Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 145 Natural Disaster?Man-made disaster?
Different world.

Zhoujiacun Cemetery.

Men and women in filial piety knelt on the ground, and from time to time there were low-pitched sobs, the flags were hung high, and the sacrifices on the altar were arranged.

The autumn wind is coming, and it is cold and bitter.

"Taixu is mysterious, watch your dead soul; Tianyuan Taiyi, Jing is the master soldier; those who are incompatible with yin and yang, pardon!"

Holding a mahogany sword in his hand, Zhang Mingrui stepped on the heavenly step, swayed the ghost paper in his hand, and muttered something, casting spells for the newly born:

"There are many grievances among all living beings, and the grievances are deep and difficult to untie. The grievances formed in one life will never rest in the third life. I am teaching a wonderful method to relieve all karma of grievances. When you hear, recite, and listen with your heart, the enemies will disperse by themselves."

Unravel the curse.

When alive, life circumstances are different, it is inevitable that there will be joys and sorrows, resentment in the heart, if resentment accumulates at the time of death, it may turn into a ghost.

So resolving grievances is essential.

"The pardon of the Supreme Master surpasses your lonely soul; all ghosts and ghosts will be favored for four lives."

"He who has a head surpasses, but he who has no head survives; kill with a gun and a sword, and jump into the water with a rope."

"Death in the open and in the dark, wronged and wronged; creditors and enemies, begging for life."

"Kneel in front of my platform, the Yuan Ling will shine; if you go away, you will be reborn!"

"Master Zhou, let's go!"

Reborn curse!

After a set of procedures, the gloomy cemetery seems to have more warmth, and the sunlight from the sky is even more heart-warming.

"father!"

"My father!"

"Ugh..."

Crying and suona sounds followed.

The ghost paper was swayed and flew all over the sky. All kinds of paper tied houses, carriages, and maidservants were piled up on the grave, and lit with fire.

"boom!"

The blazing flame also symbolizes the end of the sacrifice.

"Master Zhang."

When everything cleared up, the white-haired Master Zhou held Zhang Mingrui's hands, with a grateful expression on his face:

"Thank you for coming here from the county seat to perform the spell yourself. You set up an altar to guide the way. My father knows it and can rest in peace."

"Don't dare, dare not." Zhang Mingrui shook his head again and again:

"Master Zhou is serious."

"that……"

"silver?"

He rubbed his hands together as a hint.

"Of course." Master Zhou understood:

"20 taels to ask for money, and you won't lose any cents in a week. Let's go back to eat first. After the banquet, there will be a stage troupe to watch."

"I asked the theater troupe to perform for three consecutive days. Firstly, it would be convenient for the folks in the village, and secondly, my father would not feel lonely on the way down."

"Master Zhou is very filial." Zhang Mingrui looked up at the sky:
"However, the weather is not good these days, and there may be rain. Master Zhou still needs to make arrangements in advance, so as not to let people get hurt by the rain."

"Is it raining?" Master Zhou raised his head, and immediately answered:
"Zhou knows."

Back at the Zhou Mansion, the banquet has been prepared.

Folks from the neighboring villages gathered together, the cooks set up big pots, stacked steamers high, and the rich smell of meat permeated the air.

Many children gathered around the steamer, not afraid of the high temperature, and wanted to touch it from time to time, but they were scolded.

Even though it was a funeral, there were lots of laughter and laughter.

after all,

For children in many villages, eating banquets is the only day they have a chance to get meat, except for the New Year.

Besides, Mr. Zhou lived for more than 90 years before he died. He had enjoyed blessings for most of his life, and there was no pain when he died. It was considered a happy burial.

"Master."

Master Zhou stretched out his hand to quote:

"Please come in."

"Come on."

"Take the two little Taoist priests to your seat. The two little Taoist priests have worked hard today. A small gesture is not a respect. Go back and buy some candy."

As he said that, he took out a few copper coins from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of Qingfeng and Mingyue. The two boys took them with joy and followed them to the front yard.

"Master Zhang!"

As soon as he stepped into the main room, a familiar voice wafted into his ears.

"Fangzheng!"

Zhang Mingrui was taken aback for a moment, and then he was pleasantly surprised:

"Why is Mr. Fang here?"

