Gao Wu: My setting is above yours.

Chapter 14 The Hidden Dangers of the Xia Family

Public Security Bureau of Guangming District, Yunjin City.

This was Xia Ming's first time here. Sometimes he needed to go through procedures, get his ID card, and so on.

His dad just took the photos and got everything done for him.

The scene before him made Xia Ming a little unsure whether it was a vegetable market or a police station.

No, even the wet market isn't this exaggerated.

A concert, please.

Although there aren't tens of thousands of people, there are still over a thousand.

They were all handling various cases.

So much so that there wasn't enough room inside the station, so they set up a few tables and chairs outside as a temporary investigation room.

A group of people lined up, waiting to have their cases processed, much like they were getting nucleic acid tests.

To be honest, their efficiency is really high.

Xia Ming observed for a while and found that for fights and brawls, a fine was all that was needed.

There were no extra procedures; once it was processed, it was stamped, and then I went home.

However, Xia Ming and the other six were taken to the police station.

"It seems the case is still somewhat important."

Xia Ming followed several police officers into the waiting room, and then each of them went into an interrogation room alone.

The efficiency remains high, with each person finishing in an average of seven or eight minutes.

Xia Ming was the last one to go in.

In other words, some routine inquiries.

It's nothing more than your own itinerary, where you were at the time of the incident, whether you had any witnesses, and your relationship with the deceased.

The deceased was named Shao Feng, whom Xia Ming had never heard of and had no connection with.

Xia Ming left the interrogation room soon after.

However, you cannot leave the city during this period and must be available whenever needed.

Xia Ming was about to leave when he felt a vibration in his pocket; his phone had received a message.

He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the extremely simple screen.

It basically has only three functions.

Phone calls, text messages, and photos.

It's a completely different thing from the cell phones on Earth in my previous life.

But that's quite normal.

Although the world's spiritual energy has only fully recovered in eleven years.

However, some signs had already emerged before the full recovery.

In some localized areas, spiritual creatures and minerals were created.

These places were later known as the Secret Realm.

Initially, some plants and animals absorbed this spiritual energy and underwent mutations.

Then, many humans accidentally came into contact with the secret realm.

But not many people know about it, nor do they know how to use it.

All I know is that my physical fitness has improved, that's all.

But as more and more of these secret realms appeared, some people found ancient texts in them.

Most of them chose to keep quiet and make a fortune.

If it weren't for that eye-catching bag, he wouldn't have been able to run the 100-meter sprint in under five seconds at the Olympics.

It's gotten to the point that doping control agencies are too lazy to even bother checking.

That's how the public came to know about it.

Although the spiritual resources in the secret realm were completely wiped out, ordinary people couldn't even see them.

However, quite a few martial arts manuals have been passed down.

As a result, Blue Star quickly began to admire martial arts.

Even technological development has stagnated.

Civilian technology is fine; we just need to delegate military technology.

After decades of development.

It has everything you'd expect, including televisions, telephones, and mobile phones, but the functions aren't as advanced as they were on Earth in my previous life.

However, the cutting-edge technology used in the military is decades behind that of Earth.

Xia Ming opened his phone and saw a text message asking him to come up to the second floor.

"Is that Brother Xiao?"

He recognized the person who sent the text message; he was the captain of the criminal investigation team of the Yunjin City Public Security Bureau.

When we were kids, he often visited our home, and we would occasionally have a friendly competition. We were quite familiar with each other.

Xia Ming went up to the second floor and heard a voice.

"here."

It was Xiao Chi, who was looking at him with a slight smile.

Xia Ming waved and then walked over quickly.

The two entered a conference room and sat down.

Xiao Chi took out two cans of cola and placed them on the table.

"Xia Ming, that's impressive. When did you learn this knife-throwing skill? I was a little surprised when I first heard your name on the list."

Xia Ming flicked open the pull tab on the can, took a sip, and said.

"It's only been a month, just some random practice, relying on brute force, and I hit the target a few times, which my classmates bragged about to the heavens."

"Hehe." Xiao Chi patted him on the shoulder.

"Congratulations on reaching the Profound Rank. In the entire Yun Jin City, I don't recall many people I've dealt with."

"You are now undoubtedly the leading figure among the younger generation in Yunjin City."

After a round of praise, Xiao Chi got down to business.

"This is just a formality, don't take it to heart."

Xia Ming nodded, then asked疑惑地问道, "Is this case being taken very seriously by higher authorities?"

He saw some cases at the door, mostly fights, but some involved murder.

However, they were all dealt with very quickly.

"Why……"

Xiao Chi sighed.

"Although the social impact of this incident is not particularly severe, it did not harm innocent people or cause widespread property damage."

"but!"

He took a sip of cola.

"The deceased, Shao Feng, was, after all, a public official. You know, these days, the mining bureau is a rather sensitive department."

"The local landscape is now also under the jurisdiction of the mining bureau, which easily leads people to think of a power struggle among local forces."

"In addition, Shao Feng came to the city for a meeting this time and stayed at a guesthouse arranged by the Municipal Bureau."

"It was early in the morning, just as we were getting ready for a meeting, and then, during that meeting—a large meeting of about a hundred people—we received the news of his death."

"When the leaders lose face, everyone below is filled with anxiety, which naturally puts pressure on our Public Security Bureau, demanding that they handle the matter quickly."

"Otherwise, this matter could easily be reported to higher authorities, and it would be difficult to explain to your father, Director Xia."

Xia Ming's expression turned grave upon hearing this.

He knew his father was under a lot of pressure lately, but after seeing the scene today, he realized the pressure was even greater than he had imagined.

Xiao Chi continued, "Now that spiritual energy has fully recovered, it is becoming increasingly difficult for martial artists to control it."

"Take today's case for example. If a pebble were thrown from dozens of meters away, the surveillance system would be paralyzed."

"Even with surveillance cameras, it's difficult to capture this kind of movement."

"Why……"

Xiao Chi suddenly lowered his voice and looked at Xia Ming.

"Director Xia may not have told you yet, but there might be personnel changes in our bureau during the mid-year review this year."

Xia Ming's heart tightened upon hearing this. Could his father be demoted because of this? Or even...?

He dared not think too much and continued to listen, and Xiao Chi's next words completely confirmed his thoughts.

"There are murders happening in the city every day now, and we have so many cases piling up that we simply can't finish them all."

"Both the provincial and municipal party committees have given our bureau strict orders, requiring us to intensify our efforts to change this situation and provide citizens with a safe and stable environment."

"Otherwise... Director Xia, we dare not say too much about the worst possible outcome, but there is a high probability that he will be transferred to a sinecure and live out his life there."

really.

My father is the top official in the bureau. With so many things going on, the higher-ups won't care about your difficulties.

It's all your fault.