Daming: Internship also counts as work experience

Chapter 2 Life hangs on a thread

In the gloomy locust tree forest in the left front stood a land temple. The temple had been in disrepair for a long time, with the roof tiles peeling off and the door and window panels missing, leaving three black holes. Normally, when people walked here at night, they would never take a second look, but today their eyes seemed to be locked on it and they didn't move for a long time.

It wasn't because of the dark and windy night, but because a few people happened to hear some noises at this time, noises coming from the dark hole, and that noise seemed to have heard the noises outside as well, and it stopped immediately.

There's not even a rabbit in a place like this, so how could there be any movement?
Jia Chuan reacted, gripped the knife handle tightly, and carefully took a small step back, but he didn't know that the four men had retreated several steps before him and were squeezed together.

After years of lazy work, these people have long developed the ability to panic and be at a loss when encountering problems.

Jia Chuan stood alone in front, appearing somewhat heroic. He forced his eyes away, turned his head and looked around, and whispered, "It feels like...it's going to rain. Let's go back."

As luck would have it, the dark clouds that had been lingering for half the night dispersed, and a pillar of moonlight shone through the night sky...

"Uh...how about my leg disease acting up?" The oldest person among them whispered for advice.

"Your leg problem has recurred. At most, we can ask Little Carrot to take you home. The three of us still have to patrol the night."

"Well, if you ask me, we should just go over there quickly. We're afraid of it, and it's afraid of us too. Otherwise, it would have come out long ago."

"Do you know what's inside?" Jia Chuan turned his head and asked.

"I don't know, what could it be? We've eaten everything that can be eaten in the wilderness, so all that's left are ghosts..."

Before he could finish his words, a "woooo" sound was heard from the temple again. The night wind blew it into the ears of several people, adding a bit of horror. The four of them huddled together and took two steps back in unison. It seemed that Jia Chuan was still standing fearlessly in the front.

Jia Chuan also wanted to find a gap to squeeze in among the four people and stand in the middle, but his legs were not very obedient, and he still had some rationality at the moment. The inspector was not so easy to fool, and he knew what these four people said. There was no one to keep the door. After all, he was a team leader. If he really went back halfway through the inspection tonight because of cowardice, no matter how easy the inspector was to talk to, he would still be beaten with a few boards.

Jia Chuan looked up at the moon, which shouldn't have come out, and sighed softly. He then shifted his gaze to the fork in the road ahead. It wasn't clear, so he took two steps forward...

Before the four people behind him could speak up to stop him, a dark shadow from the temple suddenly flashed in front of Jia Chuan. Jia Chuan subconsciously drew his knife and swung it. After swinging the knife, he seemed to roll on the ground alertly, but in fact his legs went soft and he had to roll. However, he did not roll backwards but forward, rolling towards the fork in the road, and threw away the knife in his hand while rolling.

When he sat down again, he saw the black shadow flying towards the four people, followed by their screams. Jia Chuan forgot everything else and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

The man indeed paused for a moment, and the four of them scattered like startled birds, very quickly.

Some climbed up trees, some crawled into the grass ditch, some hid behind trees, and some ran back for their lives. In just a moment, Jia Chuan was the only one left at the crime scene, still sitting on the ground.

The dark shadow slowly turned around and looked at Jia Chuan.

Jia Chuan's mind was racing. How had he ended up in this shabby place? He'd just blocked a knife for a colleague while arresting a suspect! How could he not learn his lesson?
It was that knife that hit him right in the chest, sending him to the emergency room.

He first saw the medical staff who were rescuing him, and then saw his colleagues outside the emergency room. Then he fell into darkness and opened his eyes again, finding himself dying on the large bunk bed in the inspection office.

Jia Chuan was taught from a young age, "Don't cause trouble, but be afraid of it." His parents, who lived a life of obedience, died of illness while Jia Chuan was in college. Before their deaths, they still worried about Jia Chuan, telling him to be humble and not to offend anyone.

Jia Chuan knew that his parents hoped that he could inherit their "advantage" and live a peaceful life.

But Jia Chuan was a little clever and smart, and he had no obstacles in his studies. He was also alert and tactful in dealing with people. When the old couple were alive, they even thought that they had taken the wrong baby.

Jia Chuan lived up to his own expectations. Although his family had no background or connections, he successfully joined the city's criminal police brigade. It is said that someone said: This kid is a good candidate for criminal investigation...

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At this moment, Jia Chuan regretted it and also saw the man's appearance clearly: he was wearing a short linen shirt, had no weapon in his hand, and had a thick scar from his forehead across the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth. Because of the pulling of the scar, the man's face had been completely deformed. Even without excitement, his face was hideous.

