Atlas of Heaven and Man

Director Lei also saw Guan Yuming when he arrived. Both the Secret Sect Investigation Bureau and the Handling Bureau, like other departments, had relatively little interaction with surrounding departments.

However, as officials of the political affairs department, they naturally knew each other. He nodded towards him, raised his hand to signal the Investigation Bureau members behind him to wait, obviously giving face to the Patrol Bureau and Guan Yuming.

Guan Yuming also nodded to him. The deputy behind him said coldly, "Who is in charge here? Someone who can talk, come out!"

The butler of the Wei family then put his hand behind his back and gestured. Someone who understood immediately went to the factory building, while he walked towards Guan Yuming, stood still, and replied: "I am temporarily responsible for this place. May I ask what instructions you gentlemen have?"

The deputy said: "I received information that a large number of armed elements are illegally holding firearms and intend to harm Wuyi students. Is this true?"

The butler said with a smile: "How could there be such a thing? Someone must be talking nonsense. You gentlemen must not believe it."

They had arranged everything very well. No one outside was carrying guns, at most they only had crossbows, which the security company was allowed to have. As for the people inside with guns, some of them had also been granted temporary firearm permits by the Political Affairs Office, so there was no problem at all.

As for harming Wuyi students, that was definitely not happening. It wouldn't have happened in the past, and it won't happen now.

Before the Patrol Bureau could continue questioning, the butler took the initiative to greet Director Lei, saying, "Director Lei, I wonder what instructions you have for coming here?"

Director Lei said: "The Investigation Bureau received a report that someone was holding a secret sect ritual in private nearby. Since the Investigation Bureau receives this salary, they must be worthy of this responsibility and cannot turn a blind eye."

The butler hurriedly said: "Director Lei, it must be a misunderstanding. There is no secret sect ritual here."

Those secret sect patterns were indeed a problem. They really didn't expect Lei Guangcheng to come and investigate this matter, because they had already taken care of it.

Moreover, the people they placed at the main intersections had not sent any news, which meant that Lei Guangcheng had likely chosen to bypass the city from outside and then come from the west. No wonder he appeared on another road; it was obvious that he was coming for them. He could only try to stall for time and let the people in the back deal with it quickly.

Director Lei looked at him, his voice calm: "Whether there is or isn't, we'll know after checking."

The butler took a step forward and reminded, "Director Lei, this is a private factory area..."

Director Lei said: "National decree: to arrest cult members, all personnel and organizations must cooperate unconditionally. Irrelevant personnel should step aside first. If no problems are found, I will ask my superiors to punish myself. Step aside."

Guan Yuming glanced at the deputy, who raised a piece of paper in his hand and said, "This is the Patrol Bureau's search warrant. All patrolmen, listen to the order! Anyone who obstructs will be shot and killed."

"Yes!"

The patrolmen behind him responded in unison, raising their guns and aiming the dark muzzles at the front.

While speaking, most of the patrolmen had already dispersed to various positions, surrounding the entire factory area. More personnel were setting up roadblocks in the back, obviously not planning to let anyone leave.

The butler stopped talking and silently retreated to the side. He had done everything he could, and he couldn't stop what was coming next. He could only hope that the young master would be notified and finish things up as soon as possible.

After the security personnel obediently stepped aside, a large number of patrolmen quickly rushed towards the factory building, first guarding all the main entrances and exits, then setting up shooting positions, and finally sending people up to open the door.

As two security personnel walked forward, the wide rolling door slowly opened, and the sunlight of the summer morning shone in.

The patrolmen of the Patrol Bureau immediately rushed in, but when they saw the scene inside, their steps couldn't help but slow down.

Chen Chuan stood calmly in the middle of the factory building, holding the Snow Monarch Saber, which had already been sheathed, and resting it on the ground beside him. The formal attire on his body was spotless, and the sunlight shining in was projecting long shadows behind him.

