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

Wen Boyan's "defection" was like a fuse that instantly ignited the entire conference room!

With the county head taking the lead in expressing his opinion.

Those Standing Committee members who were previously wavering and intimidated by Li Yuankui's tyranny have finally seen the situation clearly.

The trend is over!

Li Yuankui, it's over!

"I...I also support County Magistrate Wen's decision!"

"Yes! We must investigate thoroughly! We must give our fallen miners an explanation!"

"I agree! Such heinous criminals must not be tolerated!"

Voices of opinion rose and fell in quick succession!

The "Li Family Army," which had been as solid as an iron wall just moments before, crumbled instantly.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter!

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down!

This is the most realistic and cruel portrayal of officialdom.

Looking at those "confidants" who had been bowing and scraping to him one second and then treating him like trash the next, Li Yuankui revealed a miserable smile that was more like a grimace.

He knew he had become a lonely man.

However, Liu Ming had no intention of letting him off so easily.

He wanted more than just to ruin his reputation.

What he wants is to destroy their spirit!

He wanted this executioner, whose hands were stained with blood, to be judged by the souls of the more than one hundred innocent victims before he was sent to the trial bench!

Liu Ming didn't look at Li Yuankui anymore; he was completely distraught.

He simply and slowly opened the book in his hand, stained with blood and tears... **Survivor's Diary**.

He cleared his throat and began to read in a heavy voice, devoid of any emotion yet incredibly clear, like a eulogy.

"List of miners killed in the accident at Mine No. 3 in the western suburbs of Qingyun County..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking the hearts of everyone present!

"First row, first group, tunnel support worker, **Zhang Tiezhu**, male, 42 years old, from Xiaxi Village. He has a 70-year-old mother who is bedridden year-round. His wife, Liu Cuihua, suffers from polio. They have a son, Zhang Gou Dan, 16 years old, and a daughter, Zhang Ya Dan, 12 years old..."

"Second group, coal miner, **Li Erniu**, male, 35 years old, from Lijiatun. Only son, both parents are deaf and mute. Married for six months, his wife is three months pregnant..."

"Third group, demolition worker, **Wang Mazi**, male, 29 years old, from Wangjia Village, south of the city. A veteran who participated in the Southern Xinjiang counter-offensive and was awarded a third-class merit..."

……

Liu Ming read out the names one by one.

Behind every name is a living, breathing person.

Behind every name is a broken family.

His voice was very flat.

But those names, so ordinary they couldn't be more ordinary, when put together, formed a monstrous resentment that could change the very fabric of heaven and earth.

In the conference room, everyone lowered their heads.

They dared not look at the young man reciting the eulogy.

They dared not look at the county party secretary, whose face grew paler and paler and whose body trembled like a leaf.

Wen Boyan, this usually strong man, couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes at this moment.

Xi Wanqing was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Li Yuankui, on the other hand, seemed to have had all his energy and spirit drained away.

Each name Liu Ming uttered felt like an invisible hammer blow, slamming hard onto the top of his head.

He seemed to see that same pitch-black night ten years ago.

He seemed to hear the desperate cries for help from the more than one hundred miners who were desperately pounding on the well walls and their heart-wrenching screams before death coming from the sealed well a thousand meters down!

"No...don't read it anymore..."

His psychological defenses finally collapsed completely at this moment.

He covered his ears tightly with both hands and let out a painful roar like a wild beast.

"Stop reading! Please! Stop reading!"

He was curled up in the chair, his body convulsing violently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Where was the slightest trace of the county party secretary's authority in that appearance?

It was clearly a **dead dog**, about to be sent to the guillotine, wagging its tail and begging for mercy!

Liu Ming ignored him.

His voice remained unchanged, echoing steadily throughout the conference room.

When he read out the 118th name.

When he slowly closed the diary that contained so much blood and tears.

"Waaah—waaah—"

Suddenly, a piercing siren blared outside the window, growing louder as it approached!

The sound resounded through the heavens!

It was like a requiem played for those more than one hundred wronged souls who had been unjustly imprisoned for ten years!