man's trust. The man, who had become so cunning from his association with cremation that
he was cleverer than a monkey when he was young," was unexpectedly
deceived so easily after his true feelings were exposed.

It's not surprising that corruption exists within the Chinese Red Cross; the key issue is its attitude towards corruption. After repeated
corruption incidents in the name of the Red Cross, the organization neither investigated the corrupt individuals, nor reflected on its practices,
nor was it punished. Therefore, it consistently failed to gain public understanding. This was precisely the source of Hongfeng's anger.
At that time, if government officials made mistakes towards the people, as long as they were not guilty within the Party,
they were generally not corrected, nor were they apologized, and they were not personally punished. This was a major root cause of public
petitions .

However, despite his trust, the man didn't heed Hongfeng's words. He was exhausted these past few days. He
not only had to manage the shop but also deal with police investigations and mitigate their negative impact;
another task was to gradually abandon the production of artificial jewelry and jade, as Ruonan had requested, and switch to normal business operations.

Ruonan, being well-educated, carefully explained the reasons behind this to the 3D man.

"You've done something illegal in your business. But it's not a serious crime. As long as you correct your ways and start
working in a legitimate industry from now on, the past will be over. There are too many examples in China of people accumulating initial capital this way.
If you don't correct your ways, you'll be brought to justice sooner or later. Changing careers is like laundering your money."

The 3D man wouldn't even bother to respond. So many people end up in jail
like that . Fortunately, the 3D man was willing to listen to Ruonan.

Many people know this principle, but often, because they don't know how to do anything else, counterfeiters will continue
until they are brought to justice. If they want to change careers, when to change, what to change to, and how to change are all problems;
someone must teach them. Ruonan was the one who taught the 3D man.

According to Ruonan's plan, they should invest some money in producing "residue-free chili bean curd."
Ruonan had long discovered that while chili bean curd with residue is delicious, not everyone likes the residue left in the mouth. If
you remove the main components—chili seeds and skins—there's guaranteed to be a huge market. This
was originally the first thing the two of them were supposed to do together after the 3D man returned.

Of course, without Ruonan, everything would be nonsense. For the 3D man, the most important thing was to find Ruonan
himself . The police are unreliable, and Officer Zhang is even less so. The skill levels of the police vary; they
possess a wealth of information, but some think one way, some act another; some achieve results, while others
get nothing. It all depends on whether the investigators' ideas are realistic and whether they are willing to
serve you. This is a root cause of the public's complaints about civil servants.

The public generally doesn't know if an official is corrupt, but they can sense their
attitude . Many officials have extremely poor attitudes towards the public, damaging the government's image. However, under the system,
such people, as long as they don't oppose the Party, can only rise and never fall, and won't be seriously punished. Complaining is useless.

Moreover, although they eat the same rice, people's abilities differ. The same case might take one policeman
months to solve, while another might solve it quickly.

Since the police couldn't find Ruonan, and the 3D man couldn't force the police to work as hard as A-Liang (she
didn't trust them either), he had to search for her himself, even though there was no legal relationship between him and Ruonan.

Despite not having as much information and resources as the police, the 3D man's intelligence was still
enough . Intelligence was his weapon. The 3D man carefully preserved all of Ruonan's clothes,
closed the shops early every night, and drove around the city with his three dogs.

The three dogs knew Ruonan's scent. Letting them sniff a piece of Ruonan's underwear was enough for them to
know who to look for. The 3D man didn't search the streets with the dogs, as that would be too distracting
and slow. The 3D man divided the city into several districts, and each day he drove around each district with his three dogs
. Unfortunately, after many days, he still hadn't found any clues, but he was exhausted.

"How could you throw money into a fire pit?!" Hongfeng ignored the 3D man's exhaustion,
shouting like Jiang Qing, her words full of logic.

(The following two paragraphs are not related to the book's content and can be ignored.)

People in the entertainment industry who govern are bound to cause trouble sooner or later. Few are as fortunate as former President Reagan. This
isn't to say that actors are bad, but rather that their working environment is only suitable for personal expression, not for developing
the magnanimity and ability to govern a country. This situation could very well reappear on the Chinese historical stage at that time.

The Wu Zetian and Zhao Zishan incidents are examples of this. According to the principle of "letting a hundred flowers bloom," since they weren't anti-Party or anti
-socialist , even if they had minor flaws, such unwarranted criticism was unreasonable. If
someone in the entertainment industry were given management, or the right to express their opinions undisturbed, they might
criticize based on their own views, rather than the interests of the country. Many of their views might be correct, that's fine. However, many of their
views would also contain biased and incorrect elements, which might be vented. This is when the Wu Zetian and
Zhao Zishan incidents occurred.

"Their Red Cross money never helps those in need; they only give a small amount to disaster areas. Then they just do superficial things like issuing
banners . The large sums are all put in the bank to earn interest." Hongfeng's words were true, but
they didn't match her status as a poor beggar. What beggar would know about such messy things?

(The following two paragraphs are irrelevant to the plot and can be ignored.)

During this period in China, the social welfare system was imperfect, and existing official relief
organizations such as the Red Cross, were overstaffed, rampant with corruption,
and used public funds for private gain. They misappropriated government-allocated charitable funds for land acquisition or investment, then pocketed the profits,
creating a chaotic and corrupt environment.