The ground around him, the steel structure platform, the aisle, and the corridor, everywhere that could be seen, were all sections of severed limbs and minced corpses. It was almost impossible to see a few complete bodies.

And the blood that flowed down, not yet completely dry, merged with the patterns painted on the ground with pigments, flowing along the lines, as if spreading out from the position under his feet.

The patrolmen couldn't help but be stunned. Although most of them were retired soldiers and had seen even more tragic scenes on the battlefield, they had really never seen this kind of scene before, and they couldn't help but raise their guns and aim at Chen Chuan.

Some of the patrolmen recognized Chen Chuan. After seeing him, they immediately pressed down their colleagues' guns and whispered a few words.

After hearing these words, the patrolmen present put down their guns one after another, and then, as if they hadn't seen him, dispersed from around him and took control of the entire scene.

He had actually lost consciousness at the end of his strangulation. In theory, he shouldn't have strangled himself to death, but even if he was in a coma, the alienated tissue on his body was still exerting force under the urging of certain forces until he died completely.

The coroner saw at a glance that he had died of suffocation, but this method of death... well, it seemed like he had seen it somewhere before. After looking at it a few times, he took his apprentices to check the corpses on the ground.

These patrolmen checked inside and out, came over and saluted the deputy, "Report, a large number of firearms were found at the scene. The owner cannot be verified at this time."

The deputy expressed his understanding. In this situation, it was indeed a bit difficult to identify who was who.

After waiting for half an hour, the coroner came back after a rough inspection and said to the deputy:

"In the entire factory building, except for one student, no one else survived. Most of them died from knife wounds, and judging from the force and angle, it was done by the same person. A small part of the others died from attacks by unknown combat creatures. In addition, there are two damaged combat creatures left at the scene..."

While listening to the report, the deputy couldn't help but look at Chen Chuan, his eyes full of shock. He didn't expect such a scene before he came.

The people from the Review Bureau were the second group to enter. Director Lei saw Chen Chuan the moment he came in and nodded slightly to him. He glanced over the surrounding corpses and then shifted his gaze away, as if he was used to seeing such things. It wasn't until he saw the patterns and纹 on the ground and walls that his eyes sharpened.

After communicating with the patrol bureau, the people from the Secret Cult Review Bureau took out clumps of powder and sprinkled them around. Soon, the secret纹 on the ground became clear, as if they had just been painted on.

These people began taking pictures of these patterns one by one, and there were also people who specialized in scraping off the paint with shovels and putting it into pre-prepared sealed bags.

Guan Yuming had been waiting outside. After his deputy sorted out the situation at the scene, he came out and told him the results. He listened calmly, pondered for a moment, and took the initiative to walk into the factory building.

He came to Chen Chuan, looked at him, and said in a deep voice, "Student Chen, come back with us. You are the only one alive at the scene, and we need you to explain what happened."

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "Bureau Chief Guan, I will cooperate."

Guan Yuming raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, understanding that Chen Chuan understood his meaning. That would be good.

The identities of these deceased were not simple, and this matter would not be easy to end. Fortunately, he had sealed off the scene, and the news could not be spread for the time being. Once they arrived at the patrol bureau, they could protect him first, and other matters could be discussed later.

To be honest, he didn't expect this result before coming today, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that Yangzhi City was going to be turned upside down.

The butler waited anxiously outside. The people from the patrol bureau stopped him from entering, and he didn't know what was happening inside. When he saw the broken bodies being carried out, his face turned pale, and then he rushed up in extreme panic, "Young master, young master, where are you?"

The members of the Fenxin Society were also blocked outside. They were very worried about the situation inside, but at this moment, they also saw the bodies being carried out.

But it couldn't be said to be carried, because most of the bodies were not complete, and it was impossible to piece them together on the spot. They were piled on a shelf and carried away directly. Outside, those that looked similar were put into a body bag together, ready to be transported to the patrol bureau for unified processing.

When the first stretcher came out, although it was impossible to piece the person together from a distance, the head was roughly complete. They could see it from a distance, and then they were stunned. Those… were members of the Mutual Aid Society?