In the arena, there was one person standing with his hands behind his back, with a green shirt and long hair, he had an extraordinary bearing, and he didn't have the rustic look of the people in the village, like Mr. Pianpianjia.

It is Founder.

"What?" Fangzheng said with a smile:
"Brother Zhang can come, but Fang can't?"

"Just kidding, Fang has some tenants in Zhoujia Village, and the autumn harvest is about to begin. I came to see how the crops are growing. Why don't I come when the old man is buried?"

"Daozhang Zhang doesn't know something. Mr. Fang exempted the rent of the two families last year, but he is a well-known benevolent person in our village." Master Zhou stroked his beard and said:
"If there is another lease, there must be people scrambling to do it."

"sit!"

"Two sit down quickly."

Fangzheng and Zhang Mingrui had known each other for many years, they never saw each other, they sat next to each other.

In the modern society, the troubles of the Mu family have been solved long ago, even Mu Shichong and the old man Mu who fled to Myanmar were not spared.

It's not that Fangzheng's wrists are all over the sky.

But the Mu family also has many enemies in Burma. Seeing the Mu family die, it is inevitable to take advantage of the fire and loot. The Mu family is completely over.

on the other hand.

Fangtian Group is also gradually getting on the right track.

As soon as Yunzhi Textile made its debut, it became a star in the textile industry. Floating cotton, Liuyun yarn, and Yunshang fairy clothes even stepped onto the world stage.

Benefit from this.

The status of Fang Porcelain has also risen with the tide, so the market has expanded a lot, the sales volume has increased greatly, and the monthly net profit has squeezed into the top three in Qu City.

The jade business that the Chen family took over from the Mu's family is also going smoothly. Founder has [-]% of the shares in it, and the monthly profits are also very considerable.

Another asset management company, with the help of Fangci's expansion, has successively acquired several stores, and the management quota has also reached [-] million.

Besides.

Fangtian Group also established a new entertainment company.

At present, it has just started to operate, and only signed a few artists. There are various songs, dances, and even stories that have been passed down for thousands of years in different worlds that can be developed.

This is also a large untapped wealth.

The entertainment company was Wen Lei's proposal.

According to her, once successful, they can use their artists to promote Fang Tian Group's products and expand its influence among the people.

Everything is ready.

Just wait until the time is right.

Before you know it, time flows from your fingertips.

Shake.

More than a year has passed in the modern society, Fangtian Group's reputation has gradually risen, and nearly three years have passed in the different world.

…………

wine table,
Everyone is in full swing.

"Brother Zhang, how many acres of land do you want to buy?"

Fangzheng was taken aback when he heard the words, and put down the wine cup in his hand:
"Are you planning to settle in Gu'an County and not return to Chunyang Palace?"

"Back?" Zhang Mingrui looked bitter, shook his head and drank the wine in the glass:

"I am 40 years old this year, and there is still no prospect of becoming a mage. If I can't go further, I'm afraid the palace will not call me back."

"Since that's the case, it's better to make a plan early."

Whether it is practicing martial arts or practicing magic, after the age of 40, you will no longer be as energetic as you were when you were young, and the possibility of further progress is extremely low.

As early as many years ago, Zhang Mingrui was a high-level warlock.

but,
After so many years, I have not been able to cultivate mana.

Maybe it's because he was old when he entered the Tao, maybe he didn't have enough foundation, maybe the inheritance didn't fit him, in short, he has given up.

"It's a pity!" Fangzheng sighed softly:
"Brother Zhang's talent is not low. If he can get the true inheritance of Chunyang Palace, he will be able to become a mage long ago, so he won't waste so many years."

Warlock, Mage,
The difference of one word is a world of difference.

This is different from warriors and warriors. Although the three-blood warriors are not as good as warriors, if they are only in the county, their status is not bad.

And the mage...

The county seat can no longer tolerate this kind of existence, and the status is respected in the prefecture city.

Warlocks are not welcomed in Chunyang Palace, even high-level warlocks will not get much attention as long as they are not true disciples.

But as long as you become a mage, your status will be completely different.

Become a mage and have mana, you don't need to use the altar to cast spells, and you don't need to use your own blood, you can cast spells at will.

The power will also increase greatly.

The means that can be used have greatly increased.