Inadequate relief forced those who had lost their ability to work and had no source of income to beg,
placing immense pressure on society. Many large cities even had to implement very strict household registration systems to prevent a massive
influx of beggars. The concentration of genuinely needy people and many unemployed
individuals seeking easy money created numerous slums in cities. The consequences were dire. To
understand how terrible it was, look at underdeveloped countries like Germany.

"I really don't have any money right now," the 3D man said. (Anyway, these are the two sentences they always use to get rid of beggars these days.)

"Brother, I can sell myself to bury my father!" Hongfeng looked even more pitiful; she was almost crying.

Zhang Moushun watched from afar, wondering what kind of drama the beggar woman was putting on.

"I already have a wife. You should find a good family." The 'wife' the 3D man was referring to was Ruonan.

"Is she pretty? Can I meet her?" Hongfeng thought to herself, 'If I could meet her, I must have seen a ghost
.' "

Don't even mention the idiot man. He glanced at this female beggar, and she's quite
pretty. He hasn't been with a woman for so many days, and he's actually a little tempted.

'Brother, it's okay if you don't marry me. I can be your mistress, your lover, your confidante,
anything.' (How could a stinking beggar know so much?)

'You little girl, the more you talk, the less you sound like the idiot man.' 'A grown woman like you can do
anything , why this? Here's two thousand yuan, take it first, or hurry up and go beg somewhere else.'

'Brother, I can be your maid!'

'Go, go.' The idiot man started shooing her away.

If it were any other beggar, they would have been overjoyed by now, but Hongfeng wasn't satisfied.

'I need to pee.' Hongfeng used her trump card.

'Pee outside. There are public toilets outside.' '

I'm not going. It's too dirty there. And there's a line.'

'Hey. You little beggar, you're quite picky. Everyone in line there is cleaner than you.' The idiot man
said. "

"You have a toilet here. I'll go to your toilet. If you won't let me, I'll pee here." Hongfeng
said, actually trying to take off her pants in broad daylight. The other customers, seeing this, thought, "This is a real beggar, otherwise how could she not
know shame!"

Afraid that the nun's urine would splash on their clothes and bring bad luck, everyone moved away. But they still wanted to see the beautiful woman urinate.
(He wouldn't even let them see his own wife urinate!) So after the customers retreated to a distance, none of them were willing to leave.
They all found a good spot to secretly peek.

Zhang Moushun moved closer to understand the situation.

"Let her go. She's a little girl." A more respectable older customer said.

"As soon as I take her inside, she'll shout 'rape.' Do you believe me? Then I'll go into (
the police station ). If she doesn't want to go to the police station and tries to pay her off, she'll be in even worse shape. It'll never end." The 3D
man said.

People who spend a long time at crematoriums become very vigilant in this regard.

"Come on, come on, come on," a young man named 'Arcamod,' slightly older than the 3D man,
pulled the woman outside. Arcamod particularly liked appearing in places like this.

The woman, regardless of the dampness or dirt, sat on the ground by the door and began to cry.

After pulling the woman away, the young man returned to the shop alone, placing an exquisite brocade box on
the counter . "Boss," he said, "would you buy this Zisha teapot?"

"Take it out and let me see," the 3D man said. He didn't lift a finger, standing at a distance watching. It seemed quite
impolite.

The young man, our Arcamod, unaware of the intricacies of the situation, seeing that the other man wouldn't lift a finger,
opened the box himself and took out an antique-looking Zisha teapot.

The 3D man's reluctance had its reasons. In such cases, the owner had to take the item out themselves;
otherwise, if the goods were damaged inside the box, the owner would try to take them out and claim the damage. Sometimes, the owner would even deliberately set
a trap, intentionally putting a damaged item inside.

The 3D man placed a rubber mat on the glass of the counter. "Here, put it on," he said.

The young man carefully placed the Zisha teapot on the rubber mat. "Look at the tea stains inside. You don't need to add tea
leaves to make tea; just boiling water will bring out the flavor."

"The condition is also quite good. Why sell it if it's so good?" the 3D man asked.

"My mother is sick and needs surgery. I urgently need money."

"This teapot isn't an heirloom, is it?" The 3D man immediately thought of his
excuse . 'If everyone thinks that way, it will be exposed quickly.' It's
hard to defeat someone who knows how to reflect on themselves.

"You're absolutely right. It really is an heirloom from my family. Look at the patina."

The patina on the Zisha teapot was excellent; it was clearly an old piece. Patina

refers to a film-like substance, about a few micrometers thick, that naturally forms on the surface of an antique after it has been stored for a long time.
Its composition is a complex high-molecular-weight organic compound, basically some heterocyclic cycloalkane derivatives. It is now
an important basis for judging the age of antiques. There's a common belief in the collecting world that "patina develops naturally over many years of storage
or is left after prolonged handling. It can't be faked. There are no fakes."

However, this is incorrect. At least two methods for creating fake patina have been circulating.

One method involves adding a specific ratio (this ratio is crucial) of butter
and paraffin wax to an iron pot. A stand is then placed on top. The item to be patinated is placed on
the stand , and the lid is closed. Heating begins until the butter and paraffin wax melt.
After boiling the oily substances and releasing a large amount of smoke, the heat is reduced to a simmer.

