Big Data Cultivation Chapter 1025

Chapter 1025: Chapter 1025: A Myriad of Opinions

However, after the police arrived at the Rimu Factory, they found a bigger case waiting for them.

Was the case of Tenpura Hiro's murder important? Of course, it was important, but a factor must be clarified here: since it involved a foreign company, until the investigation was clear or definitive clues were found, this case was classified and its dissemination would be strictly controlled.

Even if clues were found, it might not necessarily be disseminated–overseas dissemination is an overseas matter, and domestically it would be kept under strict control.

But when bones were discovered underground in a public area, that was another matter altogether.

Some people believed it was a homicide case, which was utterly horrifying and had great social impact.

What was even more impactful was that now there were rumors saying–a mass grave had been unearthed here.

Therefore, when the police hurried to the scene, there were already quite a few spectators gathered around–among these people, many brought shovels and pickaxes, ready to start digging at any moment.

Of course, the police's first concern was still the death of Tenpura Hiro, so they left some people on the scene before rushing straight to the factory.

But there was also a mass burial pit inside the factory, and a part of it had been dug up, revealing… military uniforms and firearms.

The Ni Hong people in charge of the factory were so scared out of their wits that they ordered the workers to fill in the pit.

If this were to happen in a small, information-sealed county town, the workers would probably obediently comply–hey, the foreign enterprise folks have spoken, we're holding their rice bowl, shouldn't we obey their commands?

However, this was the magic metropolis, and although many of the workers also came from small places, after all, their horizons were different now, arguing that this was where the bones of anti-Japanese war soldiers were buried, how could it be casually filled in?

In this day and age where the economy takes precedence, this is undeniably true, but if the workers didn't listen to orders, the Ni Hong management personnel couldn't force them either, after all, it was no longer the era where only foreign wishes were heeded.

When the police arrived at the scene, they also couldn't force the workers. What they found strange was whether there was any necessary connection between the appearance of this mass grave and Tenpura Hiro's bizarre death.

The death of Tenpura Hiro indeed looked strange. Although he seemed to have been slapped before his death and someone had rummaged through the room–even plants outside had been uprooted–it seemed like he died of an illness.

Through questioning the Ni Hong management personnel, they learned that Tenpura had diabetes, so the possibility of him dying from diabetic complications was very high. However, whether that was the case needed to be determined by an autopsy.

But performing an autopsy on a foreign investor was not something the police could decide on, so they immediately reported it.

Now in the factory, there was a vague rumor, suggesting that Tenpura Hiro's death was very likely the doing of the spirits of the anti-Japanese war heroes.

These sorts of matters involving metaphysics spread the most easily among the onlookers. Some even figured out that the soldiers of the 18th and 33rd Divisions were probably buried in this mass grave.

Subsequently, some pictures were going viral in social media circles, including one of an injured soldier protecting a younger one.

The police acted quickly, nipping the rumors in the bud at their source and temporarily confiscating everyone's mobile phones.

Some people felt resentful, “I haven't spread any rumors, why are you taking my phone?”

However, the police were quite adept at handling these matters: You think it's not wrong? Yes, we also think you're not wrong, but as a Huaxia citizen, you have an obligation to cooperate with the government's relevant actions.

At this point, most people would choose to comply, and if anyone still stubbornly resisted, the police would directly inspect their records. Even if there was not a single blemish on their records and nothing could be made of it…you have relatives and friends, don't you?

The magic metropolis police generally avoided strong-arm tactics, and they had a relatively good reputation for that.

Once the source was cut off, those who had crazily forwarded the content had their posts deleted and received warnings: “The pictures and information you spread are not true. Understand the consequences of believing and spreading rumors?”

In short, it was relatively easy to control public opinion in society, but the opinion at the scene was completely uncontrollable.

The police, looking at old photos of the factory, felt a shiver run through them: Eighteen pine and cypress trees, all disappeared overnight–what kind of person could pull that off?

At this moment, it was still raining from the sky. Many traces from last night had been washed away by the rain, but to uproot and remove so many pine and cypress trees, heavy machinery must have been used, making it impossible that there were no traces left behind.

So everyone felt that, for the moment, this incident seemed to only be explainably by supernatural means…

Let's not dwell on the factory's reactions for now. Feng Jun led everyone back to the Bund, still feeling a hint of regret, “To think that guy killed himself, I was a bit careless… These Overseas Youzi Association people, one dies more decisively than the next.”

Zhang Caixin couldn't help but ask, “Is there any information we haven't learned about yet?”

“Not much left,” Feng Jun said with a laugh, “That guy actually thought what I cared most about was his money and the list of members from the Overseas Youzi Association, or his Maternal Yin Yang Formation. In fact, all I wanted to know was the relevant logic behind this whole affair…”

Sure enough, his focus was different from the other party's. Tenpura Hiro confessed very readily at first, because he thought he was giving away useless information–at least, not very useful.

