Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

In the late autumn of the provincial capital, the wind carried a chilling, knife-like coldness.

Liu Ming stood on the terrace of the provincial party committee office building, looking down at the bustling street below, the steaming cup of coffee in her hand had completely gone cold.

This week, the aftershocks in Ningzhou's officialdom had not yet subsided. Zhao Ruilong, that fool, was personally sent to the detention center for deliberately smearing state cadres. This farce of "splashing dirty water" not only failed to harm Liu Ming in the slightest, but instead became a stepping stone for him to establish his authority in the provincial party committee.

In the eyes of the higher-ups, Liu Ming is a role model who dares to fight; in the eyes of his subordinates, he is an unfathomable "red wall background"; and in the eyes of his political enemies, he is a "living Yama" who should never be easily provoked.

He has now firmly established himself in the province.

But he knew that these were just empty titles.

He came to the provincial capital not to become the deputy director of the Development and Reform Commission, nor to add a few more names to that official document.

He was doing this for the truth that had been weighing on his heart for ten years, a truth that would chill him to the bone every midnight.

"Boss, are you ready?"

In the headset, Ghost Hand's voice was deep and powerful.

"That's the deepest secret vault of the provincial procuratorate. Although we have indirect authorization from the mayor and Elder Lin, the moment you step into that kind of place, Luo Binwang's side will immediately receive the news. This is not only stirring up trouble, but also a formal declaration of war."

Liu Ming put down her coffee cup, her eyes as cold as ice.

"The snake is already frightened; one more time won't make a difference."

He straightened his suit collar, his voice so calm it was completely undisturbed.

"This game has been going on for ten years, it's time to wrap it up."

……

Provincial Procuratorate, Case Files and Archives.

Located three underground, this place is perpetually shrouded in darkness. The air is thick with a suffocating, unpleasant odor, a mixture of stale paper and disinfectant.

Given Liu Ming's current rank and status as a "special advisor," coupled with the direct order from the Provincial Party Secretary's office to "cooperate with the investigation," the staff on duty at the archives, though suspicious, still produced that heavy bunch of keys.

"Director Liu, the case file you are looking for falls under the 'sealed' category. According to regulations, it can only be viewed, not taken away or copied."

Old Guan, an old librarian who had spent his entire life buried in piles of archives, pushed up his reading glasses and spoke in a hoarse voice.

He led Liu Ming into a warehouse full of iron cabinets.

"File number 0312 from 2000 is right here."

Old Guan pointed to a metal box on the bottom shelf, his hand trembling slightly.

He'd worked here for thirty years. He knew all too well what that number meant. It was a forbidden zone in Jiangnan Province's political arena, a curse that brought misfortune to anyone who mentioned it.

Liu Ming squatted down, her slender fingers tracing the edge of the cold iron box.

The dust is very thick.

This means that no one has dared to touch it for a long time.

He slowly pulled out the thick stack of files, and the words "Liu Jianguo's Suicide Case Closure Report" on the cover stung his eyes.

In that instant, Liu Ming felt as if she had returned to that stormy night ten years ago.

He saw his mother's desperate cries.

I saw my father's stiff body.

I saw the cold and hurried look in the eyes of the investigators.

"Director Liu, please take your time looking at it. I... I'm going outside for a smoke."

Old Guan fled the warehouse as if his life depended on it, head down. The longer he stayed there, the colder the chill on the back of his neck became.

Liu Ming sat alone under the dim incandescent light.

He turned to the first page of the file.

[Deceased: Liu Jianguo, male, 46 years old. Former Executive Deputy Director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission.]

[Conclusion of cause of death: Multiple organ failure due to a fall. A suicide note was found at the scene, confirming it was a suicide triggered by depression.]

Liu Ming sneered and flipped through the pages rapidly.

His memory was at the level of a special forces soldier, and even more so, the top-tier intellect of Imperial College. Every line of text seemed to pass through a sieve in his eyes.

"wrong."

Liu Ming's brows furrowed into a tight knot.

He turned to the middle section of the record about "site investigation".

There should have been several crucial photos there, analyzing the angle of the fall, as well as the original handwriting analysis document of the suicide note.