The item is rotated periodically to ensure even application of the patina. After several hours of this fumigation, the item is removed
and repeatedly polished with a cloth until the residue is almost completely removed. Otherwise, experts will detect it, as the coating at this stage
doesn't resemble patina but rather oil stains.

The cleaned goods are then moved to a different position and returned to the oil for fumigation. They are then polished clean again, and this process
is repeated several times. Finally, a perfect patina is achieved. The key to this process is the choice of fumigant.
Using vegetable oil or lard will result in a poor appearance, sometimes with a burnt smell and a greasy feel; it must be
tallow, and it must be mixed with paraffin wax. The ratio of tallow to paraffin wax must be precisely controlled.

Another method uses food packaging plastic film. This material is mainly composed of polyethylene.
Using polyethylene for patina is more complex and requires higher technical skills. However, the appearance
is better than fumigation with tallow and paraffin wax, fooling many experts and appraisers. Since the users of this process prefer not to disclose it, I
can only write this much.

Neither of these methods is flawless. The patina created using the first method is called a "skin," and
its hardness and transparency differ slightly from genuine patina. The patina created using the second method, while
outwardly similar to genuine patina, will reveal through laboratory analysis that genuine patina is composed of
cycloalkanes, while the patina created using plastic wrap consists entirely of straight-chain hydrocarbons.

If this method were used to
analyze a large proportion of the patina would likely be fake.

In other words, if an antique is genuine, its patina is absolutely unreliable as a criterion for judgment.
Not a single trace can be considered. Conversely, the patina has become a standard for identifying fakes. If an antique
's patina contains excessive amounts of chain-like components, such as polyethylene, polypropylene, or even polystyrene and other single organic
polymers, it can generally be considered a fake.

However, Yixing teapots are different from other antiques; they are more like jade jewelry. The age of these items
is not of high value, but the requirements for the materials are very high; the maker's reputation is extremely important. Therefore, even old Yixing teapots,
if not made by a famous master, are still worthless; however, due to some contemporary makers proclaiming themselves masters and relentlessly advertising
and hyping their work, their prices are actually high. In industry terms, they are "deceiving those who don't know anything."

Because Yixing teapots are easy to make, there are many fakes. Sooner or later, they will be phased out or squeezed out of the collecting field.
All that's needed is time to prove them.

This is also why 3D men are unwilling to get involved in the Yixing ware industry. Because there are so many fakes, many teapots
that have been identified as "genuine" by famous masters are found
to be fake a few years later when authentication methods have improved. This phenomenon doesn't occur with other cultural relics. Moreover, the proportion of Yixing teapots that are identified as fakes a second time is
very high, exceeding 90%.

Conversely, due to the shortage and monopoly of Yixing clay, coupled with rampant advertising and hype, the works of so-called contemporary
Yixing teapot "masters" are priced exorbitantly high—outrageously high. They are not worth collecting.

This phenomenon is not a one-off occurrence, but widespread. This has led to two phenomena:

firstly, old Yixing teapots are actually not fetching high prices. A teapot that appears genuine in every way
has a greater than 90% chance of being found to be fake after a few years when it is re-authenticated using new technologies and methods. Even the forger will
be known ; secondly, its value drops drastically. You might spend tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan on a contemporary "master's" work,
but by the time you get home, it'll probably only be worth a few thousand yuan. A few years later, it'll only be worth a few hundred.

While other collectibles appreciate in value, Yixing teapots become less valuable the longer they're stored. Once the "master" passes away,
the promotional efforts stop. As mentioned above, old Yixing teapots don't become valuable, and the "master's work" in your possession
immediately depreciates.

Buying something that becomes less and less valuable isn't "collecting."

(122)

"How come you have something like this?" The 3D man carefully lifted the lid. It wasn't slippery or rough,
nor loose; it was indeed a good teapot.

The lid of a Yixing teapot must not have warped edges. "Once the lid is on, there shouldn't be any room for it to move or shift, and
it shouldn't make any noise when shaken .

" "It's an heirloom. My surname is Gu. You're a discerning person. Now you know how it came to be, right?"
the man said mysteriously.

"Gu Jinzhou?" The 3D man's voice betrayed a hint of surprise. However, while speaking, he didn't look at
the seller, but stared intently at the teapot.

Gu Jinzhou was a master of modern Yixing teapots. More than half of the Yixing teapots collected during this period were by Gu Jinzhou.
They were very expensive. He was an outstanding Yixing ceramic artist in modern China.

Hongfeng stopped crying outside and returned to the shop, watching nervously. She
developed . She used to idolize the leader, but now she found that this man from Qingluan was quite comparable to him
.

"Your accent sounds like someone from the north? How did you get involved with the Gu family?" the 3D man asked again.

"My dad was transferred to work in Beijing, and I grew up there."

"Name your price."

"You know your stuff. Give me a price." "

I said two thousand. What are you doing?"

"What? Two thousand?" Gu Arcmod exclaimed, his eyes wide. "I
didn't sell it even though someone offered two hundred thousand."

The 3D man, holding the teapot up to the light, heard this and said slowly, "Two hundred thousand and you're not selling it ? Are you
keeping it for your future children? Hurry back and find that person. You'll make a fortune selling this teapot for two hundred thousand."