According to Fang Zheng's knowledge, the junior mage can almost kill the little Zhoutian martial artist, and if he is prepared, the big Zhoutian martial artist is no match.

And compared to fighting in martial arts, mages can do more.

Thirty years ago.

There was a severe drought in Jizhou, and there was no harvest in several prefectures.

Dozens of mages set up altars, using their own blood and spiritual thoughts as a guide, praying to the heavens, attracting heavy rain, and countless people living.

This is something martial artists can't do anyway.

So it is.

Obviously true energy has the characteristics of mana, and the status of mages is still respected, whether it is among the people or the court.

“It’s not a good time to be buying land.”

Master Zhou shook his head:

"In disaster years, the price of land has dropped significantly. Today, the price of one mu of land can buy two to three mu of land, and the price of bad land can buy good land."

"Didn't Mr. Fang acquire the fertile land at that time?"

"A calamity year?" Zhang Mingrui shook his head when he heard the words, with an expression of impatience:
"Isn't that taking advantage of the fire?"

"You can't say that." Qi Yuanwai at the same table shook his head:
"It's not a disaster year, there is no shortage of food, how can ordinary people buy their own fertile land? We are all waiting to make a fortune in a disaster year."

"Extremely!"

"That's why!"

The people at the same table were all local gentry, and they all nodded in agreement when they heard the words.

"Zhang Daoist, there is no need to count on growing grain to make a fortune." Fangzheng said:

"Fang has a tenant. The family has planted five acres of land and produces more than ten shi of grain a year, but it is barely enough for a family of four."

"He rented another ten acres of land from Fang, and the harvest was divided in half. This is considered to support food and clothing expenses, and it is still in a good year."

"This year, he has another child in his family, and just now he was discussing whether he can rent a few more acres of land from me, which can be divided into four or six."

"He is four and I am six."

"Mr. Fang has a kind heart." Master Zhou cupped his hands:

"We have set the annual quota, one stone three buckets, one stone two buckets."

One stone is 120 catties, and the grain yield per mu in this area is mostly less than two stones, and it may exceed two stones if there is good fertile land and intensive cultivation.

But three fights with one stone, or two fights with one stone, must be more than fifty-five points.

and,

Once there is a disaster year, the food in the field needs to be given priority to the main family. At that time, it may be busy for a year and there will be no harvest.

Even owed the main family food.

In addition to the taxes that need to be paid, most of them do some part-time labor to support the family during the slack season, and they can be beaten to death for a little bit of land.

"Speaking of which, a few years ago there was a rich farmer in our village, who owned [-] mu of land, of which [-] mu of fertile land alone."

One laughed and said:
"Back then, he was a frequent visitor to my house. He said that he would manage the business well. When the barn was full, he would exchange it for silver. He also taught me how to buy fertile land and become a rich man."

"pity!"

"When there is a real disaster year, the harvest in his field will not save one out of ten, so he has to live on his laurels. Even if other people's land is sold at a lower price, so what?"

"I bought those lands with the rich merchants in the city. When the taxes are paid, he will sell his properties."

"It's only five years!"

He gestured with five fingers and said with a smile:

"Of the tens of acres of land back then, only a few acres were left to support the family, and I still had to be a tenant in my house, renting some fields to cultivate."

"I think back then, he hired people to help with the labor."

"Ha ha……"

The people at the same table laughed in unison, and the laughter was hearty, but it made Zhang Mingrui's heart sink, and the delicious fish became tasteless.

"How can it be so easy to start a family?"

Master Zhou said:
"Three generations of rich peasants and rich households have been farming and studying, and they only want to be able to provide a scholar, or else marry the daughter of a rich man or a wealthy businessman."

"With help, we will not sell our property in case of a famine, so that we have the opportunity to go further."

"That's how I got here."

"Extremely!"

"Exactly that."

"..."

Everyone nodded.

"Doctors don't knock on the door, and the law is not passed on lightly." Seeing Zhang Mingrui's expression was lonely, Fangzheng said in a low voice:
"The Taoist priest also said that everyone has their own karma and karma, and it is enough for us to protect our skin."

"As for the outside..."

"Let the flowers bloom and the trees bear fruit, let him go."

Zhang Mingrui looked up.

"Master Fang's words are quite Zen-like."

He smiled and looked out the door:

"It's raining."

