Chapter 340
My Empire Chapter 340
2020-11-03
Chapter 340 Screening 341In a corridor with wooden floors in an old building, a fan has lost some paint The wooden door of the house was knocked on: "dang dang dang..."
"Come on! Wait a minute!" Inside the door, a woman's voice replied, and the next second, the door was knocked out by someone. Pushed open from the inside, a gap was revealed: "Who are you looking for?"
Outside the door are two men in suits, wearing sunglasses, like virus police in The Matrix. Behind the two of them, there were two staff members carrying boxes and briefcases.
"Hello! We are from a community hospital to implement Wartime Decree No. 189." A staff member behind the black suit pointed to the female colleague beside him and replied politely with a smile on his face.
The two men in black suits didn't speak, they just held up the documents in their hands and almost stuck them on the face of the hostess of the house.
The hostess slightly frowned took a small step back before clearing the number and badge on it. Ministry of Internal Affairs secret police standard identification, those who dare to forger are rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns in Alanhill territory.
The woman inside the door opened the door helplessly and complained, "Come in...don't take off your shoes."
There are two and a half people in the room. The big child turned out to be a twin of a man and a woman. The two children looked curiously at the staff who came in, and curiously looked outside the door and did not enter the room, the black suits standing around the door like gods of the same sect.
"mother? What are they here for?" the little boy lifts the head and asked his mother.
"Uh... check your body, it's similar." Of course, the hostess has heard of Decree No. 189, and now the whole city is discussing this damn ordinance, because there is no follow-up, so everyone has not Too conflicted.
It's just that many people don't quite understand what this screening means. Or, for what...
"Crack." The female staff member skillfully opened the box she brought, revealing the storage equipment inside, and took out a pen-like object by the way. , checked the parts above, and then smiled at the little girl who was closest to her: "Come on! Little girl, it doesn't hurt so much, don't be afraid."
She took the timidextend the The hand of the little girl came from the hand, and the male staff used a ball of sterilized cotton balls soaked in alcohol to wipe twice on the forefinger and belly of the girl's pinkish little hand.
Then, the female staff member pressed the "lancing pen" like a pen on the girl's finger, and when she pressed it lightly, the girl felt a little bit of pain and was a little timid. trembled slightly.
The female staff didn't lift her head, she squeezed lightly with her hands, squeezed out more blood, then dripped into a clean test tube, and glanced at the window. Next, the name was marked, a number was written, and then it was put into a box with shock absorption equipment.
The male staff member beside him lowered his head to record the time and various details, and signed his name.
Then, it was the boy's turn to have his blood drawn, and the girl pressed the finger with the blood sampled with a sterile cotton pad, and comforted the little boy softly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, I didn't cry. ”
The younger brother of the girl was also a little nervous. He gave him his hand. After the other side changed the needle, he gave him another stroke.
The procedure is still the same procedure. Finally, it was the child's mother's turn. She was also stabbed, and then a blood sample was squeezed out, which was recorded on the file.
"What does your husband do?" If your husband or someone in your family joins the army, there will be a plaque for joining the army specially issued by the government outside the door. If not, it means that no one in the family joined the army, so the male staff asked casually.
"My husband died, last year." The woman replied with some sadness.
She has a decent job as a teacher in a city public kindergarten. Her children also enjoy free compulsory education in regular schools. Although their family life is not rich, it is not difficult.
Of course, because no one in the family joins the army and has no adult labor force, this family is a relatively unusual existence in the eyes of street managers.
Today's Alanhill, the golden plaque hanging on the door of the first-class home, indicates that someone in the family is engaged in important technical work in the factory and is a craftsman needed by the empire.
Second-class families are military families, and outside the door hangs a black plaque with the eagle emblem of Alanhill. This type of family income is very good and relatively stable.
Third-class families are exempt from military service, which proves that the main labor force in this family is workers urgently needed by factories, or teachers and the like, and can be exempted from military service.
The worst are those families without plaques at the door. Such families often mean that there is no labor force at home, and the living standard is often not very high.