Suddenly, the 3D man's purple clay teapot transformed into a woman. Ruonan's
image . Her skin was as white as Hetian jade. When a strong flashlight shone on it, the woman's white skin was transparent
.

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Qiongwei gave birth to a boy. Because of premature birth, the baby was placed in an incubator immediately after birth.

Only two months after giving birth, before even finishing her six-month maternity leave, Qiongwei was notified that she would be appointed as the captain of the city's traffic police brigade.
Two months later, before she had even worked a single day, she was notified of her departure from the city traffic police force; by then, her administrative rank had risen to deputy
mayor level . She was then urgently transferred to the National Defense Engineering Command as deputy commander-in-chief. This appointment was immediately reported.

Everyone was astonished by this appointment. A young, inexperienced officer's rank not only surpassed her
husband's but also that of all the leaders in the city's Public Security Bureau. Previously, promotions for science and technology personnel were extremely difficult. Although
it was always said that science was power and technology was the future, in reality, the lack of emphasis on science and technology within the military and police was still a
very normal phenomenon. The development and application of new technologies all relied on the Ministry of Public Security for promotion. Her own inventions were merely used for arresting people.
Simple tools like hooks and nets for ensnaring people. Those groundbreaking, high-tech equipment
still relied on imports and imitations.

The Qiongwei Project was the only exception. The large-scale data collection and
analysis system, originally designed for real-time monitoring of drones, was utilized in the defense project, multiplying the efficiency of the original system. It was like
turning several. And that's not all; many important functions that the defense project previously lacked now existed, equivalent to
several generations of upgrades. Moreover, there is still even greater room for upgrades.

Therefore, two versions of Qiongwei's promotion emerged. One version said that the "Qiongwei Project" was so remarkable
that Qiongwei was promoted for her contributions, and this position perfectly matched her future role. The other version said that
Qiongwei slept with a high-ranking official and provided excellent service, even causing his child to be born prematurely. The official was very satisfied and
therefore exceptionally promoted her rank. Like many mysteries, no one knows which version is correct.

(The following paragraphs are unrelated to the content of this book and can be skipped.)

No one knows which version is correct. This is like a very outstanding singer being promoted to the position of head of
a cultural troupe , with the rank of major general. Some say it's because she's a good person and sings well (she is indeed a very good person).
Her promotion is normal.

However, others say the reason lies in her past as having slept with high-ranking officials multiple times. And they know
exactly which officials she slept with.

Some even conclude that every Chinese female singer who performs abroad, especially at the Vienna Golden
Hall , has had experience with such services. Otherwise, who would pay them? Why don't male
singers go?

Once this rumor spread, fewer Chinese women went to sing there. Scheduled performances in Vienna
were canceled, resulting in significant financial losses.

Sleeping with high-ranking officials, or rather, having high-ranking officials with illegitimate wives indulge in illicit sexual
relations to satisfy their physical needs through these young, attractive women, is a
means of maintaining national interests and ensuring leadership efficiency. While similar in intention to the practice of sleeping with officials, the consequences are drastically different.

Those who sleep with high-ranking officials get promoted and rich; those who sleep with officials are targeted in campaigns and cracked down on.

Another issue is that in the fight against corruption, people often
equate . Indeed, in social practice, sex work and embezzlement often occur simultaneously with the same individual. However,
they are fundamentally different.

Financial corruption pursues illegal gains—
things beyond one's labor and profits, obtained through the abuse of power that do not belong to them; while sex services fulfill a normal
physiological . Perhaps even after a major victory in the anti-corruption and anti-prostitution campaigns,
the practice of providing special services to leaders will not be eradicated, as it is a normal physiological need.

Therefore, many corrupt officials are more capable and make greater contributions to the country; while some "clean"
officials are obsequious and adhere to the rules, posing a significant threat to the country and the nation.

You can't expect a leader to masturbate to a picture of a favorite actress from a performing arts troupe, can you?! If that
got out, it would be a global laughingstock! And masturbating a guard's anus is also not a viable option.

Xiaowei's family was overjoyed to see their grandson and hear about their daughter's progress.

Xiaowei's husband received extra attention from his workplace. Now, as the family member of a high-ranking official
, he received special care and even had his wife take six months of maternity leave, staying home to care for the child
instead of going out to inhale toxic fumes.

Xiaowei's father-in-law was also happy; the child was definitely theirs.

Only Xiaowei's mother-in-law felt something was amiss. "
She was perfectly fine when we left that night. How could she suddenly give birth?" "
What happened to Xiaowei after we left?" Having given birth herself, she knew some of the details.

And they were driven away that day because Xiaowei had an urgent mission—"What mission required a pregnant woman
to complete?" The mother-in-law couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She even pictured her daughter-in-law being sexually assaulted by her
father-in-law . That old man had never been so enthusiastic with her before. Afterwards, when she went to clean up
the scene , she found that her daughter-in-law had been sexually assaulted by her father-in-law, leaving a large amount of sticky, unwieldy fluid.

This bad thought later had extremely negative consequences.

"They're tired from working overtime," Xiaowei's husband understood his wife's work.

Xiaowei was indeed very tired. But her contribution was even greater. This is how the Qiongwei system came about. Originally
developed only for the city's drone traffic management, it has now found widespread
application even surpassing the national defense project itself.