"Yes." Fangzheng tilted his head, his eyes leisurely:

"It's raining."

The drizzle fell from the sky, covering everything with a layer of tulle. The children who were full and full of food and drink cheered barefoot in the drizzle, which attracted shouts from adults.

"master!"

"master!"

At this moment, a servant rushed over with a panicked look on his face:
"No, the south embankment is about to collapse!"

"what?"

The complexion of everyone at the table changed drastically.

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"Huishui flows down from east to west, connecting the vast East China Sea at the top and the mountains in the northwest at the bottom.

As the rain became heavier and heavier, Zhang Mingrui walked on the embankment with an umbrella, frowning:

"If this section of the dam really collapses, it will not only affect a few villages, but people in several counties will suffer."

"There may be ripples elsewhere."

"Should there be a flood discharge point?" Fangzheng said:
"When there is a lot of water, open the gate to release the water to the reservoir, which should be able to ease the situation."

As far as the eye can see.

The torrential water has approached the warning line of the dam, and the tide is rolling, rolling up the dam from time to time, washing away the people on it.

"Is the cistern already full?"

Master Zhou looked bitter:
"Besides, that is the property of several court officials. Even if Gu'an County is flooded, no one would dare to continue to pour water there."

Several outsiders and masters nodded one after another.

In a disaster year, it is true that they can buy land at a low price, but if the levee collapses, their old manor house will not be able to be kept.

The foundation has been washed clean for many years.

Naturally, he was also unwilling.

"This soil..."

Zhang Mingrui's eyes moved slightly, he squatted down and grabbed a handful of dirt, with a little force, he pulled out a series of straws from underneath.

Looking at the straw, he couldn't help being stunned:
"How is this going?"

There are inherent requirements for embankment defense. Stones, rammed earth, and standards are very strict. Once the requirements are not met, it will be difficult to withstand floods.

Never heard of filling dikes with straw.

"This……"

Member Qi's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice:

"It's all like this. The money allocated by the imperial court is limited. It is impossible to build the dam. We can only fill it with grass."

"more than!"

Someone said:
"The soil used to build embankments is also ripe soil for growing crops. After all, suitable soil needs to be pulled dozens of miles away, and ripe soil is nearby."

"There is also bluestone. Originally, three layers should be turned into two layers, and two layers should be turned into one layer, but as long as the water potential is stable, it can support it."

Zhang Mingrui's face turned pale, his wrists trembled, the oil-paper umbrella was blown away by the strong wind, and his body was completely chilled by the cold rain.

"never mind."

Fangzheng shook his head:

"Let's go."

"No."

Zhang Mingrui gritted his teeth tightly:
"Once the dam is washed away by the water, I don't know how many people will suffer because of it. Everyone... we might as well go to the Dushui envoy together."

"This..." Master Zhou's complexion changed:
"I suddenly remembered that there are still things to deal with at home, so the old man will go back first."

"Qi also has something to do..."

"Go together, go together."

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the field had dispersed.

Zhang Mingrui looked disappointed, looking back with hope in his eyes.

"Brother Fang?"

"Don't look at me." Fangzheng shook his head:
"Whether the dam will collapse or not has nothing to do with me."

"Let's go!"

"That's good." Zhang Mingrui gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and said:
"If you don't go, I will go by myself!"

"It's useless for you to go." Fangzheng was speechless, and after thinking about it, he said:
"Dushui envoy Mr. Wang is not easy to provoke. Whether you can come out after you go is another matter. If you really want to solve the problem, you might as well go to Mr. Yan."

"Master Yan will be promoted in a few months, and he certainly doesn't want to have floods under his rule during this time."

"correct."

He exhorted:

"This matter has nothing to do with Fang."

"Master Yan?" Zhang Mingrui is also a person with a clear mind. He was just out of breath just now, and he didn't think of the crux of the matter for a while.

Hearing this, he nodded:

"Let's go back to Gu'an County!"

…………

"Flood?"

The back hall of the county government.

Lord Yan frowned tightly, and a woman gently rubbed his temples with slender fingers to relieve his distress:

"It's really a wave of ups and downs. When there is no peace of mind, I won't be a party secretary next time no matter what."

"grown ups."