Jia Chuan took a deep breath, looked down at his legs, and said in a voice that was as trembling as possible, "Well, I'll pretend I didn't see you. You and your men should leave quickly. If the archers come soon, it will be difficult for you to escape."

"How do you know I still have people?"

This man's appearance made Jia Chuan unwilling to take a second look, and he was a little scared, but this man's voice was like an old crow, and his tone was a little teasing, coupled with this place... Jia Chuan just felt creepy.

He had seen many horrific crime scenes, but this was the first time he had been so personally involved in one, with his life hanging by a thread.

Jia Chuan really wanted to ask if the knife wound on his face had injured his vocal cords. Not only was his face scary, but his voice was also so unpleasant. What was the point of living?

"Hey, there are a lot of footprints on the ground." Jia Chuan pointed to the ground not far away from him with a good attitude.

Because there is a land temple in the forest, there is naturally a fork in the road. Although few people have walked there for many years, there are still places that are not covered by weeds. Jia Chuan's current height is just right for seeing it clearly.

"Since you already know there are still people inside, how can I let you live?"

When Jia Chuan looked up, the man was already standing in front of him. Jia Chuan was stunned and his whole body was stiff. He had to mobilize all his eight hundred minds to work at the same time, hoping that one of them would work.

Sure enough, after a moment of daze, Jia Chuan supported himself with his hands and stood up.

"Don't look at your bare hands. If you wanted to kill us, we would have no chance of survival."

Jia Chuan didn't dare to look at the man's face. He lowered his head and rubbed the dirt in his hands, his mind still racing.

Who were they hiding in here when they discovered them but didn't kill them to silence them? Were they afraid of attracting the patrol? It must be because they knew the patrol was here, and knew they had archers. A small temple couldn't hold too many people, and no matter how strong their martial arts were, if they were surrounded by archers...

Who knew so much about the Inspection Office? It must have been someone from both the underworld and the underworld. If the underworld had just killed them and fled, they should have had enough time. But finding another way out and avoiding the pursuit of the government would be difficult. Moreover, if the underworld knew the Inspection Office was here, they would have avoided it and found another way. But if they were from the government, there was no reason for them to hide here and not look for the Inspection Office... "He's a wise man! Go back and tell your inspector to just pretend nothing happened. Your few archers are nothing to me. If you delay my work, none of you will survive!"

Jia Chuan bravely looked up at the man's face and wanted to say goodbye politely, but the moonlight revealed that the scar on the man's face was a new wound with blood scabs remaining on it, so Jia Chuan forgot what he was going to say.

"roll!"

Jia Chuan subconsciously wanted to run away. There were lights and voices in the distance, and it was impossible for Jia Chuan to pretend not to see them.

Jia Chuan said to himself "Not good" and then felt his neck tighten, his shoulders sink, and breathing suddenly became difficult. The scarred man's hand was extremely strong, like a mountain pressing down on half of Jia Chuan's body. He could only follow the man's strength and retreat towards the land temple.

"You, it's useless to catch me."

Scarface ignored Jia Chuan and retreated to the fork in the road, where he stopped.

At this time, three people who had been hiding in various places came out. They waited for their own people to approach, then drew their swords and stood still. One of them shouted fiercely: "Let the people go quickly! Surrender!"

Jia Chuan cursed inwardly, and then saw the remaining two people jumping up and down and repeating the same sentence. Jia Chuan closed his eyes and dared not look directly at them.

"Tell your inspector to come here one by one."

The unpleasant and harsh sound floated in the night, and the three people immediately became obedient and rushed to the team behind.

Jia Chuan felt the force on his neck weaken a little, and said, "No one cares about my life."

The person behind me didn't speak.

Sure enough, the inspector Dong Shuben never stopped walking, even though the three men kept talking about how dangerous Jia Chuan was and how powerful the thieves were in martial arts. The archers still quickly surrounded the land temple, and Dong Shuben stood behind the archers and did not take a step forward.

"Look, I told you he won't come."

As soon as Jia Chuan finished speaking, Dong Shuben started shouting. The content of his words was the same as the previous one, except that he added the sentence "I will spare your life!"

Scarface snorted and dragged Jia Chuan into the land temple.

The land temple is not big. In the middle, the kind-looking land god is lying on the side to rest. The incense burner is gone, the candlestick is covered with dust, and there are fallen debris on the ground. There are two people sitting under the wall on both sides. They are both wearing the same short linen shirt as that man, pretending to be ordinary people.

Jia Chuan only took a quick glance and knew that these people were pretending to be ordinary people, and it looked like someone was injured, no, it smelled like someone was injured.