Later on, after being tricked into eating and drinking, he was ready to protect what he considered secrets through suicide.

Little did he expect that the very things Feng Jun wanted to know were those details, which was precisely why he didn't rush to use the Soul-searching Talisman.

Tenpura Hiro thought he had outsmarted him; his response was indeed perfect, except for one pity: he had got the priority wrong.

Feng Jun was upset because of that. He got the information he wanted, but the way the other party sought death made him feel like he couldn't save face–although the guy must die, how he should die should be up to me.

And though Feng Jun did indeed want the list from the Wanderer's Association and Tenpura Hiro's money, it was just not high enough on his priority list.

At that moment, Gao Qiang couldn't resist saying, “I wonder how the police will deal with the remains of those heroes.”

“I can ask someone about it,” Zhang Caixin picked up her mobile phone.

Gazi also picked up his mobile phone, “How about I order some takeout? Having worked hard all night, I'm really hungry.”

“No need for takeout,” Zhang Caixin said, while calling, and didn't forget to add, “I'm familiar with this area, I'll take you guys out for breakfast in a bit…”

After breakfast, with the rain still falling from the sky, everyone got into the car and started cruising around the city again.

Around two in the afternoon, Feng Jun's phone rang. It was from Elder Yu, “@%#&…~%…Y=#Y=*)#!”

He was still not very articulate, and someone needed to translate, “The old chief says, Master, you've reined in your divine skills. Don't wreak havoc in the city any longer. If you escalate things further, even he can't keep it under control.”

Of course, Feng Jun pretended to be deaf, “What does this mean? I don't understand.”

“Whether you understand is irrelevant. The matter with the company that's about to see the sunset, that's your doing, right?” The translator employed a metaphor, “Making such a big fuss puts everyone in a tough spot, you know?”

“The company about to see the sunset?” Feng Jun couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this. Isn't that just Rimu?

“It's about avoiding the capture of sensitive words, you get it,” the translator casually explained, and then his voice grew heavier, “The commotion is really not small. Although the local authorities in the city haven't noticed you yet, someone else has.”

“I still don't understand what you mean,” Feng Jun had made up his mind to play dumb, “Whatever the issue, we live in a society ruled by law, and I also support the construction of such a society. If anyone thinks I have done anything illegal, they are welcome to investigate.”

The translator sighed deeply on the other end; he of course knew that the Master had supernatural abilities and wouldn't leave any traces, but still, “Master… Master Feng, there are some departments that arrest people without needing evidence.”

Feng Jun replied with indifference, “Then let them come and arrest me, I'll see what charges they can put on me.”

The translator was also kind of his half-admirer, being that security guard, “Master, if you have any demands you can mention them. Don't play it so dangerously. The old man also hopes to resolve things through normal channels. He is counting on you to help with his treatment.”

Feng Jun, of course, was clear in his mind; arrogance could not continue unchecked. Since someone had already decided it was him, further maneuvering would be pointless. “I really don't understand what you are talking about. Let me find out about the situation and then we'll talk.”

After he hung up the phone, the translator finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to glance at Elder Yu, and spoke respectfully, “It seems he's finally going to take a break, but he may have some demands regarding Rimu Factory.”

“If there are demands, then we'll deal with them,” Elder Yu said nonchalantly, “The economy must develop, and history should not be forgotten. Dig up the bones from both of those thousand-man pits, just send them to wherever they need to go. Erecting a monument as a remembrance in the local area would suffice.”

Dealing with these kinds of matters was actually very flexible and could be resolved locally. But once a person of his level paid attention, what he says on how things should be done, are usually followed without question.

At about four in the afternoon, Feng Jun called, saying he was near Rimu Factory. Based on his analysis, there should be one more burial pit in the area, and he hoped Elder Yu could assist in reporting this.

As for the remains of those heroic spirits, they could not be preserved here and must be moved to Martyrs' Cemetery. Feng Jun expressed understanding.

Elder Yu's explanation was very apt–there are simply too many such burial pits. Even if not from an economic development perspective, it is impractical to build a cemetery for each pit; it's better to place them all into Martyrs' Cemetery, which is also more convenient for people to pay their respects.

Erecting a monument at the excavation site for these bones is basically sufficient for commemorative purposes.

However, Elder Yu was quite surprised that Feng Jun had discovered another burial pit. Nevertheless, he did not doubt it but immediately instructed his people to caution those in the city.

When asked by the local authorities about the source of the information, his response was firm, “What source of information? Just say it was mentioned by a survivor… That there are three burial pits there!”

Chapter end

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