The next person reported:
"Master Wang, the envoy of Dushui, Mr. Li from Santai County has arrived."

"Invite them in."

Lord Yan stood up, waved the maid to go down, adjusted her clothes, and greeted her.

"Master Wang!"

"Master Li!"

"Master Yan, how have you always been?"

The three bowed their hands and saluted, and sat down one after another after being polite.

"I heard that Mr. Yan already has connections for promotion. He is worthy of being his disciple. I am ashamed of myself." Mr. Li said with a smile:

"Li, congratulations to Mr. Yan first."

"I'm joking, I'm joking." Lord Yan waved his hand lightly:

"The management assessment has not passed, and the outcome is still unknown. Besides, Gu'an County has a simple heart and friendly people, and Yan is not willing to leave."

"Master Yan."

Mr. Wang, Dushui Envoy, is tall and burly, with a beard on his face, and a pair of big copper bell eyes that are extremely frightening. He waved his hand impatiently:
"Let's talk nonsense, why did you call me here today?"

Several people have similar official ranks, but their official positions are also different. Although Mr. Yan has a background and is about to be promoted, he can't control the Dushui envoy.

and……

The Wang family is an official recruited by the imperial court, not a cultural person.

?

Master Yan's smile froze, and anger appeared in his eyes, but he was forcibly suppressed in an instant, and said slowly:
"Yesterday, someone reported that the south embankment was showing signs of collapse. As the envoy of the capital, Mr. Wang didn't know anything about it?"

"Nandi?"

Mr. Wang looked dazed:
"where?"

"It's the section bordering Gu'an County and Santai County." Lord Yan said in a muffled voice:
"I remember that Mr. Wang was in charge of three dikes in total, and the south dike is the longest section. Why...you don't even remember Mr. Wang."

"Of course I remember!" Mr. Wang slapped the table and said loudly:
"I just asked casually."

"Yes, yes." Master Li hurriedly said:
"Lord Wang, don't get angry."

"The key now is that once the South Dike breaks, the surrounding counties will be flooded, and an unknown number of people will die as a result."

"Hmph!" Lord Wang snorted coldly:

"so what?"

"Lord Wang." Lord Yan's voice sank:
"The place you are in charge of bursts into flames, destroys fertile land, and harms the people. Don't you fear that the court will punish you? Do you think you can stay out of it?"

"I can't." The corner of Mr. Wang's mouth curled up:
"You can?"

"Your Majesty Yan will be promoted soon. If you think about it, you don't want to have chaos under your rule. If something happens that lowers your incumbent evaluation, I'm afraid you will have to stay in Gu'an County for another four years."

There was silence.

Master Yan's face was livid.

It was only at this time that he took a serious look at Mr. Wang, the envoy of Dushui.

This man looks reckless and grumpy, but in fact he is like a mirror in his heart, and the truth is far clearer than others.

"Two."

Master Wang raised his head and said:
"Now we are grasshoppers on the same rope. Once something happens to the South Dike, no one can escape, so... how are you going to solve it?"

"fart!"

Master Li got up angrily:
"What does this have to do with us?"

"The money allocated by the imperial court for water control in the past ten years is not 100 million but hundreds of thousands. Take a look at what you have done yourself?"

"Fill the embankment with straw. The embankment is like paper. It has only been a few days since the water has risen and cracks have appeared. It is obviously because you are not good at controlling the water!"

"Peng!"

Mr. Wang jumped up against the table, and the solid solid wood Eight Immortals table shattered under his hands. He opened his eyes wide and glared at Mr. Li angrily:
"Fuck your motherfucker!"

"How many 10 taels of silver? Over the years, I have taken over a total of 5000 taels of silver. What is 5000 taels of silver enough for?"

"You think I don't want to control the water well, you think I'm willing to have an accident on the levee, and the people who are greedy for money are the people above, and it has nothing to do with Wang."

"Okay." Yan Darren said:
"Even if the money is not enough, the labor is always enough. Every year, the surrounding counties conscript people to strengthen the dams, but you don't need to pay for it."

"Hey..." Mr. Wang sneered:

"You know this better than I do. Some people use money to pay for labor, but none of that money falls into Lao Tzu's hands."

"It is said to strengthen the dam, how many people actually came?"

"With that little people, it's enough to weed and weed!"