When the police are looking for someone in surveillance footage, they use Qiongwei's big data recognition system. Based on existing
data, the computer automatically finds thousands of feature points and then compares them with hundreds of billions of blurry
images . Finding a person only requires searching and filtering, taking only a few seconds.
Previously, finding one person required dozens of police officers, each with a computer, searching for several days. Some police
officers even vomited from watching the footage continuously for dozens of hours. The most critical issue is that even with these measures, it's still
difficult to eliminate

those who slip through the net. Manually reviewing video footage often requires watching it 5 to 10 times to spot hidden details
, sometimes just a leg, a shadow, or a fleeting glimpse of a suspect. Even then,
omissions are inevitable. Project Qiongwei, however, can detect these problems.

Project Qiongwei represents a technological and informational revolution.

It has played a far greater role in national defense engineering. Previously, national defense engineering relied solely on hardware and
manual monitoring; Project Qiongwei, on the other hand, is a software engineering project utilizing this hardware. Its emergence
has increased the efficiency of ongoing national defense engineering projects by tens or even hundreds of thousands of times. The national

defense engineering control room is located at the foot of a mountain on the outskirts of the city. The central screen is as high as a ten-story building, with the
azure sea as a backdrop, displaying sandbars, coral reefs, oil tankers, cargo ships, small sampans, large warships,
even canoes, and submarines at different depths and water levels.

For example, a foreign submarine claims to be "the quietest in the world." However, due to their extensive use of lithium-ion power
sources, a distinctive infrasound band, characteristic of lithium metal charging and discharging, exists on the lower right side of the submarine. This is achieved using towed sonar equipment.
Undetectable, yet in the face of national defense engineering, it's practically a high-resolution photograph. Even the size and
arrangement of the lithium battery packs are clearly visible, down to the submarine's serial number. However, this knowledge is known only to no more than ten
Chinese military personnel; no one from other countries, except those on board the submarine, knows. Even the sending country's own command
structure is less informed than China's. To counter this technological imbalance, a certain country instigated
the "China Sea Incident" in a certain sea.

For example, on another occasion, a submarine from another continent secretly lurked
near several coral reefs off China, monitoring Chinese naval exercises. It lurked like a ghost beneath two layers of different temperatures and currents.
This interface of different currents acted like a wall, reflecting all sonar signals from the sea, making them believe
they were undetectable. Later, they claimed to have come extremely close to a Chinese-controlled island reef, boasting that cruising in
Chinese territorial waters was like strolling in their own backyard. Little did they know that China knew more about it than they
did, and had detected several near-misses.

Even though Joanie and her team saw these uninvited guests, they had to admit
they hadn't .

This incident caused an uproar among netizens worldwide. Many lamented China's backwardness, while
many more . Even so, Joanie and her team
couldn't expose themselves. They couldn't let these people know China's true strength. It was like when Coventry was bombed by the Nazis;
Churchill clearly had prior intelligence and could have taken measures to save thousands of lives, but to
protect his intelligence source, he had to pretend he knew nothing.

Incidentally, Churchill's decision was pathological. But there's no need to comment anymore.

If this happened to an individual Chinese person, they would have burst out laughing long ago. They would
have to speak out to save face.

* In the main hall of the naval defense engineering command center stood a multi-story-high television wall. On the wall,
countless small, different colored dots flashed continuously in the azure ocean, representing ships,
aircraft, and submarines. Because the screen was enormous, the islands and reefs were displayed in realistic graphics.
Soldiers sat at the control platforms, while operations staff rode
in small, open elevators that could stop at any height to monitor and track the situation on the screens.

China used to be very backward in this area. Once, a submarine needed to sail from its base in Wuhan to Hainan, and
how to pass through the Taiwan Strait became a major problem. So they hired a large cargo ship as cover. The submarine traveled inside the cargo ship
. The cargo ship's engines were running at full speed, hoping that the noise from the cargo ship would cover the sound of the submarine. With the Qiongwei Project, they
realized that it was impossible to cover the sound. The two sound sources were separate, without mixing or superimposing.

"I don't understand, is Qiongwei's achievement really that amazing? Foreigners haven't even been able to do it, yet she has?"
A senior officer from the General Staff, who came to visit, was taken aback by the grand scale of the system and asked in bewilderment.

The level of advancement of the Qiongwei Project was unimaginable to ordinary people.
After , for the sake of secrecy and technical difficulties, the submarine's contact with the sending country was stopped. Even the sending country
sometimes doesn't know where its submarines are. But Project JonWei does.

Not only does it know the submarine's exact location, but it can detect it if it moves more than ten centimeters.

Moreover, those large screens are just for show; the real work is done by computers in dozens of adjacent rooms using
big data calculations. Even before the submarine knows where it's headed, Project JonWei,
using its accumulated past movement patterns and big data assessments, already knows its
next move before the submarine itself. If the submarine's subsequent actions differ significantly from Project JonWei's predictions, it means the other side has a new
operational plan; or, an accident has occurred.

This is the power of technology.

(The following six paragraphs can be ignored.)

