Shidu, the capital of New Delhi.
There were no more than twenty people in New Delhi who knew about the appearance of the monster in Meghalaya, and most of them were concentrated in the central government. Other civilians and high-ranking officials had no idea what was happening in Meghalaya. Even the sensitive foreign media knew nothing about it. It was not that the administrative efficiency of the Shidu was high, but that the governments of the world had reached a tacit agreement to keep quiet.
However, under the gear-like administrative system, many uninformed nobodies were also involved in the operation of the whole thing. It was like a production line with tens of thousands of links. Only the big shots at the end knew what kind of product to produce, but they, who were at the bottom, did not know what they would produce in the end.
"We found Mu Ke's information."
The staff of the intelligence agency did not know why the higher-ups wanted to find the information of this guy named Mu Ke. He only knew that he only needed to complete the task seriously. "He is from New Delhi and disappeared 19 years ago. This is his detailed information. It has already been included in the criminal file, so it is not difficult to find him."
The government of the Shidu could barely be regarded as the middle class among more than two hundred countries and regions in the world. Although it was impossible to do detailed work, at least some basic files could be completed. Moreover, it was not difficult to find the files of people like Mu Ke who had served in the police system.
But what made Old Immortal Magic Flute and the rest of the central bigwigs furious was that this Mu Ke had been active in the six states of the North East for so many years, to the point that he had recently started spreading the language of disaster, but the local government did not report it.
"Mu Ke Shantanu was born in an official family in New Delhi, a Brahmin family. The Shantanu family has a large foundation in the local states. He studied in Briletown at the age of thirteen. During his study, he fell in love with another woman from the Shidu family. At the age of twenty-four, he returned to China and married at the same time."
"He should have inherited part of the family's political or economic legacy and become a rich businessman or a government official in New Delhi. But Mu Ke, who studied law in Briletown, chose … to become a police chief in a small place in Madhya Pradesh. This is too idealistic."
"Only such naturally noble big shots can enjoy life. If they want to live in seclusion behind the scenes, they can do it. If they want to do something, they can do it immediately."
The staff didn't know what Mu Ke represented in the eyes of the central bigwigs, so they commented with great interest.
Looking at this resume, he could not help but feel envious. This was simply the script of a fairy tale. A lifetime of smooth sailing was a sweetness that small people like them could not imagine. Some people were born noble, and this was something that could not be envied. Even if this cup accumulated virtue and did good deeds, the probability of reincarnating into such a good family in the next life was still pitifully low. After all, who knew how many people were waiting in line.
Almost all of the citizens of the Wet Poison were waiting to be reincarnated into a good life. With the conscientiousness of this employee, there were still more than a billion players ahead of him.
"Huala."
As he flipped through the information in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh. The first half of the information could be considered a fairytale that went smoothly, but the second half took a sudden turn for the worse, and the style changed in an instant.
"Not long after becoming the local police chief, Mu Ke … shot his colleagues?"
It turned out that this was a murderer. No wonder it was recorded in the criminal file. However, with his status, no matter how angry he was, there was no need for him to kill a small fry. "One night, he shot and killed three colleagues in the police station with a gun. At the same time, he also attempted to assassinate a famous local businessman, but the assassination failed."
"How come I haven't heard of this case before?" It was another colleague who spoke. "Logically speaking, it should be on the headlines and become a hot topic."
"It can't be helped. After all, this happened ten years ago. Even if it happened now, it would be a coincidence for it to be on the news.
Besides, in our country, one person commits suicide every tens of thousands of people, and the high number of homicides is not low either. Who would care about the murder of a local police chief? "
"Tsk tsk, this case was handled too half-heartedly. After murdering several colleagues, Mu Ke's Sanda Crossbow disappeared without a trace. Heh, I think he used the power of his family to conceal his identity."
Behind every murder case, there was either a painful or a twisted story. Carefully scrutinized, they were all scripts that could be adapted for the silver screen.
The case records obtained by the intelligence agency were frame by frame images of the script. All the suspicious points of the Mu Ke's Sanda Crossbow murder case that could be collected were gathered in front of everyone.
From the decapitated body at the village entrance, to the silent night found in the body, to the concealment and cover-up, to the torture and concealment of honor killings, after more than ten years, there were no more doubts about this case. Or rather, there were no doubts about this case from the very beginning. The perpetrator did not care about exposing the whole case to the outside world.
"Tsk, this is too cruel."
The staff of the intelligence agency shook his head and clicked his tongue. "If my daughter encountered this kind of thing, I would definitely kill all the participants."
"So this is what people like you who were born in a big city like Calcutta would think."
A staff who grew up in a backward and traditional area sighed. "If the old people in my hometown encountered this kind of thing, they would probably swallow it. You know, in their minds, daughters are useless."
In the tradition of damp poison, daughters needed a large dowry when they got married. For poor families, this was an unbearable burden. If the situation was better, they would not allow their daughters to get married. In extreme cases, it was not impossible to murder their daughters, and the latter would also be counted as a light sentence of honor killings.
The file was an honor killing case, and the three fathers involved were sentenced to more than ten years in prison.
"I've read the entire case file and some hidden things. Can you guess what the real situation is?"
The murder case from more than ten years ago had no sense of reality to them. It was like a strange story that happened in the distant sky.
"Stop keeping us in suspense, just tell us."
"The four girls were indeed raped and murdered, and it was indeed the work of a local rich businessman. But at that time, the rich businessman and his thugs were not the only people involved. Remember the three policemen who were shot to death?"
"You mean?"
"Yes, there were policemen who participated in the violence that night."
The staff exchanged looks of surprise. Their boss in uniform pushed the door open and walked in. "What are you guys talking about?"
"Nothing, sir. I just thought of something funny."
"Is the information ready? Send it to me quickly."
"Yes!"