"To be honest, the imperial court gave Wang such a small amount of money and these few people, and I can keep the dam alive for so many years without any accidents!"

As he spoke, he became more and more aggrieved, and couldn't help yelling, sometimes cursing the court, sometimes cursing the two of them, swearing constantly.

"Are you still wronged?" Master Li said disdainfully:

"Tell me yourself, where did the people who were supposed to strengthen the embankment go? Did they build a house for your family, dig the soil, and repair the residence?"

"Is it reasonable to use public equipment for private use?"

"You are clean!" Lord Wang turned his head and shouted:
"What has become of the official roads in Santai County? How many subsidy money issued by the imperial court are actually used on the official roads?"

"And you, Lord Yan!"

"Two years ago, the Anxi military guards made a big fuss in Gu'an County. How many rich households' property were swallowed up by you, and how much of the fertile land sold was given to the court?"

"enough!"

Lord Yan snorted coldly:
"No matter how many excuses you have, if something really happens to the dam, you, as the Dushui envoy, cannot escape the responsibility. We are all behind."

"Heh..." Lord Wang raised his head, with an expression like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water:
"I will be afraid. At worst, I will become a bandit just like my father did back then. At that time, Wang will take the people from your two counties first."

"All right."

Master Yan frowned:
"Don't be angry, what should we do now?"

"What else can I do?" Mr. Wang waved his sleeves and sat back in his seat:

"Spending money to strengthen it, as long as the money is sufficient, it will be no problem to keep the dam alive for a year or two, unless there is a once-in-a-century flood."

"At that time..."

"You can also put the disaster on the head of God, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Don't be afraid either."

He turned to comfort the two:
"If I have an accident, I will definitely expose the bosses who are greedy for money and money. They dare not let me have an accident, and will definitely try their best to protect me."

"So do you!"

"Master Li sends money to the higher-ups every year, and Master Yan also has evidence that the higher-ups are corrupt and broke the law. If we are unlucky, they will not be good."

"Let's talk about money." Master Yan waved his hand:

"You are the envoy of Dushui, how much money will it cost to let Nandi survive this calamity?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Wang thought for a while and said:
"As little as 2 taels, as much as 5 taels, the more money you have, the longer you can hold on. With 20 taels, I can keep the dam intact for a hundred years."

"One to twenty thousand taels?" Master Li's complexion changed:
"so much?"

"Is that much?" Lord Wang curled his lips:

"If you want to repair the embankment, you need hundreds of labors every day. Do you know how much it costs for hundreds of people's food and drink?"

"In short, if you have money, you can do it. If you don't have money, you can do whatever you want."

"That's 2 taels." Master Yan narrowed his eyes:

"During my tenure, nothing will happen!"

"It's really going to be [-] miles. I guarantee that nothing will happen this year." Lord Wang's eyes lit up, and he said again:

"However, my money is relatively tight, and I can pay up to 3000 taels of silver. You are all local officials, so a few thousand taels per person is not too much, right?"

?

Lord Li and Lord Yan looked at each other, then nodded slowly, acquiescing.

…………

"Fool!"

When Du Shui made Mr. Wang leave, Mr. Li said angrily:
"For 2 taels of silver, he might be able to steal half of it."

"Yes." Master Yan narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

"However, a reckless man is not enough. The surname Wang is still a bit clever, otherwise he wouldn't have been a water envoy for so many years."

"Brother Yan." Master Li looked sideways:

"What do you want?"

"Let's raise money first." Lord Yan said:
"I can raise 1 taels here, and the rest will be troublesome to Mr. Li."

"1 taels?" Master Li nodded:

"The rest of Mr. Li can be taken out by the wealthy households in the county, but... Mr. Yan really intends to give him the money?"

"Heh..." Lord Yan chuckled lightly:

"What do Master Li think?"

"Haha..." Master Li was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly:

"This is 2 taels of silver. It's too wasteful for a reckless man. Anyway, the dam will be destroyed sooner or later, so let's let it be destroyed."

"The adults above have always been looking forward to a year of disaster, so that they can take advantage of the opportunity to buy good land."

Master Yan nodded slightly.

As for the consequences of the dam accident...

As long as someone 'suicide in fear of crime', the responsibility can be cleared.

(End of this chapter)