Many people complain that the Chinese are incapable of innovation, often simply copying other countries. Even
a former vice president of the United States, giving a speech at East Point, said, "Have you ever seen anything invented by the Chinese?
No ! Not a single one!" We won't comment on whether such a person is despicable; he certainly represents
a certain trend of thought or a desire; perhaps, it's even a fact.

Regarding the phenomenon of Chinese people's lack of invention, some explain it by saying that China's technology is still very backward,
and imitation is the most economical and fastest way to develop; others say that technology has not yet developed to a certain level, and
there is no foundation for invention. In short, there are various explanations. One of them is the problem of mechanism.

For example, if you have a project that interests you, researchers or anyone in developed countries can find
a suitable way to conduct research on it. The research results can be disclosed to universities or relevant institutions and then further
researched or sold.

Due to the different system, individual research in China is almost impossible. No one will give you time or funding for research;
there is nowhere to publish research results; if you publish them, no one will read them; if you read them, no one will adopt them. This is a rigid system problem.

First of all, it is impossible to obtain funding. Research funding in China is almost entirely from government grants. Corporate grants
are very small and of low quality. The government will absolutely not give you funding for individual research.

Okay, I'll use my own money to research first. If I have results, can I find a funding unit?

No. Those research units have their own small circles, dividing up government funding within their circles. As an
outsider, you cannot gain a foothold in research and teaching institutions that have always been based on nepotism. The system won't accept you
because you're an individual worker (you won't even get the title of "individual researcher"); academically speaking
, it's impossible either. Because the allocation of funding within the system depends on your achievements (for which many people don't hesitate to fabricate
achievements , use plagiarism to create results, and steal other people's papers). Your achievements actually diminish
the achievements of others. At this point, they have leverage over whether you can enter the system; can you still get in?
It's more practical to focus on jade

. "Let me explain it this way. This building has ten floors, and we're on the fifth floor. Do you know
who ? What are they doing?" Faced with the visitor's surprise, the host had to explain seriously.

"No."

"But the defense engineering project can give you that information. Of course, the scope of the defense engineering project encompasses all of our country's
territorial waters , even the outer seas."

"And what about Qiongwei's achievements?"

"Let me give you another example. Through various means, you know there are thousands of people in this building. This is what
the hardware of the national defense project tells you. But at every moment, where is each person in real time? What are they doing?
What did they just do? What did they do in the past? What are they going to do? You can't possibly know all of that. If you want to find someone inside
, you don't even know that person's name, you only have a photo, or you only know one of their features.
And in the image, some of these thousands of people are facing away or with their backs turned, and some you can't even see their heads;
can you find that person then? Sometimes, even with just a photo, you don't even know who you're looking for. For example,
if you only know that this person is writing the character 'sky,' can you find him?"

"Can Qiongwei do it?" "

The Qiongwei system can. Not only can it, but it can be done instantly. It only takes a fraction of a second."

But this system has been sabotaged by foreign forces. To preserve this system, we must first find
one person, Qiongya.

Qiongya, where are you?

(123)

In another corner of the city. A rape case is brewing.

Upon discovering that Xiao Xu was about to have sex with Qingluan, Qingluan's husband burst in from outside, yelling, "You fucking bastard, you're
messing with my wife!"

He saw his wife completely naked in front of another man
. She had only covered her
private parts with two tattered, gray clothes when she saw her husband. One part of her private area was exposed, revealing its white color. The rest was dark and filthy.

"You weren't ashamed when some stranger played with you for so long; and now I'm covering my genitals. Am I the outsider now?"
Moreover, he was quite unfamiliar with his woman's private parts, which aroused him even more. The more Qinglong
thought about it, the angrier he became. The more the woman covered up, the more aroused he felt, the more he wanted to see.

Qinglong's chest heaved violently, his heart pounded like a drum, and his eyes practically spitting fire.

"Brother, don't talk nonsense. I didn't do anything," Xiao Xu quickly explained. "Tell me, isn't that right?"
Xiao Xu asked Qingluan to testify for him.

"Brother, he really didn't do anything." Qingluan forgot this man was her husband and treated him like
a stranger, an ordinary customer.

Qinglong was even angrier. He didn't dare to provoke Xiao Xu, so he turned his anger towards his wife. "Didn't do anything? If you didn't
do anything, why are you taking off your clothes in front of a man!" He originally wanted to ask Xiao Xu, "If you didn't do anything, why are you wearing a condom?"
But he didn't dare to say it.

The more Qinglong thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slapped his woman hard across the face again.

"..." Xiao Xu knew he was in the wrong. This woman was not his business. Seeing Qinglong staring at his
woman in anger, he couldn't help but look back. He then realized that the woman hadn't put on the clothes he had given her. 'So
that's the problem!'

After understanding, Xiao Xu saw Qinglong slap the woman and thought he couldn't fall behind. Without saying a word,
before Qinglong could slap her a second time, he slapped the woman as well, "I told you to put on clothes and you
didn't, are you waiting to find someone to fuck you?" The implication was that it wasn't that he didn't want her to put on clothes, but that the woman herself was indecent
.

Qinglong, who was already unable to speak, was now completely silenced. "Who are you hitting? I'm hitting my
wife . Why are you hitting my wife? If you're so capable, go hit your own wife." He knew Xiao Xu wouldn't dare hit Hongfeng.
With that, "slap!" he slapped her again. He didn't dare hit a man, so naturally, he hit his own
wife's face again.

