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Zhao Wujiang squatted down and looked at the floor beneath him.
The floors are all made of wood and are dark brown in color.
He could feel that when he squatted here, the air flow in all directions was much faster.
Then the bottom of the wooden board must be empty, and the space is not small.
It's just that he doesn't know how to open the floor, so it's impossible to destroy it with force, right? It really doesn't work, that's all it can do.
He began walking to the wall and looking along it, looking for joints in the floor.
Finally, he found the edge of the floor on the side of the opponent's silver box that was connected to where he was standing. Then he pulled the edge and slowly lifted it up.
"Boom...boom...boom..." The floor made a rhythmic sound, as if it was being forcibly uncovered by a huge force.
After two breaths, a large hole appeared behind Zhao Wujiang. The hole was dark and dark, like a mouth that could bite people.
Zhao Wujiang held an oil lamp and slowly approached the big hole, and found that there were stairs inside, extending downward.
He took out the fire from his arms, blew it gently, and threw it down. The fire shone like a ping ping ping ping, giving Zhao Wujiang some vision, and then it returned to darkness.
He took a deep breath, held an oil lamp, and slowly went down the stairs.
As soon as he stepped into the big cave, the howling wind blew up inside, and Zhao Wujiang walked inside step by step.
Within a few breaths, he reached the end, and a stone door appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
He groped on the wall and sure enough he found a small hole.
He inserted the bronze key into it and turned it a few times. The stone door slowly opened and he stepped inside.
Inside was a secret room in a stone house. Zhao Wujiang initially estimated that it was less than twenty square meters, but there were many boxes or bags stacked in the secret room.
He stepped forward and picked up a three-foot-long wooden box and slowly opened it.
Inside are paper manuscripts, recording the ludicrous transactions between Chen Anbang and a certain official at a certain time on a certain day of a certain year.
Crime diary? Zhao Wujiang thought that Chen Anbang might leave some evidence, but he did not expect that it would be a diary.
He quickly scanned them one by one and found that the years involved ranged from five years ago to a few days ago.
In other words, Chen Anbang has been enriching himself through corruption and perversion of the law since at least five years ago.
Zhao Wujiang folded the manuscript. Some of the officials involved in the incident recorded on it are no longer in office, or have been demoted, retired, or buried in the soil.
But there are still many other officials who are still in court.
He picked up another wooden box. This wooden box was obviously several times smaller, only over a foot long.
He opened the wooden box and found pieces of paper manuscripts inside.
Zhao Wujiang picked it up and scanned it quickly, frowning more and more. What was recorded above was the evidence of the Minister of Household Affairs' corruption in the treasury over the years, ranging from allocating money for disaster relief to raising money for war, to supporting water conservancy construction and selling tribute treasures, etc.
The evidence above alone is enough to kill Zhang Tui, Minister of the Ministry of Finance, more than a hundred times.
Zhang Tuizhi and Lin Ruhai were so concerned about this house raid, presumably to obtain these evidences... Zhao Wujiang breathed out slowly, and he opened wooden boxes one after another, which were filled with various evidences, including Officials from various departments, large and small.
Daxia was weak, and the interior was riddled with decay. Zhao Wujiang shook his head. He had the last wooden box left. He slowly opened it, and inside was a ledger.
Zhao Wujiang was extremely surprised by this. What was recorded on it were all the details of Chen Anbang's purchases of various things with the money obtained through embezzlement.
Chen Anbang took notes on it without hesitation. He even wrote down every detail. He even bought a pen.
Shouldn't this kind of thing be done by the accountant or the housekeeper? Doubts arose in Zhao Wujiang's heart. Doesn't Chen Anbang like to write diaries too much?
He slowly put down the account book, closed the wooden box, and opened the other party's cloth bag.
In the cloth bag, there are two brocade bags and a wooden box.
Where are you putting this matryoshka doll? Zhao Wujiang cursed, he opened one of the kits and found a token inside.
The token is only about the size of a palm, and is in the shape of a cube, except that the four corners of the front are curved, making it look like a circle at first glance.
The sky is round and the place is round? Zhao Wujiang thought to himself that there was no writing on the front of the token, but there was a painting engraved on it, and the painting was a lifelike dragon.
On the back of the token, there are four characters written with flying dragons and phoenixes - Qian Long Zai Yuan.
What is this? Zhao Wujiang was confused, stuffed the token into his arms, and then opened another bag.
Inside the kit is a folded letter.
Um? Is this Chen Anbang a man who has a tiger in his heart and sniffs out the roses? Zhao Wujiang slowly opened the envelope. When he saw the first sentence, he suddenly froze on the spot.
I saw it read:
[When you open this letter, I guess I, Chen Anbang, am no longer alive, but I don’t want this secret to be taken into hell with me! 】
