The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 548 Bad Ruins
"Are you going to torture them severely, and then throw them into a crematorium and burn them under pressure?"

An Sheng, who had brought Mi Yier to the interrogation room, sat on Ba Shanwen's shoulders and asked Li Wenkang a question.

With the capture of Mikhail, Volko, and Monozov, the espionage drama unfolding in northern Serbia has come to an end.

Although there have been grievances between the northern and outer regions in the past, these alone are not enough to cause a violent conflict. After all, everyone is a carbon-based life form and needs to eat to survive.

Without money for food, everything else is meaningless. The reason why the people from beyond the Great Wall have been acting so aggressively recently is because of the aid from Miyil and his two companions, as well as other unofficial organizations.

"No"

Li Wenkang glanced around the interrogation room and said calmly, "We just invited them to the northern border for tea, and to discuss some infrastructure investment and development. Once the business is done, the three of them can go home happily."

"If we can bring them back today, we can bring them back tomorrow as well."

"Putting aside their human identity, they are parasites that depend on the host. They can only maximize their role and value by living. We have no need to jeopardize our reputation to help the enemy solve their problems."

After Master Fuli asked him the question, Li Wenkang bluntly stated the fates of the three.

The three men, Miel, were all capitalist landlords and oligarchs in certain niche sectors.

They are the crippled good leg of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

In countries with electoral systems, these landlords who control vast resources and funds can buy votes, support their own agents to come to power, and use national influence to divide the pie on the table.

No one dared to touch them. They couldn't necessarily guarantee that their protégés would come to power, but they could use their wealth to drag their enemies down with them, disrupt the opposing vote-gathering process, and create a lose-lose situation.

If the three hadn't recklessly jumped out and attempted to send spies into the northern border region to create chaos, the security bureau would have had neither the intention nor the reason to wade into the murky waters of the border region.

"Well"

An Sheng looked thoughtful and said, "So, we arrest them, make them sign guarantees, and turn them into our guns, right?"

“Their existence is a menace. What we need to do is draw a line, tell them, and let them know what they shouldn’t do.” Li Wenkang looked at the three spirit beasts wrestling in the interrogation room and laughed.
"What happens next is none of our business. A very lively lady will imprint and educate them with that thread forever."

"Let's go get some iced cola."

Not long after Mr. Fuli and Li Wenkang left, a woman dressed in mountaineering clothes entered the interrogation room, carrying a briefcase in her left hand and a toolbox in her right.

One by one, classical Chinese test papers were placed on the table and spread out in front of Miel and the other two.

The woman opened the toolbox, took out a cigarette lighter and placed it on the table, and handed out pencils to the three candidates.

"The exam is now beginning."

"You have to submit your papers every hour. The maximum score is 100. You have 24 hours to get a perfect score."

Looking at the glowing red cigarette lighter and the incomprehensible classical Chinese exam paper, Miel swallowed hard.

For some reason, a meme from a video platform suddenly came to mind.

The people of Xia Kingdom burned aliens' butts with cigarette butts.

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"Principal Li, Professor Wang requests your presence."

Just as Mr. Fuli stepped out of the interrogation room, a soldier approached and reported the situation to Li Wenkang.

"it is good."

Li Wenkang responded but didn't seem to care much. He walked to the vending machine, scanned his face, took out three bottles of cola, and handed them to Master Fuli and Bashanwen.

Bashan Mosquito took a sip, smacked his lips, shivered, and showed a disgusted expression.

"Can I drink their blood?"

“I feel like I can suck out their marrow.” The Bashan mosquito looked into the interrogation room. The cola was full of cold sugar, without a trace of the oil that warmed the mosquito’s heartstrings. After drinking it, the mosquito was even hungrier.

"Send up a report, we'll have a meeting, and we should be able to get results in two days."

Li Wenkang waved his hand and led Master Fuli toward Wang Ya's studio.

Inside the roughly 100-square-meter metal prefabricated house, a dozen or so people of all ages and genders were sorting and organizing photos.

Wang Ya sat at the front of the office, her desk piled high with photos of metal relief sculptures from ancient ruins beyond the Great Wall.

"Master Fuli, Principal Li."

When Wang Ya saw Master Fuli, her eyes lit up. Unable to contain her excitement, she reached out as if to hug him, looking at Master Fuli with anticipation.

"A hug is fine, but first, please don't grab my breasts right away."

Upon seeing Wang Ya ask for a hug, An Sheng said something and jumped off Ba Shanwen's shoulder, landing on Wang Ya's shoulder.

"How could that be? I'm not that kind of person."

After catching the old man, Wang Ya smiled and placed him on her lap, feeling his fluffy fur.

While fennec foxes are quite nice, they can't compare to red foxes in terms of how fluffy they are.

"correct."

After a brief moment of intimacy with Master Fuli, Wang Ya seemed to remember something important, turned around, took the neatly organized documents to the table, and spread them out for everyone to see.

"The decryption work is underway, but I think this matter should be reported to Principal Li."

Wang Ya selected two photos. One photo recorded what Master Fuli had seen before: a relief sculpture depicting a diseased ovary.

In another photo, something resembling a blood vessel is wrapped around an oval-shaped sphere.

"Based on our comparative translation and the records presented in the database, the reliefs on the metal wall belong to the earliest writing of the First Age, that is, hieroglyphic script similar to that of our civilization."

Wang Ya pointed to the sphere in the photo and said, "This word means [self], [imprisonment], and [restraint]."

"The other relief of a diseased ovary carries the meanings of [illness], [an incurable disease], and [broken]. That metal wall should be an introduction to the purpose of the site, like the exhibition wall we see when we enter a museum."

"Although the translation is not yet complete, we can already tell from this what the site was used for, possibly similar to a detention cell for mental patients."

The script of the First Age contained multiple meanings within a single character, belonging to a polysemous script system.

Wang Ya spoke to Li Wenkang, reporting what had been confirmed so far.

"Um"

Upon hearing this, Li Wenkang's face showed a thoughtful expression.

Wang Ya called me over and brought up this matter, clearly to remind me.

That ruin was no pushover in the past. Although countless years have passed, it's hard to say that something might have survived there as the spiritual particles have revived.

If that were to happen, things could become very complicated.

“You mean…” Li Wenkang asked.

"If it's a site from the First Era, it would be very easy to take things away from it. Sometimes, a single cell can carry countless pieces of information."

"I suggest we increase the intensity of inspections," Wang Ya said.

(End of this chapter)