As the stretchers were carried out one by one, they craned their necks and nervously identified them. The Mutual Aid Society… the Mutual Aid Society… still the Mutual Aid Society!

Anyone could see that there had been a very tragic battle in the factory building. What exactly happened?

Shen Shao, who was standing next to Shu Han, thought of a possibility at this time. He hesitated and said, "Look, could it be that Chen Chuan he… ah? Right?"

"Could it be, could it be…"

The members of the Fenxin Society also thought of this possibility at this moment. Some people trembled with excitement, but this result was too illusory and too unbelievable. They couldn't believe it for a while.

At this time, someone suddenly heard shouting in the distance, "This body is our young master, you can't take it away!"

The person moving the body was a member of the Review Bureau. He said, "Sorry, because this body is suspected of dying in a secret cult ritual, according to the bureau's regulations, we need to take it back for review."

The butler shouted, "Do you know who he is? He is the heir to the Wei Consortium!"

The Review Bureau member scoffed, "You're shouting so loudly, I thought he was the heir to the Molan Company." He raised his hand, "Take him away!"

The butler wanted to come up and stop him, but the people from the Secret Cult Bureau unceremoniously punched him twice, knocking him to the ground, and pointed at him and said, "One warning, if you dare to obstruct official duties again, you will be treated as a cult member." Then they left directly with the body.

The members of the Fenxin Society saw this scene, and someone murmured, "That's Wei Jun…"

"Wei Jun is also dead?"

The members of the Fenxin Society were all like in a dream. Wei Jun was one of the main participants in the murder of Shen Zheng back then. They didn't know how much they hated this person, but they couldn't do anything about it. They never thought that he would die here today.

"Good riddance!"

A member of the society cursed out loud.

"Yes, good riddance!"

The surrounding members of the Fenxin Society nodded one after another, clenched their fists tightly and waved them, feeling that a long-standing depression in their hearts had been vented.

At this time, a sharp-eyed member of the society seemed to notice something, pointed to the factory building, and said excitedly, "Look, it's Chen Chuan, Chen Chuan is out, he's okay!"

Everyone looked over quickly.

Chen Chuan walked out with Xue Jun Dao in one hand and a box in the other, escorted by a group of patrol officers, and Guan Yuming.

At this moment, as the sun rose higher, the sunlight became brighter, and there was a warm feeling on people's bodies. The dark trees on both sides of the road last night, now looked at, were a lush green of branches and leaves gently swaying in the breeze.

Chen Chuan stood under the morning light, took a breath of the fresh air outside, and although he hadn't slept all night, his eyes were still bright.

At this moment, he also saw the members of the Fenxin Society standing behind the barrier rope, looking at him excitedly, and immediately understood that they should have heard the news and rushed over.

Although they had disagreements in the past, these people were able to come when they encountered possible danger, which showed that they sincerely wanted to help him.

He nodded to these Fenxin Society members, then stepped forward and got into Guan Yuming's special car. As the car door closed, the vehicle started, and a row of armed patrol cars followed, heading towards the Ding'an District General Bureau.

The students of the Fenxin Society watched him leave excitedly, but they quickly retreated from their excited emotions and began to worry about Chen Chuan.

The deaths of these Mutual Aid Society members were obviously related to Chen Chuan, so would something happen to him? Behind these Mutual Aid Society students was an extremely large force, and just thinking about it made people feel flustered.

Someone immediately suggested, "Let's go find the teachers of the academy and let the teachers come forward. We must not let those people behind the Mutual Aid Society arbitrarily distort the facts!"

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"Let's go back first!"

After the members of the Fenxin Society discussed it, they also returned one after another and drove away from the scene.

In the open space in front of the factory building, the Wei family's butler trembled and stood up. He grabbed a security guard who was helping him, and said weakly, "Radio, quickly take out the radio and send a message to the master, telling him that the young master and all of his classmates have had an accident…"