"Who I hit is none of your business." Xiao Xu said, slapping Qingluan again.

"I can't control who you hit your wife. But I can't control who you hit my wife?" Qinglong was even more unwilling.
Anyway, he couldn't stand anything Xiao Xu did now, so "slap!" he slapped her again. This time, the slap
wasn't aimed at his opponent, but landed on Qingluan.

Xiao Xu then realized he had hit the wrong person, but still refused to admit defeat, "That's it. What are you going to do now?"
"Slap!" Another slap. It was Qingluan again.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, you little bastard." But despite his words, Qinglong didn't intend to fight
his opponent .

"Smack!" Qingluan received another slap on the buttocks.

"You still want to teach me a lesson?" This resulted in another slap on her breasts. Next, Qingluan's naked
body was slapped a dozen times.

Xiao Xu was short and stocky, but very strong, especially since he always carried a knife.
Thinking, "Then let's fight," he stopped venting his anger on the woman and threw a punch with a whoosh

. Qinglong saw that he was really going to hit him and quickly dodged, knowing he couldn't win. He hurriedly shouted, "
What are ?"

Although Qinglong was bigger and stronger, he was weak and helpless. He was sure he would be at a disadvantage in the fight. Fortunately,
the cult leader appeared at that moment.

"What are you doing?" the cult leader said angrily.

The two could only stand there with their hands down.

"He hit my wife," Qinglong said, believing he was in the right.

"Remember, the woman in your room is your wife. Outside your room, she is only the Lord's
wife . Women have their rights too. You are equal. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Qinglong didn't really understand. 'He wants to rely on my wife, how has it become my business?'
he thought.

"You put your clothes on too. What kind of appearance is this, being naked like this?" The cult leader began to reprimand Qingluan.

"..." Qingluan didn't speak.

"Go back now. You must reconcile within three days. Otherwise, the Lord will punish you." The cult leader said sternly
to the two men.

"The cult leader is great, the cult leader is great, the cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our soul."

The two men left dejectedly. Before leaving, Qinglong left behind the roast goose he had bought outside; Xiao Xu also put the lock and
key on the bed.

"You put your clothes on too." After watching the two clueless men leave, the cult leader said to Qingluan. But
his tone was much gentler, and he sounded like a good person.

"Sister Hongfeng said I can't wear clothes." Qingluan said tremblingly.

"Will you listen to him or me?" The cult leader asked authoritatively, though not angry.

"I will listen to the cult leader. The cult leader is great, the cult leader is great, the cult leader is God's messenger. The cult leader is our
soul ." Qingluan had already memorized this verse.

"That's good. Get dressed and come with me."

She could stay in the room without clothes, but once dressed, Qingluan had no choice but to follow the cult leader to his room.
She knew, of course, what was to come.

After Qingluan entered, the cult leader locked the door from the inside. This room was the cult leader's living room; further inside was
the bedroom, which contained a toilet. The cult leader led the woman into his bedroom, pointing to the bathroom and saying, "Go take
a shower. Use whatever you need." Remembering the scene he had just witnessed of the woman picking up soap scraps from the floor,
the man knew what she needed most at this moment.

The first thing Qingluan did after entering the bathroom was to try and lock the door. However,
there wasn't a single nail on the door, making it impossible to lock from the inside.

'To shower or not to shower?' This dilemma tormented the woman for a long time.

Showering was something she had longed for for many days. She desperately wanted to be clean; her body was already unbearably dirty
. But after showering, stepping out of that door would mean losing her virginity—that was quite obvious. She wanted
fish , but not bear's paw.

In the end, Qingluan didn't take off her clothes and went back out.

The cult leader, seated in a large swivel chair, gestured for the woman to come closer.

Qingluan, her head bowed, stood before him, her dry, brittle hair
crackling sparking with static.

"Stand closer," the cult leader beckoned with his index finger.

The woman took a small step forward.

"Why haven't you washed?" the cult leader asked.

"I don't want to," the woman stubbornly replied.

"Heh heh, if you've got the guts, then don't wash!" the cult leader chuckled coldly. If he hadn't witnessed Qingluan's
desperate desire to be clean, he might have actually believed the woman before him. "Fine, then take off your clothes now. You
think you can escape this by not washing?" the cult leader thought to himself, 'I'll teach you a lesson today.'

"I'm too dirty," Qingluan said sheepishly.

"I'm not afraid. Take them off. I want to see just how dirty you are. Let's see just how dirty a dirty woman can be
. Once you're done, lie down on the bed," the cult leader said.

"Will it soil your sheets?" Qingluan asked cautiously.