But now, there is only a clear row of tear marks there.

The core page was torn up.

Moreover, the tearing was done artistically; you couldn't tell unless you carefully compared the page numbers.

"Ghost Hand, check the last access record for this file," Liu Ming whispered into his collar.

"Boss, the system shows... there's been no official access record for this file since 2005. But in 2008, the archives' power system experienced an 'unexpected malfunction,' and the surveillance cameras went dark for three hours. Someone went in that night."

"understood."

Liu Ming continued flipping through the documents, finally stopping at the forensic report.

This is the last legal barrier to the cause of his father's death.

The report was densely covered with various medical terms.

But under Liu Ming's sharp, eagle-like eyes, he discovered some extremely subtle flaws.

In the descriptions of "distribution of livor mortis" and "muscle rigidity," there are several key adjectives, the color of which is slightly lighter than the adjacent text.

It was reprinted after being altered with chemical agents.

The phrase "no obvious ligature marks were found on the deceased's neck" is misleading.

Liu Ming took out a high-powered ultraviolet lamp, about the size of a fingernail, from his pocket and lightly scanned the line of text.

Those two words disappeared.

Instead, there were several dark ink marks, worn away to the point of being almost invisible, with scratches.

Although blurry, the original conclusion can still be vaguely discerned.

— [Resistant indentation].

"Snapped!"

Liu Ming clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Resistant indentation.

This means that before his father fell from the building, he was strangled from behind and even struggled violently!

This is absolutely not suicide!

This is blatant execution!

What chilled Liu Ming to the bone even more was the signature of the reviewer at the very end of the forensic report.

At that time, Luo Binwang was not yet the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee.

His position at the time was Executive Deputy Director of the Public Security Department of Jiangnan Province, and concurrently served as...the leader of the homicide case review leading group.

On that fabricated report, which was enough to kill someone and silence them, the name "Luo Binwang" was signed in a flamboyant and domineering manner.

It exudes an arrogant air of controlling life and death.

Liu Ming stared intently at that name.

Those two words gradually transformed in his eyes into a pool of thick, indelible blood.

He seemed to see Luo Binwang sitting in his spacious office late that night, disdainfully tossing aside his pen and casually erasing the life of a department-level official.

That is a trampling of the law and a desecration of life.

This was the biggest provocation against Liu Ming.

"Director Liu...have you finished reading? There's someone outside trying to come in."

Old Guan's voice rang out from the doorway, tinged with obvious trembling and fear.

Liu Ming slowly closed the file and put it back into the cold iron box.

His eyes no longer held any anger.

What remains is only an extreme, abyssal silence.

That murderous intent was no longer outwardly expressed, but had seeped deep into his bones, becoming the fuel for his revenge.

He stood up and dusted off his hands.

Turn around.

He strode towards the door.

As he pushed open the heavy door of the warehouse, he bumped into several men who looked hurried and wore badges from the Political and Legal Affairs Commission around their necks.

The leader clearly recognized Liu Ming, and his face was extremely grim: "Director Liu, this is a confidential area. You have accessed the case files without our Political and Legal Affairs Commission's approval..."

Liu Ming didn't even glance at him, and walked past him by bumping into his shoulder.

That indifference made the rebuke that was on the tip of the cadre's tongue get swallowed back.

The corridor lights flickered on and off.

As Liu Ming walked, he whispered an order into the microphone.

"Ghost Hand, activate 'Thunderbolt' Plan Two. Hack all the historical files of those old forensic institutes in the provincial capital. I need to find the original draft of that report from back then, and find that missing forensic doctor."

"Understood, boss. Looks like you've got solid evidence?"

Liu Ming stopped and glanced back at the archives that were sunken deep underground. A cruel and cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"not yet."

"But the road is already open."

The powerful signature resurfaced in his mind.

"Luo Binwang, you're definitely feeling guilty."

Liu Ming coldly uttered these words to the empty corridor.

The sound wasn't loud, but it resonated throughout the entire building, sending shivers down one's spine.

"In this scene, it's finally time for the main character to step onto the stage."