Because of this plaque system, the nobles are also divided into three, six, nine, and the most noble nobles are of course those with golden plaques hanging at the door of the house.
The worst aristocrats don't have any plaques at the door -- and generally speaking, such aristocrats are often habitual offenders who evade military service.
Usually in this case, they pay a large fine and then donate a large sum of money to the army, so as to keep their youngsters so they don't have to go to the army to suffer.
Of course, this kind of expensive clansman is generally not very prosperous, and it is basically an only child. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be so opposed to military service. After all, they only need to send a male to join the army, and just find a side branch.
"Sorry! Madam." The male staff member closed the notebook, opened the mouth and said apologetically: "After a simple test, neither you nor your children have any signs of mutation becoming magician. ."
Until the magician awakened, no one could detect the magician system in an easy way. This is the reason why magician cannot be identified in advance, so the Great Archmage of Grecon has no way to confirm in advance whether a person is a magician physique.
However, now the entire Alanhill has been enveloped by magic, the forbidden area has disappeared, and mortals have also begun to mutate into magician, so Alanhill started magician screening.
The magician before awakening is not easy to find, but the magician after awakening has a distinctive feature, which is very easy to identify: once it starts to absorb the magic breath, the blood will seep into the magic breath, exuding a little light blue of light.
As long as there is this light, it can be sure that it is magician. The main purpose of Alanhill's screening is to determine the number, location, name, appearance and so on of magicians in his country.
Wartime Decree No. 189 was initially drawn up, hoping to screen out the magicians who might be collaborating with the enemy in the Empire. However, this later proved to be a completely illogical decision.
First of all, magicians are not necessarily traitors, many magicians have contributed to Alanhill, these people have a higher and higher voice and influence in the empire, so that many high-level Policy makers have changed their minds on magician.
Secondly, those who are still the ordinary person are not necessarily all staunch Alanhill supporters. Some of them were also bribed and betrayed the Empire to provide cover and support for the enemy.
So the secret police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who finally implemented the wartime Decree No. 189, found out that whether it is magician has nothing to do with whether it is an enemy or not.
However, the screening work that has already been carried out cannot be suspended. After all, some people have been screened, and some people have not been screened, which is even more strange. So, this absurd thing continues like this.
The most frustrating thing for the Ministry of Internal Affairs is that a few days ago, Emperor Your Majesty issued a statement in which he confessed to all the people of the Empire that he had become a magician.
In that speech, the Emperor Your Majesty called on all the forces of the world to unite and declare war on the demons and the traitors who turn to them.
My own emperor, Imperial Capital, has become a magician. At this time, it would be a bit idiotic to screen magician again. Therefore, the Ministry of Internal Affairs is equivalent to saying that it has done a wrong thing, and at this moment it is in a mess.
As the war expanded, so did the spies. The pressure on the Ministry of Internal Affairs was even greater, to the point where Deans, who was in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, became irritable.
Often spies are caught and the network is destroyed. Because Alanhill's weapons and equipment are getting stronger and stronger, the scale of intelligence spying in this area is getting bigger and bigger, and the investment is getting more and more amazing, and more and more people will die.
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"Come on!" After the director of Intelligence Section left his office, Deans exchanged his secretary and handed the documents to the other party. : "Send someone to investigate!"
Even if he is reluctant to expand the scale of arrests, he does not dare to deal with such a big issue. Therefore, people have to be arrested no matter what, and they can only do what they can do.
"The identities of the deceased must be confirmed! The family members must be interrogated! All arrested for the time being! We'll talk about it after the screening!" Deans added when the secretary took over the documents.
"Grab again?" The secretary asked subconsciously, looking towards Deans with a gloomy face. In his impression, a lot of people have already been arrested this month, a lot more than last month...
"I can't help it either! Who makes these bastards not afraid of death!" Deans bites Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists and hammered them on the table, Fiercely vented: "How many are there! Catch them all for me! Strict interrogation! Pry their mouths open! I want everyone to know, treasonous The victim's family will not be at peace either!"
"Yes!" The secretary did not dare to persuade him, he bowed his head and answered complied, turned and left Deans' office.
(end of this chapter)