"Who said you could get on the bed? You're not worthy! After you're undressed, lie on the floor, and I'll favor you." The cult leader
dared to act shamelessly. Qingluan was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to undress or not, awkwardly standing in front of the cult leader, rubbing the mud off

her feet with her toes . "Didn't you hear me?" The cult leader was getting angry; in the cult, his word was law. Qingluan felt a pang of regret. If she had known that washing or not would both lead to rape, she would have washed herself clean . "I'll say it again, will you undress or not?" Before she could finish speaking, the cult leader slapped her hard across the face. The man was tall and strong. His blows were brutal, heavier than those from Xiao Xu and her husband. Qingluan was knocked to the ground by the man's slap. But she immediately sat up stubbornly. Without a word, the man then kicked her hard in the abdomen. Qingluan curled up in pain. She felt like vomiting from the kicks, but her stomach was empty, so she could only dry heave. Just then, the man's fist came again. The woman instinctively dodged, grabbed the man's fist , and began to fight him. Compared to the local women, Qingluan was much taller; but she was still no match for the tall, strong man who worked as a boiler . The Tiannan Nursing School originally used coal-fired boilers, and this big man had trained his body there until it was as tough as bronze. Later, due to the heavy smog, they switched to natural gas for boiling water, giving him a lot of time to establish his own religion, the Agnostic Church. He used this time to preach until he was expelled. He eventually came to this city after many twists and turns. During this time, he never stopped practicing. How could an ordinary woman be his match? Qingluan was quickly knocked to the ground by the man, followed by a frenzied barrage of punches and kicks. The woman finally collapsed to the ground, motionless. After a few minutes, when the woman's pain subsided slightly, the man asked again, "Will you take it off or not?" The woman shook her head. Another storm of beatings followed. "Take it off or not?" The man was about to hit her again. The woman used her last bit of strength to grab the man's arm. Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded. She couldn't speak anymore. The man squatted down beside her. He patted Qingluan's head with his heavy hand. " Does it hurt?" he asked kindly. The woman didn't understand what the man meant. She looked up at him without saying a word, but tears streamed down her face. The man slapped Qingluan to the ground again. "Listen," the man pulled her ear, lifting her head back up, "Don't play dead with me. If I get angry, I can beat you to death and no one will know. If you want to live, you'd better behave yourself. Are you taking it off now or not? If not, you'll never have to." The woman still didn't speak, tears streaming down her face. "I'll count to three. One…" The man was really going to kill her. He wouldn't show mercy to anyone. Otherwise, he couldn't accomplish anything great. The woman painfully struggled to her feet. She quickly unbuttoned her ill-fitting top, then, enduring the pain, pulled off her pants. She was only wearing these two pieces of clothing; once removed, she was completely naked. Her prostrate position on the ground resembled that of a mermaid, much like Thai women prostrating themselves before their masters. "That's more like it," the man said with satisfaction. He circled Ruonan, inspecting his spoils . The beauty lay on her side on the damp brick floor, her pale face unusually white. Her body and legs were covered in bruises . Her skin was dirty and black, with only a small patch of white between her thighs. But this didn't hinder the man's imagination, recalling the woman's beauty. Just now, under Xiao Xu's onslaught, every inch of the woman's flesh seemed to tremble. Like ocean waves surging, causing even the cult leader's own heart to tremble. It was a beauty that shook heaven and earth, a beauty that moved even the gods to tears. Ordinary men, like her man, Xiao Xu, and the shop owner (a 3D man), might be able to possess this woman's body; experience the pleasure she gives them; and even gain the envy of others; but they would never truly appreciate her beauty! But the cult leader can. "Aren't you so high and mighty? Didn't you look down on this place? How come you're taking off your clothes in front of me?"

"I'm not high-minded," the cult leader said mockingly.

"So you've changed?" the woman said.

"..." the cult leader pressed. "..." the woman nodded helplessly.

"Since you're not so high-minded anymore, now spread your legs and let me see," the cult leader said.

"What?" The woman wasn't that she couldn't hear him, but she couldn't believe that a cult leader could be so rude. She didn't
move. Being raped was purely out of helplessness, but cooperating with him to humiliate her was even harder to accept.

"Didn't you hear me? Or I can find a few more men to tell you how worthless your high-mindedness is?
How they make you feel incredibly good? If you want your man to watch you get fucked, that's fine too."
As he suddenly kicked the woman hard in the groin.

"No..." the woman hadn't finished speaking when, caught off guard, she was kicked to the ground,
lying , curled up in pain and unable to move.

"Will you pry it open or not?" Seeing the woman in such pain, the cult leader showed no mercy. "If you don't pry it open, I'll kick you again."

The woman trembled with pain, but had no choice but to endure it and struggle to sit up. Her posture was extremely undignified. She
struggled to pry open her knees with both hands, spreading her legs to reveal her mysterious inner area.

The cult leader was stunned by the beauty of the woman's genitals. Although he had seen the same part of many women,
he was still captivated by the beauty of this one.

Other women's parts were nothing special.

But Qingluan was different. It was a snow-white, jade-like crevice. Pure and flawless,
it contrasted sharply with the surrounding dirty skin. Two broad, snow-capped ridges ran through the narrow
gap . This gap was a small plain about three fingers wide for a man. It was covered with mountains, ravines, and caves.
Long pubic hair adorned the enchanting scenery like a meadow.

The church had its own chicken farm, so the cult leader knew that a hen could lay eggs when the width between her legs was three fingers
, and not when it was two fingers.

"How did Xiao Xu do it to you that day?" The cult leader wasn't exactly generous; he
still .

"That's how it was done."

"Be specific,"

"He was on top of me, moving around non-stop."

"And then?"

"He stopped."

"Didn't do anything fancy?"

The woman shook her head.

"Now kneel on the ground." The man was disappointed. He commanded.

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