I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Wei Miao, along with two other people and several patrol chiefs, stopped outside the sealed courtyard gate.

The chief patrol officer understood what was meant and kicked the door open. The seal cracked naturally and the door fell down.

The patrol chief looked at his foot which he had not yet retracted, feeling a little embarrassed.

He really didn't use much force, and complained in his heart that the gate was too flimsy.

Wei Miao stepped on the door panel and entered the yard first. He quickly looked around. The yard still retained the mess of that night. The place where Mr. Rong fell was marked with lime, and the beam that was pressing on him was broken at both ends and was in a charred state.

Looking up at the two-story house, most of the wooden frames were blackened by smoke.

"The fire started in the bedroom. Mr. Rong might have been feeling unwell and didn't have time to call for help. He was suffocated and passed out. When he regained consciousness, he had already fallen down the stairs. When he was carried out, he was crushed by this beam..."

The patrol chief had obviously done his homework. He explained the whole process to the two people, but his eyes were looking at Wei Miao.

Wei Miao nodded to him with a smile, and the two of them looked away knowing what was going on.

Although Mr. Rong's brother and sister looked sad and painful, they still insisted on going upstairs on the burned stairs.

Wei Miao naturally followed. She wanted to see what these two people wanted to do.

The bedroom was where the fire started. It was burned to the point where almost nothing was left, even several wooden floors were burned with holes.

So what Wei Miao said before about rebuilding the house was not an exaggeration.

Mr. Rong's brother walked in slowly, took a quick look, and cursed these wax figures for being greedy.

This room had obviously been searched by more than one group of people; everything of value and use was gone.

As he was about to quit, his foot kicked something and he bent down to pick it up and put it in his hand.

The chief of the police looked at him with contempt when he saw him picking up a half-burnt piece of wood on the ground and sniffing it.

The two men ran to the police station early in the morning and stayed in their chief's office for a long time. When they came out, the tea in their hands was gone.

After the two men came out, the director called him in, handed him a certificate, and asked him to come and help the two men pack up their belongings.

Seeing the director’s fat flesh shaking with laughter, I knew he had taken a lot of money.

Thinking about how he failed to steal the chicken that night, he was very unhappy. He was a little slow in reacting and was scolded by the fat guy.

Sooner or later, he will teach these bastards a lesson.

Wei Miao's eyes also fell on the wood in Mr. Rong's brother's hand, but she overlooked that the agarwood was very flame-resistant and the fire did not burn out.

Seeing the greedy expression on the man's face after smelling it, Wei Miao thought, if you smell it a few more times, you will definitely see God.

"Many things were burned in the fire, and only a few books in the study were preserved. We took them back home as a reminder of our past."

The brother and sister struggled for a long time. One of them held a half-burnt wood, and the other used a borrowed bag to wrap the books that were not burned or soaked by water during the firefighting. They secretly cursed the wax man for being greedy and not leaving anything behind.

Not only were all the previously useful things gone, but even the secret codes commonly used by the Inoue Mansion were destroyed, leaving no clues at all.

The two looked at each other coldly, and said goodbye to Wei Miao with sad faces.

The patrol chief was holding the fifty French francs given by Wei Miao, and he was extremely happy.

Not only did he lose no money that night, he also lost his dignity and face. Unexpectedly, today the boy seemed to have come to his senses and gave him fifty directly.

Suddenly, all resentment disappeared from his heart.

If he won fifty that night, he would have to share it with more than 100 people. Now, looking at his three or four trusted confidants behind him, he was so happy that his teeth were popping out.

Wei Miao stood in the rather messy yard, looking up at the furry buds of the magnolia tree. The sunlight shone through them, giving them a golden edge, which looked very lovely.

Hearing the woman speaking with a sullen face, he nodded slightly.

The patrol chief cleared his throat and said, "The remains have been cleared, and the matter is over. Don't make trouble in the future, or you will be sent to the police station jail."

The director told him to say these words, saying that he did so to give face to Mr. He.

Only then did he understand why he was scolded by the director when he went back that night to bring people to the scene.

In the Inoue mansion, Inoue Kazuaki looked at the things in front of him: half a burnt piece of wood and dozens of torn books.

Inoue Kazuaki flipped through the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which was blurred by the ink and water. Without any emotion in his eyes, he spoke to the man kneeling in front of him:

"Akita-kun, what do you think about Takahashi's situation?"

Akita-kun seemed to have been prepared for this. "It has been five days since the incident happened. All signs indicate that Takahashi-kun's death was an accident."

"This damn accident!" Inoue Kazuaki suddenly closed the thick book in his hand and spoke through gritted teeth.

Akita paused slightly and sighed in his heart. Mr. Inoue has become moody since he came back from Hong Kong Island last time.

An emotionally unstable leader cannot lead them to achieve the ideals and ambitions set when they were established.

Thinking of the elegant and gentle young man and his bewitching words, Akita Heijiro finally made a decision that it was time to choose a new path for Inoue Mansion.

Inoue Kazuaki was immersed in his own anger and naturally did not notice what his respectful subordinates in front of him were thinking.

Ever since the loss of the gold, he always felt as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.

The explosion in Badaowan on the Lantern Festival reinforced his thoughts.

Someone has noticed the Empire's intentions and is using obscure coincidences to sabotage its plans.

The empire had already begun planning to seize this piece of fat meat since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895.

A large number of young people were sent to disguise themselves as scholars and archaeologists to travel around the mountains and rivers in the East and draw precise maps.

The city defense layout, ferry crossings, local garrisons, and even the village roads were mapped in extreme detail.

It can be said that the maps in their hands are clearer and more detailed than those of the current Eastern authorities.

They attached great importance to education. All soldiers had to receive basic education, and they also sent officers to the West to learn their advanced military concepts.

In order to achieve the goal of universal military service, he increased the education and control of the people. As of last year, the intelligence he had showed that the empire, with a total population of 90 million, including several colonies, had a disposable force of more than 8 million. With the addition of logistics mobilization personnel, it was expected to reach 20 million.

In the past few decades, their industry has been developed, they have aircraft carriers and aircraft, and their weapons output is also considerable.

Thinking of the East, he curled his lips in disdain, a bunch of rabble.

But then the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

First, a large number of officials of the Kanto Hotel Empire died, then the gold purchased from the West for military equipment disappeared inexplicably, and now a top-secret warehouse suddenly exploded. . .

Every single thing seemed to dance on his nerves, messing up his thoughts.

He locked himself in the house for three days, sorting out various information over and over again.

He wrote down all the clues he knew, analyzing them word by word, and finally they all pointed to two names:

Lu Pingsheng and Yukiko Matsui.