Scarface took out a rope from his arms, tied Jia Chuan's hands and feet and threw him under the candlestick, then sat next to Jia Chuan.

At this moment, Jia Chuan forgot about being afraid and looked around the temple intently, not missing any details. This was a skill he had acquired in his previous life, and now he was even more attentive when using it to save his life.

"Those people should be here by now, right?"

With the moonlight pouring into the small temple, Jia Chuan looked at the man who was speaking. The man was tall and strong, with a square face, a straight nose, and was young. Half of his face was covered with stubble, and he looked full of heroism.

"Calculate the time, it's time."

After hearing this, Jia Chuan got goosebumps all over his body.

The man who answered was sitting next to the young man. His graying hair was tied up in a small bun, and his narrow eyes were hidden in the wrinkles on his face. Although his face was grime-stained, it was not even a stubble. This was not the main point. The main point was the voice...

Jia Chuan's eyes rolled around. It had been three years since he came here. He knew it was the Ming Dynasty, so he had some historical knowledge. Zhu Di was still alive when he came here. He seemed to remember that he died last year, and then Zhu Di's fat son succeeded to the throne. This year's reign was Hongxi... What did the history teacher look like?

When Jia Chuan first arrived, he initially refused to accept, to compromise, or to resign himself to his fate. Three days later, after carefully inquiring about the current year, he lamented not having caught up with the Jingnan Campaign. If he had, wouldn't it have been easy to claim credit for knowing the outcome in advance, just like knowing the winning numbers in advance? He wouldn't have needed to fight on the battlefield, holding plaques and shouting slogans of support in the cities Zhu Di had captured. He wouldn't have dared to dream of becoming a duke or marquis. Surely it wouldn't have been difficult to just scrape together a minor official position and then live a life of idleness and desolation? What a pity!
He then spent a lot of time trying to recall the time period in which his beloved book came from. When he remembered that it seemed to be from the Jiajing and Wanli periods, he felt at ease to create it again.

It's not that Jia Chuan didn't plan for this life. He knew that Dapang would die young, but he couldn't remember how many years he reigned. And Zhu Zhanji, who came after him, was a good emperor, right? Otherwise, how could there be the "Renzong and Xuanzong Reign"?
What is a prosperous age? Naturally, it is a time of recuperation and peace, and the people are well fed. There should be no major problems. Jia Chuan wanted to find a shortcut, but his mind was blank.

Moreover, through more than half a year of observation, he clearly knew his position. As a small clerk in the Inspection Department without parents, he had neither profound knowledge nor unparalleled martial arts skills. If he had not had the opportunity to fall off a cliff and pick up a secret manual, and meet a good teacher and a noble person, he would have been lucky not to have starved to death in this life.

Unless... you enter the palace! The middle and late Ming Dynasty was a paradise for those who practiced the Sunflower Manual.

But what's going on with this duck voice now?
Jia Chuan turned his head to look at the two people standing against the wall opposite them. One of them was in his forties, looking delicate and frail, probably an intellectual. The other was also a middle-aged man with no stubble...

Zhu Yunwen... This name suddenly popped up in Jia Chuan's mind. As soon as this name came out, Jia Chuan's eyes lit up. He knew that Zhu Di was looking for this nephew. He quickly turned his head and looked at the young man again. He felt that this person should be the leader, but the age did not seem right. Could it be that intellectual?
Jia Chuan turned back to look, now deeply regretting that he'd been so focused on investigating a case in his previous life that he hadn't taken the time to brush up on his historical knowledge. He only knew that Zhu Di's Jingnan Campaign had driven his nephew from the throne, but he'd never seen him alive or dead, and there was no explanation. Was there any final result? A little unofficial history would be helpful.

"What are you looking at?"

The strange sound beside him scared Jia Chuan. Before he could think of how to respond, the sound of an arrow breaking through the air came from outside, which made him shudder again.

"Here it comes!" The young man breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall with confidence and closed his eyes.

"Your Excellency... you are as foresighted as a god. Only with this arrangement can we get through this."

The old man next to the young man said respectfully.

Jia Chuan listened carefully to the noise outside. The young man said that there were many people coming. He could hear Dong Shuben's broken shouting. It seemed that the people who came did not expect to encounter archers, and Dong Shuben did not expect that there were "reinforcements" outside the land temple. After a while, shouts and screams were heard outside.

　Thank you to all friends, old and new, for reading this. Big bow!
　　This article is still mainly about detective work, with the situation laid out in the beginning and the case unfolding later on, in the old style. Well, come on!
　　
　
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